<?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-8067587071971628424</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:05:02.502-07:00</updated><category term='Paul Washer'/><category term='Nopey'/><category term='Brother'/><category term='Grandpa Dan'/><category term='Siah'/><category term='Britter Bear'/><category term='Hobbbottom'/><category term='gun'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='ACT'/><category term='shooting'/><category term='emergent church'/><category term='Bitties'/><category term='youth night'/><category term='Awana'/><category term='Lou~La~Belle'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Romans.'/><category term='gecko'/><category term='J. 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Lou~La~Belle'/><category term='Travel the Road'/><category term='banquet'/><category term='Truth Matters'/><category term='house'/><category term='bother'/><category term='Chemistry'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='Nopee'/><category term='Beanie'/><category term='ACC'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Lady</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4454363220328029966</id><published>2009-01-26T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:46:51.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Missa Lyn</title><content type='html'>Miss Lyn (and anyone else who cares to read),&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to kill two birds with one stone. Not only shall I provide you with some "inspirational reading" as you call it but I shall also make my mother happy by doing my homework assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foundational to Christian thinking is the belief that the Genesis account of Creation is, in fact, literal. To try to marry the ideas of evolution and Creation is ludicrous for the two ideas are at odds with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to "Cardinal" of evolution Carl Sagan " The cosmos is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be".  We get this idea from the whole concept of evolutions that "nobody times nothing = everything". Of course if nothing was before and we are all there is then, nothing could be more important. That reasoning puts it into conflict with Christianity for we know that God was and is and will be and all are accountable to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many who call themselves Christians know that God must of had some hand in Creation. Remember this is the God that heals men of  their all their ailments and grants on their every wish. ( I am being facetious) Such a god must of course be involved in the creation of the universe. But alas they must also not appear intellectually ignorant thus they decide to marry God and evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The product of this marriage has brought about many ideas such as the " Old earth" concept where the days of the first chapters of Genesis are not literal days but rather long ages. Others have gone to say that the account is nothing more than allegorical and that it shouldn't be taken literally. Some try to rearrange the day order.  Yet others still have decided to throw out the chapters all together!   All of the ideas are ridiculous and what is worse, undermine the authority of Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Scripture is fallible in Creation then we have no reason to believe any other portion of it. Without a creator we have no one but ourselves to whom we are accountable thus throwing morality out the window.  Without the fall we have no need of Christ; Christ is He who delivers us from the sinful state we are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of  the effects of Evolution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is degrading to humanity.&lt;/strong&gt; We see a moral drift in society (try to tell me that sexuality and crime have not run rampant) that stems from the belief that man is all there is and man himself is nothing more than an animal that is just more evolved then the family dog. As crazy as it sound People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) have gone so far as to say that the Holocaust was less of an atrocity than our killing of broiler chickens for food!  The Church of Euthanasia desire to see the human race become extinct (not sure how anyone would know if they were dead).  The so called Church has only one rule "Thou shalt not procrastinate" and boast of thousands of people who have paid the $10 fee to become a member just to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evolution is hostile to reason&lt;/strong&gt;. The 'holy trinity' of evolution are matter, time, and chance; from these somehow the earth was formed. Jacques Monod said "[Man] alone is alone the universe's unfeeling immensity, out of which he emerged by chance...... Chance alone is at the source of every innovation, of all creation in the biosphere. Pure chance, absolutely free but blind,[is] at the very root of the stupendous edifice of evolution." The truth is that "chance" can do nothing. It is a mathematical term used to suggest probability.  To say that it is a force such as "the force" of star wars is insulting to reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important things to remember from this chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;according to evolution man created God instead of God creating man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Herbert Spencer's "ultimate scientific ideas": time, force, action, space, matter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The biblical response to the above: Genesis 1:1 " In the beginning - time God- force created-action the heavens- space and the earth-matter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post doesn't flow beautifully but hopefully it answers a question or two that might be dancing in your head. If you didn't have any questions I hope you enjoyed the reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4454363220328029966?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4454363220328029966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4454363220328029966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4454363220328029966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4454363220328029966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-missa-lyn.html' title='Para Missa Lyn'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6852342677723373386</id><published>2008-12-14T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:56:12.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imagination</title><content type='html'>The imagination is a wonderful gift of God that can give you images before you create something, but if it is allowed, it will carry you into shameful sin. The Book of Genesis tells us that the reason God destroyed the entire human race, except for eight people, was that "the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth."( Genesis 8:21) One of the things that God hates is "a heart that devises wicked imaginations." &lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 6;18)When God pointed Ezekiel to the sin of Israel, He said, "Son of man, have you seen what the ancients of the house of Israel do in the dark, every man in the chambers of his imagery?"(Ezekiel 8:12) The key to a good imagination is to line the walls of the mind with the fear of God, and then to use that gift of God for the extension of His Kingdom and for the glory of His name. There goes another minute. Gone forever. Go share your faith while you still have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6852342677723373386?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6852342677723373386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6852342677723373386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6852342677723373386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6852342677723373386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/12/imagination.html' title='The Imagination'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-234200608548474124</id><published>2008-11-25T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:55:04.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World of Home</title><content type='html'>A church withing a church, a republic within a republic, a world within a world, is spelled by four letters- Home! If things go right there, they go right everywhere; if things go wrong there, they go wrong everywhere. The door-sill of the dwelling house is the foundation of Church and State. A man never gets higher than his own garret nor lower than his own cellar. In other words, domestic life over arches and under girds all other life. The highest House of Congress is the domestic circle; the rocking chair in the nursery is higher than a throne. George Washington commanded the forces of the United States, but Martha Washington commanded George. Chrysostom's mother made his pen for him. If a man should start out and run seventy years in a straight line he could not get out from under the shadow of his own mantle-piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a word of advice to give to those who would have a happy home, and that is, let love preside in it. Why your behavior int he domestic circle becomes a mere matter of calculation, when the caress you give this merely the result of deliberate study of the position you occupy, happiness lies stark dead on the hearthstone. When the husband's position as head of the household is maintained by loudness of voice, by strength of arm, by fire of temper, the republic of domestic bliss has become a despotism that neither God nor man will abide. O ye who promised to love each other at the altar, how dare you commit perjury? Let no shadow of suspicion come on your affection. It is easier to kill that flower than it is to make it live again. The blast from hell that puts out that light leaves you in the blackness of darkness forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~T. DeWitt Talmage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-234200608548474124?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/234200608548474124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=234200608548474124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/234200608548474124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/234200608548474124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-of-home.html' title='The World of Home'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1799241883768073661</id><published>2008-11-20T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:58:47.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repent and turn America. Beg for mercy from you Maker.</title><content type='html'>I know it has been way too long and I have not the time for a real post but I wanted to share this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bi-XI7tnGLM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bi-XI7tnGLM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8067587071971628424-1799241883768073661?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1799241883768073661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1799241883768073661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1799241883768073661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1799241883768073661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/11/repent-and-turn-america-beg-for-mercy.html' title='Repent and turn America. Beg for mercy from you Maker.'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4172345402089594126</id><published>2008-11-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:02:39.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was asked to post again. This is for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Missa&lt;/span&gt; Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick again. Fever and aches. Tight chest. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is moving along. Most of my family went over and worked there today. I stayed home with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans is naughty. I am ready for her to get bigger and be able to understand instruction a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really bad at giving instruction instead of just getting angry. I need to work on that. Not reacting out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I did big group time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt;. We talked about Bangladesh. I brought the kids some spices to smell and legume to look at. I told the kids a little about Islam and how Christians are persecuted by the Muslims. I was fairly vague. But I did tell them that the only way to heaven according to the Muslim faith is by killing Jews and Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids didn't understand. They have no concept of killing someone because they believe differently. I was asked if they killed them because they were a "different color". I explained it didn't matter what color you were. One child asked me "Why they do that?". I was puzzled. I didn't know how to answer. There isn't a reason other than that men's hearts are evil. But those kids don't understand that at least not without much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt;. Another child answered for me. She said " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; they don't know God." That is exactly right. It is because they don't know God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason we have for not killing or doing anything else to another person is because of God. God's law is written upon our hearts. We have been given a conscience but that can be seared and shaped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;circumstance&lt;/span&gt;. If it were not for a heart knowledge of the Creator there would be no reason for us to abstain from evil. No not everyone who sees murder as wrong is a Christian. But as I said before a conscience can be shaped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;circumstance&lt;/span&gt; thus if they live in an environment where to take a life is wrong then they will see that as true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea of the conscience may be wrong and if it is someone please tell me. I seem to remember hearing this idea from someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is church. I am not sure if I will be going. If I don't feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;any better&lt;/span&gt; than I do now I don't think I will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans needs my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God impart His grace to you......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4172345402089594126?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4172345402089594126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4172345402089594126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4172345402089594126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4172345402089594126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-asked-to-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8806382692410623295</id><published>2008-10-21T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:49:27.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Lana I am feeling better....</title><content type='html'>I have been reading through Proverbs lately. The books just goes with my life right now. I am young and stupid and in need of advice, wisdom. I just wanna know what God says so that I can love Him and keep His commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have read through I keep noticing this theme: counsel. My thought is " Well, that is why I am here. I wanna do what is right and I need someone to tell me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been great as I struggle through this begining of the school year. She has been there to counsel me. Sometimes I don't want to listen to my mom's counsel. Sometimes it makes me hurt to obey but I came across this verse: Proverbs 19:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now first off I must say that what my mom has told me has been in command form. It would not be a sin of direct disobeience to my mom to not heed her warning. (Let me say that it WOULD be sin bc it would not be honoring my mother as God commands me to do) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I was reading I came across that verse and I clung to it bc through that I was reminded that I was doing what was right even though my flesh groaned.   I have already seen some good fruit from heeding her words.  A friendship was not destroyed bc of my hastiness. (That is a whole nother topic that I have been seeing popping up in Proverbs; doing things rashly. Hmmm I don't know anyone who does that....&lt;guilty look&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now what does that verse say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Listen to advice and accept instruction that you may gain wisdom in the future." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know this: GOD ALWAYS KEEPS HIS WORD. I am a walking bilboard of " God said no in the Proverbs I did" and I have had to deal with the consequences that God says will come for my actions! Bc guess what? He is God and He hits the nail on the head eveytime.  I know that is a great revelation but please learn now that actions have consequences. Not only actions but thoughts and ideas as well. But that is another blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God will keep His word when he says "your gonna fall if your are pround" why wouldn't He when he says "you'll be wise"?  Well He does. Often times when it is a promise for good it takes us longer to recognize the good that come from obedience. We are slow to have faith in what God says concerning things that go against our nature. It hurts! Our society and fallen natures say "That action may have consequences but I can't see them now or they might not even happen and it could be good for me, or at least fun and pleasureable now, so I am gonna do it anyway! I don't care whether it is not purdent. Live for the moment and don't look back." When we sin we can get away with sin of a while and when the end comes the fall is great and the consquences are bitter: the second part of the two fold Proverb comes into play and there is no mistaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued at a later date.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-8806382692410623295?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8806382692410623295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8806382692410623295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8806382692410623295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8806382692410623295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-lana-i-am-feeling-better.html' title='Yes Lana I am feeling better....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7388797882498039328</id><published>2008-10-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:23:09.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in general</title><content type='html'>I need to update.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what is going on?  I am sick. I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;naseaus&lt;/span&gt; for the past 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fit into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xs&lt;/span&gt; pair of pants as of today when I tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a pair&lt;/span&gt; on. That amazes me b/c I shouldn't be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did horribly on my Spanish homework. But I got to eat an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;empanadilla&lt;/span&gt;. But b/c I was sick I could only stomach one. I wanted to eat more but I thought I was gonna hurl so I decided slow and steady and I might be able to eat the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to practice the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to trust God with the outcome of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; that I can't control. (you see I can't see how it is gonna be) And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; it is hard and I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; so great thus far but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am gonna go do some chores.  Comment me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. My brother won his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt; game on Friday. I so excited about going to the next set of Patriot games!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7388797882498039328?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7388797882498039328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7388797882498039328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7388797882498039328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7388797882498039328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-general.html' title='Life in general'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6969697814299044842</id><published>2008-10-01T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:20:45.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellowship and Food AND a Movie</title><content type='html'>Hey Ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been that our get togethers outside of regular high school fellowship have been to go bowl. This time it is going to be different.   I recently attended a Code Blue Rally here in town and it got me to thinking that we, (as the next generation) need to know what is going on, have our heads up, and most importantly think as a Christian should- Biblically.   Thus, an idea was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of bowling lets get together, have some pizza, watch a Christian comedian, AND watch one speaker from a Code Blue conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of my peers groan at the thought of more school in free time. But really is it that bad? I think that 30 - 45 minutes won't hurt us.  Besides fellowship trumps any sort of pain that could come from learning how to defend and strengthen our faith. (as if that could harm us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that said..... please join us at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;October 13th&lt;br /&gt;at the Riley's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions and suggestions are, of course, welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6969697814299044842?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6969697814299044842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6969697814299044842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6969697814299044842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6969697814299044842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/10/fellowship-and-food-and-movie.html' title='Fellowship and Food AND a Movie'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2030981583243230470</id><published>2008-09-25T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:25:10.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uck! change</title><content type='html'>I know I need to post but I don't really know what to write. Church choir has started back up again and I am teaching bell choir this year too. Bell choir's first week was last week and I had only 4 students. Originally I wasn't going to teach unless I had 8 student for there are 8 note but as three of the kids are from last year and my newbie picked up all that we went over so quickly that I figured I would go for it. Hannah N has graciously agreed to help me teach. Thanks Hannah! You think of things that I don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new music minister now. I am still figuring out what exactly I think of him. He is still new and I am not one for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change -that is my theme for this year. There have been numerous changes in things this year. The Andrews leaving and my house for starters. The summer didn't bring calm but more and more keeps happening. I am learning how to deal with change. All of it so far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt;' been fun. But that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. God has been teaching me so graciously. I am learning that " all things" really do "work for good". Even things that we bring on ourselves. I went to a "Walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the Bible" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt; last weekend and a man there said something that very much encouraged me. He said that God is in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; of refining us just as one who purifies gold. And the things that happen to us have to first go through Him. God is sovereign and everything that happens He first must allow. (I dearly hope my theology is right in this translation) Whether those things are just regular old trials, the things you have no control over, or the consequences of sin, God uses them to glorify Himself and conform us to His image. "Don't waist your life" by Piper also states this. (I am reading that right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that? That no matter whether we bring it on ourselves or not God will use it for His glory. How sweet the words of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 103! I am so thankful that no matter what I do, if I repent, He will forgive and have compassion as a father on his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking back over some of the events of this year so far and am able to see how God has kept His promises. Ya know what? I can even see the negative promises from the warnings in Proverbs come to. Ya that one about pride and falling. It is such a comfort to know that He IS there. And I can see it even in the chastisement I get from His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Lord my God, Oh Jesus, thank you for fulfilling your word. Even if it is simply a Proverb coming to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a post for now. Rather a-typical but really when is a blog post of mine typical?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2030981583243230470?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2030981583243230470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2030981583243230470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2030981583243230470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2030981583243230470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugg-change.html' title='Uck! change'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7890551101192307757</id><published>2008-09-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:34:37.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't really been paying much attention to the presidentional ellection this year but yesterday I heard about Obama's running mate Biden. Of course if he is coupled with Obama then he can't be good and what I heard was distasteful to say the least. I was told, by those who keep up with it namely my pastor's wife, that he worked for and was a socialist. I have done a bit of research and haven't been able to find what she was talking about.....yet. But I did find this. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Biden This site is his actual site.http://biden.senate.gov/  A quick look at his biography makes me think that Obama found his perfect match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7890551101192307757?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Biden' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7890551101192307757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7890551101192307757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7890551101192307757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7890551101192307757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-havent-really-been-paying-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5745818100454413788</id><published>2008-09-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:02:53.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gecko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>1) We watched, for the first time ever, one of our geckos (this one was Paragon I believe) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molt"&gt;molt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) Our house is officially being put back together. They started work early Wednesday worning. If I have heard correctly (haven't gotten to go around the corner) they have some new walls up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5745818100454413788?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5745818100454413788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5745818100454413788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5745818100454413788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5745818100454413788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2186985144714719618</id><published>2008-09-05T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:14:11.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On flying guitar we can go anywhere.....</title><content type='html'>As I sat thinking this day, which, mind you happens very little, rather too little actually, but anyway this thought popped into my cranium " I have this weird craving to write a blog post". Thus I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is eating me alive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so not really I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;oober&lt;/span&gt; slow. I am going to have to find some way to ameliorate that problem. Physics is much, as in there is much of it, but not as hard as I thought. Spanish homework is done besides revision. Yeah ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually completed all of my subject today by around 1:00 pm. But I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to do as much work in a day as possible so there is yet physics in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish is so far not that hard but I am afraid that I am not learning that much. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Profesora&lt;/span&gt; Lana that is not due to you but rather my seeming inability to retain the knowledge that I accumulate during class. I don't know. I am probably learning more than I realize. That seems to be the case nine times out of ten. And be excited for me I throw in Spanish words at random during conversations and whatnot! That makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that maybe this evening I will watch a movie in Spanish with out English subtitles and see what all I can pick up on. Immersing oneself in "la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lengua&lt;/span&gt;" is apparently the best way to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole is doing some better. In fact at this very moment she is working at the main branch library. She works this evening and tomorrow for a good stint of the day and four days this week. Her ulcer is healing and her mouth is healed to the point that normal people would have been healed about 3 days after her wisdom's removal. In other words she is a slow healer. Her pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; don't' seem to be working anymore. At least this is what she is saying. If I remember correctly they also told me that the swelling is going down. I am sure she would enjoy some company so go pick up a book at that library, smile at her, and tell her you want her to get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that this should be the... never mind I knew what I was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my God's sovereign hand I yet have two living youngsters. Earlier Beans, J. Alan and I went outside to play for you see today it is a beautiful 59degrees outside with a bright sunny sky. Katy popped her head out from our second story bathroom window to wave to say hello to the kids but she didn't remember to close the window. B/c of the fall in the garden, my youngest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt; are bad. It is just a fact. Thus, our escapades in the great outdoors were cut short. It wasn't long before the tears ceased and the Beans and J/A were back to their fun. Little did we know how much fun. After a period of time, I know not how much for I was engrossed in finishing my Physics, we became aware of the lack of two young presences. Voices, laughing, playing together, nicely! Upstairs! This is not a good thing, mind you, b/c it is always a sign of mischief. Bounding up the stairs I turned the corner to see the children in the bathroom playing but there is no mess er very little. How can such a thing be? The window. They are by the window. "Get downstairs!" They scurry off and I warily approach the sill. No, I did not yell nor was I angered. Why I was not I don't know. Maybe it was that I was relieved that only all the contents of our bathroom cupboards (more or less) were on the ground outside and not a body. "Breath in and out" yes I know how to breath in and out and somehow I did so and rather coolly too. I couldn't' tell you what I was thinking at the sight of the mess. I really don't know. I am alright.  I  highly doubt that I shall be scarred for eternity. What of the children, you ask? They made it out alive. In fact, they just keep going back to various things that they aren't supposed to be in. Like right now in the kitchen, the one who is into the coffee. I suppose I need to leave now. I have physics and children to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hasta&lt;/span&gt; la vista, mi amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2186985144714719618?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2186985144714719618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2186985144714719618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2186985144714719618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2186985144714719618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-flying-guitar-we-can-go-anywhere.html' title='On flying guitar we can go anywhere.....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7647880038606225875</id><published>2008-09-03T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:30:11.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One dark and story night so many years ago this day became something to be feared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Emma!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; I would love to have the time to sit here and write an ode to Emma but I don't.  So, instead, I say that my comment sections should help me.  We love you dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7647880038606225875?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7647880038606225875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7647880038606225875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7647880038606225875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7647880038606225875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-dark-and-story-night-so-many-years.html' title='One dark and story night so many years ago this day became something to be feared...'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1064788363496604716</id><published>2008-08-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:23:51.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La camara bonita es mia well I wish.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My mom got a new little OLYPUS fe-350 wide off e-bay. Umm so how much do I love this brand of camera!? I have played with many a friends' camera on choir tour and else where and found that OPYMPUS is by far the best brand. A friend of mine has one a few years old but it still has better anti shake, shutters settings, and whatnot than some of our other friends' new models from other brands. Apparently this isn't the most expensive brand which is nice but its cameras take some pretty stinkin awsome pics! Now all we need is a memory card so I can take a gonzillion er so mom can take a gozillion pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I now know what brand I am gonna buy when I invest in my beautiful slr or dslr or whatever is the biggest and bestest for my needs. Yahooo! Ya so I am just a bit excited. But who knows when I will bother buyin the silly thing. I don't need to buy anything. I need to save my money. I am going to be a poor college student next year. Don't spend money Lady. Save it girl, save it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1064788363496604716?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1064788363496604716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1064788363496604716&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1064788363496604716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1064788363496604716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mom-got-new-little-olypus-fe-350.html' title='La camara bonita es mia well I wish.....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2294674625780572529</id><published>2008-08-27T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:46:39.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Psalm 19&lt;br /&gt;The Works and the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;For the choir director. A Psalm of David. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;1The heavens are telling of the glory of God; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;2Day to day pours forth speech, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And night to night reveals knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;3There is no speech, nor are there words; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Their voice is not heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;4Theirline has gone out through all the earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And their utterances to the end of the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;In them He has placed a tent for the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;5Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;It rejoices as a strong man to run his course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;6Its rising is from one end of the heavens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And its circuit to the other end of them; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;And there is nothing hidden from its heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;7The law of the LORD is perfect, restoring the soul; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;The testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8The precepts of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The commandment of the LORD is pure,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;enlightening the eyes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;9The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring forever; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;The judgments of the LORD are true; they are righteous altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;10They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;11Moreover, by them Your servant is warned; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;In keeping them there is great reward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12Who can discern his errors?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acquit me of hidden faults. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13Also keep back Your servant from presumptuous sins; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let them not rule over me; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I will be blameless, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I shall be acquitted of great transgression. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be acceptable in Your sight, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2294674625780572529?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2294674625780572529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2294674625780572529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2294674625780572529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2294674625780572529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/08/psalm-19.html' title='Psalm 19'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-681591028114579199</id><published>2008-08-22T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:16:56.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>Written by a friend........&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how prideful you can get? I’m going to bet that you haven’t. There were a few messages I’ve heard on the same passage recently and that was 1 Peter 5:5-7. It compared pride and humility with each other, and showed that they are direct opposites. When you’re humble you can’t be prideful and prideful you can’t be humble.&lt;br /&gt;Verse 5 says that we are to be humble as young men are to be submissive to the elders. We are to clothe ourselves in humility towards one another because God will oppose the proud, but give grace to the humble.&lt;br /&gt;So how do we become humble? Verse 6 says that we are to humble ourselves under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift us up in due time. Then in verse 7 we are to cast all our anxiety on him because he cares for you.&lt;br /&gt;What is this all saying then? It’s simple really. It’s saying that we can’t be humble until we cast our anxieties on God. We as a fallen people are so prideful and arrogant that when we don’t give our worries to God we’re saying that He is NOT big enough or powerful enough to handle our problems. When we worry we’re being prideful.&lt;br /&gt;If we are a fallen people then why would God want us to cast our worries on him and become humble? In verse 7 it says we are to cast our anxieties on him because He CARES for YOU. If you’re worried about something, anything at all, so is He. He wants to carry that burden for you because He can. God is good, and He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;We need to trust that God will work everything out the way it is to be done and give Him that worry.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve rambled quite a bit, but I think I got my point across.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-681591028114579199?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/681591028114579199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=681591028114579199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/681591028114579199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/681591028114579199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/08/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-953190457942597540</id><published>2008-08-18T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:58:59.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What used to be quite fun is becoming rather tedious</title><content type='html'>I got a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calulator&lt;/span&gt; today.  My TI-84 scares me. I can't get it to do what it should do.  The tan function isn't anything all that spectacular.  My dinky pinkish one can do it correctly! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gues&lt;/span&gt; I will learn.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;manuel&lt;/span&gt; for the thing is viii + 216 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done some algebra today.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;. Joy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;.  Tomorrow I am off to Spanish by Lana and the rest of this week I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to be diligently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;studyin&lt;/span&gt;' my ACT test prep book. I've got to find it first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be what I do after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; church went well again Sunday. The number of kids we have is up and we have new first graders. The did a pretty good job of participating and behaved pretty good.  I was proud of them.  I think I am going to have to get a fill in the blank slide made so that they will really learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 1. We, I, forgot to put up the slide so they had a quick review of it at the end of CC. Next time we are going to learn verse 3.  I hope that the kids will get this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ingrained&lt;/span&gt; into their brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is making leftover soup for dinner. I think it is going to be really yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I best be off. Talk to me peoples. What is up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-953190457942597540?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/953190457942597540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=953190457942597540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/953190457942597540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/953190457942597540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-used-to-be-quite-fun-is-becoming.html' title='What used to be quite fun is becoming rather tedious'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3455758634478661256</id><published>2008-08-13T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:28:50.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SKLvkxPfLFI/AAAAAAAAALo/KOWvdngEkn8/s1600-h/100_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234009131930561618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SKLvkxPfLFI/AAAAAAAAALo/KOWvdngEkn8/s320/100_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colie is home and has already had her first done of Taco Bell. Her flight was again delayed so she didn't land until 9:45ish. But at least this time it was a delay in the states. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out the Brits wanted to hold em for another day but, b/c they have a wonderful GS counselor person, a fit was pitched and they traveled to a different airport borded, a different plane, and were transported over the big blue pond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to let her tell you her flight patter for I don't know it. All I know was that I bounce the whole way to the airport and basically the entire time we waited for her to arrive. Yes, I do love my Colie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8067587071971628424-3455758634478661256?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3455758634478661256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3455758634478661256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3455758634478661256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3455758634478661256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/08/colie-is-home-and-has-already-had-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SKLvkxPfLFI/AAAAAAAAALo/KOWvdngEkn8/s72-c/100_1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5863810243144306021</id><published>2008-08-05T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:40:59.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missa Lyn this post is for you.....</title><content type='html'>What has happened in the not so distant past? My grandpa is back in the state that holds his home. He and his evil dog came a visited our house the day after he got back.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so fine the dog isn't evil but I don't like dogs, in general that is, I like Gabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon, my eventual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BiL&lt;/span&gt;, is a new father of a fat little black cat that came from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Danari&lt;/span&gt; back yard.   He loves his Scout probably b/c his girl does. I don't know he may holds some affection for the animal itself. He is the one in the family that actually likes cats.  Everyone else seems to get a kick out of them though.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; she is fat and stupid and when she rolls over she cant' get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nicoley&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oly&lt;/span&gt; (I'm sure she loves that name) will not be back in the country for a while. :( It makes me very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;saddy&lt;/span&gt;. I do believe that her parents are traveling home today after being on a attending-cousin's-wedding vacation.  I hope to hear how that went soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Bean has a new dress made out a big boy's shirt. The pattern we saw online made it out of a men's M shirt.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; very cute.  I would post a pic but it isn't easy to do that with mom's camera and who knows where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lienardo's&lt;/span&gt; is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Nana called and asked if I wanted to do lunch.  I, of course, love doing lunch and so we went.  We tried a new place " Joe's Italian Grill".  The good things that we heard about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; were all true but you must not be a poor man to eat there. Lunch for the two of us was $15. I guess that isn't too bad but that was lunch prices and I don't have money.  So if you wanna go someplace really good for something special, try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom forgot to turn on the oven thus we are eating Pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a headache all day.  I tried sleeping it off but even sleep and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; couldn't make it go away. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new addition to our household today!  Two speckled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gecko's&lt;/span&gt; joined our ranks. They happen to like wild &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rollie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pollies&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, cheap food for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;beasties&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath and her family came to our church on Sunday night b/c the air in their is out and they canceled evening service.  She and I sat together and then both of our family's went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Braums&lt;/span&gt; afterward.  Our mom's are planning some sort of family get together.  The dad's said "Time to go" and the mom's pretty much said " Do we have to?". Ya know I thought that was kids line but maybe I am wrong. I guess they were having as good a time as the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to get off the computer a couple of paragraphs ago so I am going to end with that.  Was this good enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Missa&lt;/span&gt; Lyn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:smooch:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5863810243144306021?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5863810243144306021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5863810243144306021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5863810243144306021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5863810243144306021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/08/missa-lyn-this-post-is-for-you.html' title='Missa Lyn this post is for you.....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4687241732569702984</id><published>2008-07-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:16:31.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever been broken by God through a circumstance?  Sometimes God uses circumstances to bring us break us and bring us back to Him.  All of a sudden through something that happens the scales fall and you realize that your perspective and focus has been off. You have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tantalized&lt;/span&gt; by the world. But God in his infinite mercy and love uses circumstances to reveal to you the state of your heart.  God uses that event to shock you into reality and then,as a Christian, you turn to the Word and He strikes again through the Sword of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stings.  It is supposed to.  But when we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chastised&lt;/span&gt;, disciplined, it should, in a way, cause us to cry out for joy.  Now don't start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hollering&lt;/span&gt;'. I know what I am saying. After repenting and coming into fellowship with Him we can rejoice.  Not only b/c He is faithful to forgive when we repent but also that He even bothers with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so unworthy to even be in fellowship with the Creator of the universe.  We who, in our sin, hate Him.  But God, b/c He is good and just, made a way for us and draws us unto Himself. And if we are His He will not leave us to our own devices.  He will bring us back to Him.  He promises He will.  "He will perfect us until the day of Christ Jesus".  I'm sorry I don't remember the reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stray so often and sometimes so far into sin we don't even know we are there. But our Great God brings us back to Him if we truly are His.  That is why we can rejoice.  Not only that He will forgive but at the fact that it is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;assurance&lt;/span&gt;. Hebrews 12:3-11 tells us that we can know that we are of the faith if God disciplines us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; I am making very little sense today.  This is one of my favorite verses right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. 119:67.&lt;br /&gt;Before I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afflicted&lt;/span&gt; I went astray,&lt;br /&gt;But now I keep Your word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross references that are tagged onto "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;afflicted&lt;/span&gt;" are Pr. 3:11-12  as well as Hebrews. Job 5:17 is another verse that goes along with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this isn't well written. Very little of my stuff actually is, but this is especially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;turvey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4687241732569702984?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4687241732569702984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4687241732569702984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4687241732569702984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4687241732569702984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever-been-broken-by-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3595083138209496607</id><published>2008-07-22T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T06:14:41.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like my poor blog is being neglected only getting posted on once a week. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us go back in time to what has happened in the past week..... How about only to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa is not in the state that holds his house right now so we, being the wonderful family that we are, went out to his h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ouse&lt;/span&gt; to get the mail. The very polite, kind, diligent, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plebeian&lt;/span&gt; mailman that I have never met didn't show up on the day that he was '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sposed&lt;/span&gt; to. We stayed and stayed and then we left b/c it gets hot at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandpa's&lt;/span&gt; house. Thus my mother was forced to venture into the wilds of our neighbor state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; to mention before our great exodus was that Coley called. She was bawling. Yesterday my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Colie&lt;/span&gt; (yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BD&lt;/span&gt; she was mine FIRST) left the good old U.S. of A. for London, England. Her guy was there that morning before classes to say goodbye. Mom told me that Shawna Momma said that at the airport she didn't cry which is good. While she is over there it is very little contact with this side. No good. 3 weeks only 3 weeks. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colie's&lt;/span&gt; staples came out fine. She said that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;squeezed&lt;/span&gt; her man's hand till it turned a funny color but it only felt as if she had someone plucking her leg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am home with Beans Louise and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nopee&lt;/span&gt; as the rest of them went with mom into the wilderness. I think we are gonna have some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Looking ahead my dears. Saturday we are having a ginormous garage sale for some people at my church who are going to serve as Missionaries in Greece. We already have a ton of stuff and some of it looks really good so if you can and would come by and have a look. It is gonna be at the rent house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amore&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lady ;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-3595083138209496607?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3595083138209496607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3595083138209496607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3595083138209496607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3595083138209496607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-seems-like-my-poor-blog-is-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2026600438055474397</id><published>2008-07-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:10:16.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I opened my blog and went " O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ooo,&lt;/span&gt; need a new post" and then thought "I have nothing to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mom did some rearranging in the house and moved the TV into the living room from the dining room. We now have a place to put it in there. Some sorting was accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some school. Only 4 more days of last years English! I need to do some math tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just broke something. He isn't too happy and what do the kids do? Come watch. They have to investigate and it isn't a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kels&lt;/span&gt; got into town yesterday and afternoon which means that "the car" is in town. So after spending about an hour at my house I said "So ya wanna go for a ride?". So Taters, Wounded Soldier,I and the driver went for a road trip through town. I called Heath and she was so very excited so we went to see her. First, b/c it was on the way we stopped at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Csg&lt;/span&gt; house and Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Csg&lt;/span&gt; drove "the car". After that we headed on to Heath's and showed off the ride. We took her for a ride and her daddy came out to look at "it". Our whole alias for leaving the house was drinks. We were going to SB. So after giving rides we went to our final destination and bought drinks. While we were there we saw Heath's brother and their church friends. It turns out that a girls' dad was the one that pulled their group outside to check out the car. It was funny cause Heath's bro was a bit bummed about having to be somewhere and not able to ride and he isn't even the one who checked it out first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks done and gawking accomplished we shipped out towards home. Did you know that people really like nice cars and they honk at you and ask you at the stop light  "Is that a new challenger? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whered'ja&lt;/span&gt; get it? ^Insert word that shouldn't be used^ They don't even have those here." and people on little motorcycles almost can't drive b/c they are too busy looking at you? Oh the joys of having such a toy. Mom enjoyed her frozen Mocha and I suffered from what I think may have been a caffeine induced migraine. That's alright I had fun and now I might know better. But who know whether that head ache was from the drink or not. It might have just been coming to me. I may have to try another one to see if that really was the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all of my adventures from the weekend. Sorry this was another one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unstimulating &lt;/span&gt;posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2026600438055474397?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2026600438055474397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2026600438055474397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2026600438055474397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2026600438055474397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-opened-my-blog-and-went-o-ooo-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7342504224030607637</id><published>2008-07-10T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:14:44.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turquoise duct tape wraps arms beautifully</title><content type='html'>Did you know that little boys, when they are angry and unregenerate, sometimes behave like dogs and pee on whatever they wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening Nicole went to do her usual house sitting chores at the Danari's and was slit by glass in her calve. I bled profusely, so I understand, and was stapled shut by the doctor at the walk in clinic.  She called my house b/c her mom was not yet back to the house when this tragic event took place thus she called my house and my parents went to her rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to think that eskimo kisses should be shared by husbands and wives (this of course I am guessing b/c I have been neigther) and by a child under the age of 4 and someone old.  Mom eskimo kissed me last night and I found it almost disturbing. But if the way mentioned is the way my mom does so choose to display her afection towards me then I shall take them with out any complaints.   I love my mommy.  Just so ya know, if you are ever depressed moms are great at helping you out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I am expecting to enjoy some of the pleasures known to be enjoyed by people who play the wii. I have rarely used this form of timewaster but I intend to do so tonight with my newly lame friend (lol).   We are gonna house sit. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have enjoyed my somewhat unstimulating post. Thank you and good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7342504224030607637?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7342504224030607637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7342504224030607637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7342504224030607637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7342504224030607637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/turquoise-duct-tape-wraps-arms.html' title='Turquoise duct tape wraps arms beautifully'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2269425917425398762</id><published>2008-07-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:22:05.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Han Solo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Han Solo&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=66&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 66%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Qui-Gon Jinn&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=66&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 66%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Jar Jar Binks&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=64&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 64%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Luke Skywalker&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=63&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 63%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;R2-D2&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=61&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 61%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Mace Windu&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=61&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 61%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Lando Calrissian&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=59&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 59%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Chewbacca&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=58&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 58%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;C-3PO&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=57&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 57%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;An Ewok&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=57&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 57%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Even though you've been described as &lt;BR&gt; reckless, selfish and cocky, you're the &lt;BR&gt; type of person others love to be around. &lt;BR&gt; People like you because you're a scoundrel. &lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/starwars/pics/han.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This list displays the top 10 results out of a possible 21 characters)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/starwars"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Star Wars character am I?" quiz...&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2269425917425398762?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2269425917425398762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2269425917425398762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2269425917425398762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2269425917425398762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-results-you-are-han-solo-han-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4709818347235782448</id><published>2008-07-05T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:42:50.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Challenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SG-WFNyYp1I/AAAAAAAAALg/zuUKDO8aOzI/s1600-h/2008_0626(004).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219555509490198354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SG-WFNyYp1I/AAAAAAAAALg/zuUKDO8aOzI/s320/2008_0626(004).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Tony I mentioned something about this sweet car. I figured I'd let you see it now.  I honestly don't know much about it other than it is kinda pretty. So if someone does you could sorta help me out here.&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/8067587071971628424-4709818347235782448?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4709818347235782448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4709818347235782448&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4709818347235782448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4709818347235782448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/2008-challenger.html' title='2008 Challenger'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SG-WFNyYp1I/AAAAAAAAALg/zuUKDO8aOzI/s72-c/2008_0626(004).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5827014760601440556</id><published>2008-07-03T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:44:44.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from going to see Kung Fu Panda.  I don't recommend that you go see it. Don't bother to spend you money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is in town and said that she would take us to see a movie namely Kung Fu Panda.  I read up on it and the review looked pretty clean. Very little inuendo the worst thing in it was the Eastern religious stuff.  I thought, pretty clean I can't really red flag it for any reasons and told mom it was watchable.  The whole while I was thinking " No movies.  TV doesn't honor God we can't watch it.  Even our clean old movies.  LORD are you calling me to give up tv?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really working in my heart right now but I also know that I have been under attack.  Lately I have felt guilty for doing just about everything.  That is not of God.  Feeling guilty all the time is not of our LORD. God very pointedly convicts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We are called to be holy b/c He is holy.  But I know that I am falling far short of this calling.  But then I remember that we won't be perfect in this life and He knows it.  Does that mean that I am to live a life of lawlessness? I will never be perfect and He has saved me from my past, present, and future sin so whay not?   "May it never be!" were the words breathed by God( 2 Timothy 3:16) through the man Paul in Romans 6:1 and else where.  We were saved to be "conformed to the image of His Son..." (Romans 8:29).   We are called to be like Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, who is Christ?  What did Christ do? How did He live? Blamelessly.  He preached, served, and loved the Father.  Christ is revealed to us through the word.  The living word that is "sharper than a two edged sword"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In His mercy not only did God save us be He is sanctifying us. Ephesians 5:26-27 says that Christ gave Himself up for us, the church, to sanctify and present us to himself "without spot or wrinkle... that she might be holy and without blemish". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how are we sanctified? Romans 12:1-2 presents the case ( if you don't know off the top or your head, as with the rest of these verses, look it up). First we are to be holy. Second, how do we become holy? By the renewing of our minds. Ok thats great but how do we renew our minds?  Lets turn to the Old Testament. Ps. 119:9,11 and really the whole chapter, tells us that bythe word our way is kept pure by the word our paths are directed and by the word we "might not sin against You".  If we travel back to 1 John 2:1  the verse states that  "I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin."  Thus by knowing what has proceeded from the mouth of God and treasuring it in our hearts we can discern truth from lie and live accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know this but we fall short and indeed we do sin. So how do we know that we are of God and do not just have a "form of godliness"?   In the closing part of 1 John he says that these things were written "that you may know you have eternal life" (1 John 5:13). This whole book is full of tests that prove, or disprove, our regeneration.  I am not going to go into them here and now. And, in case your wondering, we are told to "test ourselves to see if we are in the faith" (1 Cor 13:5). John Piper has a wonderful series on 1 John and the new birth that I would suggest that you find and listen to.  God has quelled some fears through them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably see this is what I have been dealing with lately.  I would ask that you please pray for my encouragement in the faith. Lies are being wispered in my ears by the enemy and it has made me blue and physically sick to an extent.  Ya'll I hope that by this post this may be an encouragement to others.  And if anyone has any words of wisdom my reading in Proverbs today says that we are to listen to godly council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to play with my family.  Every one is going swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5827014760601440556?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5827014760601440556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5827014760601440556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5827014760601440556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5827014760601440556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-got-back-from-going-to-see-kung.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8346417145664153189</id><published>2008-06-30T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:00:25.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you open milk and the aroma of fruit loops &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tantalizes&lt;/span&gt; your nostrils that is a sure sign that you milk it bad unless, of course, you siblings decided to put fruit loops into your gallon of milk. In our house this morning that wasn't the case and when the fruit loop milk was drank an upset stomach was the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Over the weekend I have learn a valuable lesson about animals. God made them to live outdoors. They do not have their own way of disposing of waste nor are they able to clean up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lovely deposits of hair.  The aroma given off by the filthy beasts is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; to the smell receptors up the nasal cavity and is hard to eliminate.  The stench can be covered but some times the mask is worse than the original offence.  I must add to the end of this paragraph a word of hope to those who love their pets indoors and not out.  Constant cleaning can keep a house free of pet odors and any other sign of life outside of human form and I know a wonderful lady who is able to do so in such a way that I marvel. I applaud you Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Danari&lt;/span&gt;,  yes mam, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also learn of a smell that I cannot stomach.  Dirty cat litter is....... no good. That and boiling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vinegar&lt;/span&gt; may be the only to things that evoke the desire to hurl. Oh the potency of that stench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a new(to me) car;a little black buick. My grandpa gave it to me and my parents drove way too far into Kansas to get it for me.  Round trip for them mom guestamated to be about $300 and that would happen to be the total cost of my new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While our parents were off enjoying the lovely landscape of America's breadbasket, the children sat at Nana's grumbling and complaining and being all out nemesisses.   Let us just say that we don't know how to behave and are learning this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this afternoon I will engage my mind in a wondeful game of  "Remember you Algebra" but as of right now the game I am entering into is "chase J. Alan" and it isn't a fun game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-8346417145664153189?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8346417145664153189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8346417145664153189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8346417145664153189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8346417145664153189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-open-milk-and-aroma-of-fruit.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3577611954074322693</id><published>2008-06-26T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:18:26.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGQGH68LotI/AAAAAAAAALY/h4mSNpvn_8U/s1600-h/100_5597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216301001552405202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGQGH68LotI/AAAAAAAAALY/h4mSNpvn_8U/s320/100_5597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a great day in America. ? years ago on this day a wonderful addition to our society was brought into the world by a new mother. Somehow this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pint sized&lt;/span&gt; super momma was able to bring forth, by God's grace, a beautiful baby girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After enduring great hardship, which brought about a Chinese belly button, this phenomenal young woman has become as a strong woman of God. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not quite a woman but well on her way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to her parents for bringing her up in the fear and admonition of the Lord. Because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; obedience to God and God's protection of her I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; friend in Heather H. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry that is the newest picture I have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-3577611954074322693?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3577611954074322693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3577611954074322693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3577611954074322693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3577611954074322693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGQGH68LotI/AAAAAAAAALY/h4mSNpvn_8U/s72-c/100_5597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2110512027889159559</id><published>2008-06-23T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:43:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress up memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBCarL0XWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VzBnZZWSoJ8/s1600-h/100_7230m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215241394531360098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBCarL0XWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VzBnZZWSoJ8/s320/100_7230m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBBfb5MjjI/AAAAAAAAALI/ICAfvhRnLZ0/s1600-h/100_7174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215240376814439986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBBfb5MjjI/AAAAAAAAALI/ICAfvhRnLZ0/s320/100_7174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBA71PYo3I/AAAAAAAAALA/hmJt3ck1ofI/s1600-h/100_7215c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215239765143102322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBA71PYo3I/AAAAAAAAALA/hmJt3ck1ofI/s320/100_7215c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBAbl-lQLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dWH9pwiGF9E/s1600-h/100_7230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215239211290280114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBAbl-lQLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dWH9pwiGF9E/s320/100_7230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBAAYhO71I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e9Mq2G3WHpA/s1600-h/100_7172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215238743821053778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBAAYhO71I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e9Mq2G3WHpA/s320/100_7172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGA_wVXLEsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1Bw420f7R2w/s1600-h/100_7170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215238468095644354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGA_wVXLEsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1Bw420f7R2w/s320/100_7170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney and I were there too but I uploaded these so that Judy and Emy could see the dresses I am going to let the borrow for their 4h thing. Girls, if you don't like them you don't have to wear them. Do you understand? Nod you head yes now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya'll I just found this green site.  I am not all about going green but I thought &lt;a href="http://www.sprig.com/fashion/?p=1&amp;amp;ac=5&amp;amp;cmp=47&amp;amp;wpsrc=AG0000104&amp;amp;KEYWORD=vintage%20clothing&amp;amp;cre=1608099238&amp;amp;st=s"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;place was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8067587071971628424-2110512027889159559?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2110512027889159559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2110512027889159559&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2110512027889159559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2110512027889159559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/dress-up-memories.html' title='Dress up memories'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/SGBCarL0XWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/VzBnZZWSoJ8/s72-c/100_7230m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-152021170612039297</id><published>2008-06-20T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:09:00.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we even have these things? I hardly write things that I could even begin to know how to title!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, in an attempt to keep the natives from devouring each other, we drug the spinning water thing into the back yard. The spinning water thing kept them in a good mood and away from each others throats. (First we just went outside to play then we played with bubbles then brought out he big guns) That was the beginning of our water adventures. Ok so we really didn't' do much with water yesterday just ran through the sprinkler in the morning and swam at Mrs. Danari's house that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, some guy came to our house (we didn't know he was coming) to look at the place where our roof leaks upstairs in the bathroom. Ya - no one was dressed for the day. Thankfully we had company Wednesday night so I slept in my day clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo! I slept all the way through the night last night! Yeah! I haven't been sleeping well or feeling good but it looks like I might be getting better. Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to join the first paragraph. Swimming! Beans was so afraid of the water at first. She sat on the side with mom for a good long time but after a while mom said that she had to get in. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;" I want mommy! I want mommy!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Yeah, pretty much you can't have mommy but you can wave as we pass by!"&lt;/span&gt; That was gist of our conversation at first. She would get sorta excited&lt;br /&gt;b/c I mentioned mom ( she thought we'd let her out) and started to wave then, as we passed, on our conversation would begin again. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Don't like it! Don't like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Beans, your fine. You are going to like it whether you do or not."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She did eventually like the water and sat on a floaty mat thing while I pushed her around the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Alan, the little man in my lap right now, loved the pool. It took him a few minutes to warm up, very few. He is going to tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I swimmed in the water. I goed in the water and I sinked and I got on the boat and it was sinking and I had to get out." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boat happened to be Mr. K. He rode and played with him till they were both tired out. I was glad he was there to keep track of J. Alan. His being there meant that I didn't have run around so much. I spent a very leisurely evening in the pool floating around on noodles or other flotation devices. Quite relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done Ar made Amish bread (I "helped") and our littles ate the Danari kitchen out of snacks. They know where to find good snacks. That house is never lacking good food. I hope the bread turned out. We had to sub junkit vanilla ice cream mix for vanilla pudding. It smelled great so it should have tasted good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is enough of me rambling about nothing you want to hear. I need to go get ready for Heath b/c she is coming to play with me today. We are going to do something special for lunch but don't know what at of yet. She is bringing us a move called Lorna Doone. I read the youth version of the book. I liked it ok. She says it is a good movie so we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to leave you with a Bible verse but I don't have one jumping out at me right now but I will leave you with this admonition. Stay in the word. Study it day and night ask God to write it on you heart. Ask Him to cause it to increase you faith b/c "faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and please continue to keep me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Please pray for the Danari family. Their roof is leaking after being newly put on (by new I mean the left overs are still in their yard) among other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-152021170612039297?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/152021170612039297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=152021170612039297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/152021170612039297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/152021170612039297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-we-even-have-these-things-i.html' title='Why do we even have these things? I hardly write things that I could even begin to know how to title!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2064596771711201452</id><published>2008-06-16T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:06:22.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday June 5th 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.generationswithvision.com/"&gt;The Bible Prohibited in Colorado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senate Bill 200After 400 years of religious freedom for those who wanted to own anddistribute Bibles on their own property in America, the Governor ofColorado has put an end to it. SB08-200, signed into law last weekwill prohibit the issuing, circulating, and distributing of&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=leviticus%2020:13;&amp;amp;version=49;"&gt; Leviticus20:13&lt;/a&gt;. While churches are exempted for now, Christian schools,Christian book stores, private business, etc. are not.&lt;a href="http://www.generationswithvision.com/"&gt;http://www.generationswithvision.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiped this from TruthMatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Please pray for me as I walk through the valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2064596771711201452?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2064596771711201452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2064596771711201452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2064596771711201452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2064596771711201452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-june-5th-2008.html' title='Thursday June 5th 2008'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1252734365443668504</id><published>2008-06-14T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:27:05.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The twisted marathon</title><content type='html'>Time for a new post.  There is so very much to say and so very little time and space to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day back after being gone for two weeks with the exception of about half a day and a night in between my two trips.  It all started with Branch people camp.  I had an absolutely lovely time.   I hope and pray that what went on was God moving in hearts not just emotional hype.  The music was wondermous. It had good theology! That made me VERY excited.  Our music leader even said that it was important to have sound doctrine in our music!  Yeah ~ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp speaker, Keahbone, was pretty good.  Monday night he challenged first all the counselors and other leader to get right with God.  After them he challenged all believers to make sure that they were in fellowship with the Father.  He gave a short sinner invatation that evening but he honed in on us Christians.  I thougth that was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Branch people! Everyone was so sweet and kind. I had a blast getting to meet new people and getting to know better those that I was already aquainted with.  Thank you Branch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir tour. Well ummm..... there were some good times.  I was introduce to some of the realities of the world.  Just so you know, some people are just unkind and if you are a girl, homesick, and clueless you might cry alot when thoes people behave unkindly.  No really there were some highlights such as working with a small church in the city passing out tracts and talking to people,  and singing at the ball game was muy bueno/bien. Truth be told, I have some friends who really do care if you are hurting and are watching out for me.  It was a learning experience and I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be done as I have to try to catch up on some sleep by going to bed early.  Love ya'll and am so very glad I have you for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1252734365443668504?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1252734365443668504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1252734365443668504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1252734365443668504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1252734365443668504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/twisted-marathon.html' title='The twisted marathon'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7804451336367277539</id><published>2008-06-10T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:41:20.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pray for me.  Pray that I would learn discernment in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LADY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7804451336367277539?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7804451336367277539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7804451336367277539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7804451336367277539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7804451336367277539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/06/pray-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1837542418438583525</id><published>2008-05-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:12:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dadn't talked to ya'll in a coons age....</title><content type='html'>New post, new post, new post...... Where shall I begin. Ah why not begin with the conclusion of our last post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was a success! There were a lot of people there. I walked into the theatre and stopped once I saw the size of the crowd. I think that all but about 4 people were there on our invitation. And to answer Meaggy's question. I was very good.  The picture of the Berlin wall and its to sides as a parallel (???) to the wall of general consensus with ID being oppressed and evolution being "free". There is a wall draw by media and general consensus that has evolution and  "higher order thinkers" on one side and any kind of intelligent design, "lower order thinkers", on the other.  Let me make clear here that ID does not necessarily denote God.  Just b/c scientists think that evolution is insufficient does not mean that they believe in the Creator of the Universe.  Through the rise of Nazi Germany we see the ultimate ramifications that a strict belief in evolution and its ideologies.  Was evolution the only cause of that evil regime's rise? No, of course not, but it was a propellant.  That "science" justified the ideas of crooked men and b/c it was "science" people believed that it was right and the things that were being done to "lesser people" was, OK. Hitlers  plan was to make a "perfect seed".  He wanted, in essence to breed people. Eugenicist thought that by killing off people with disabilities, those who were old, or had a different religious or political views they could create a better man.  "If animals worked that way then why not humans?"they reasoned. There  is more to this movie but I am going to be done. Instead of further explaining things I am going to urge you to watch the movie.   It is truly worth the time and money.   Go see the reality the infringement of our rights which are laid out in the constitution.  Think about this, if it happens in the free area of science, why not in the more touchy realm of religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm I have a field trip today to our city's lab. Mr. Herb says it will be very interesting. We have to wear "eye protection" so I figure it is kind of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will be able to move into our rent house this weekend!  The agent helping us says that is should be ready by Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight daddy is going to, with help, move my piano out of my house into the rent house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaggy is coming soon.  Our choir performance is in two weeks.  Shooting tournament is a week from Saturday.   The wedding is coming up soon.  I shot 10 last practice-- that happens to be quite sorry but it was good for me!  I am running out of things... Oh wait. We have two sick.  Actually I think Beanie is better but Nopee has a sore throat and is coughin a lot.  We traveled to SDC last Saturday.  It was, I wanna say fun but it didn't quite get to that mark.  The place was crowded. I saw about 5 people that I know including one that I haven't seen in almost year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is about it.  No its not. High School fellowship was Friday. We had a great time. I have to say though, I don't ever want to play hide and seek like that again. The good part of that game was watchin Sweet-T and Joel spring out of the truck and run.  Oh and I am so gonna learn to say "Mother Teresa". Thanks Sweet-T ya got me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our verses for this month are on Hope:&lt;br /&gt;            Romans 15:4&lt;br /&gt;            Romans 5:5&lt;br /&gt;            Jeremiah 17:7&lt;br /&gt;            Psalms 119:147&lt;br /&gt;We are also to study up on &lt;em&gt;hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am officially going to be done even if I remember more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1837542418438583525?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1837542418438583525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1837542418438583525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1837542418438583525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1837542418438583525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dadnt-talked-to-yall-in-coons-age.html' title='I dadn&apos;t talked to ya&apos;ll in a coons age....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4862818808210302011</id><published>2008-04-24T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:08:10.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expelled: No intelligence allowed</title><content type='html'>We are going as a HS group to see that on Tuesday the 29th at 7:30 (meet). This is a high school event. Please read the &lt;a href="http://www.pluggedinonline.com/movies/movies/a0004010.cfm"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; if you have any question regarding the movie. I have seen it and think that it will be well worth our time to view it.&lt;br /&gt;Please comment me if you can come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4862818808210302011?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4862818808210302011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4862818808210302011&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4862818808210302011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4862818808210302011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/04/expelled-no-intelligence-allowed.html' title='Expelled: No intelligence allowed'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-235624272775067124</id><published>2008-04-22T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:25:31.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I need to post and have wanted to but there's been a handicap put upon my ability to post. You see it is hard to access the internet with out a computer. No wait Nana has one but her ancient beast has no internet. So ha! I do have a legit excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have no internet how is it that you are posting?" you may ask. That my friends is simple. Babysitting. Today I am keeping some delightful little girls and am using their computer and internet access. I have one on webkins and another working on mathfacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened in the last two week that have caused for me not to post a thing? Umm well ya know that time when the big storm blew and there was that house that was on the new and it had the tree and all the people and the block party thing? Yup well that was me. My family, especially my mom, has become a celeb family. We have been in local and state newspapers (so were 2 of Sunshine's bros). The local tv news stations have had several interview with members of our family and have come by to tape all the action. People from our state capital(the snorkfish) came all the way here to take a picture on our demolished front porch. It has been quite a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry ladies and gents but I have no pictures. I will see if I can post a link where you can see some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A block party was thrown for us on Saturday. Many people were unable to make it but that is more than understandable. There was a silent auction table. Shawna Momma won a print of a mother and her toddler. It twas gorgeous! Antiques often are. After being there about two hours I left with a friend to go watch Expelled. Good movie everyone needs to go see it. Veiwer discretion advised which means don't take your 10yr old sibling. Go see the movie! Take your friends. Go! Any way after I left some more of my friends showed up. I am VERY sad about missing them but I figured stuff came up and they weren't going to be able to make it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday chem class went on a fieldtrip to the Sparks lab. I had a good time but now we know who the skwirmish one is. (cough,Hannah,couch T,cough) Mr. Herb showed us around one part and another man showed us the other. The man who worked there didn't know we were coming till about 30 minutes before we showed so he wasn't all that prepared. I think he felt a bit bad about it. Mr. Herb, on the other hand, was able to show us where he used to work and give us a good lesson. That man has led a full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a baby at our house yesterday. She is about 6weeks old. We were going to keep her while her mom goes back to work but her mother feels guilty adding another responsibility to our plate. She told us she would love to have her stay with us but she felt like she was using our willingness to keep our agreement. We responded with the "that's fine" and " call us if you need us" and assured her it didn't hurt our feelings and so on and so forth. It was really sweet of her to think of us. I am sad that we don't get to keep her more though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have more to tell but this post is getting long and I am about ready to be done. You don't need to be weighed down in reading the most minutely detailed account of my life. I will mention though, that some of my relatives sent us a box filled with clothes, shoes, and some other stuff. My Caunt Beth called and asked our sizes and what we needed so I told her (she Really wanted to help) and she and some of my other relatives sent us a $51 shipping charge sized box. It was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right I think that I am done. Thanks ya'll for all the prayers and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Follow this &lt;a href="http://www.charleneday.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; then click blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-235624272775067124?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/235624272775067124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=235624272775067124&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/235624272775067124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/235624272775067124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6417437216228059235</id><published>2008-04-08T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:53:49.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you don't test you go to testing anyway !</title><content type='html'>This morning I saw and spoke to a tired Lana Marie at testing. She was dropping off her testing brothers. Pray for her-wedding plans are at a stall. I played with Heather and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Emy&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the seniors were at testing b/c of a sibling or could be so they had song practice today. They are sounding pretty good. The vocals need some work but the music ROCKS! Well not literally but, it sounds great and the vocals are bad just a bit rough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Twon't&lt;/span&gt; take anything to smooth them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND drum roll please! Hannah Elizabeth for the first time that I have known her and I have known her 7 years wore jeans AND a t-shirt. She looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautimous&lt;/span&gt; as usual by the way. Her hair and make up was still done up in usual Judy fashion. Hannah dear I love you and I don't care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; you show up in formal always or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;holey&lt;/span&gt; jeans. It doesn't matter what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The t-shirt was their senior shirts with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; name on them. Twas grey. They are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Larry had a retirement party on Saturday and at it they had black lite puppets. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;videoed&lt;/span&gt; them. It isn't the best performance but it is a taste of black light puppets. Beanie loved the puppets she sat mesmerized. Mouth open, stark still, eyes wide t'was a funny site then all of a sudden, as if roused from a trance she would smile at daddy, clap and maybe even let out of small squeal of delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be off dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. Leave me comments per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;faber&lt;/span&gt;(that is Dixie '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;panish&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6417437216228059235?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6417437216228059235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6417437216228059235&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6417437216228059235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6417437216228059235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-dont-test-you-go-to-testing.html' title='When you don&apos;t test you go to testing anyway !'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4984144919155208748</id><published>2008-04-05T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:17:50.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gx7cXcbcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VhmKfE3sgRE/s1600-h/Mary+2008+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185949868213693890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gx7cXcbcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/VhmKfE3sgRE/s320/Mary+2008+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gxr8XcbbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JUjq6D9CObY/s1600-h/Mary+2008+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185949601925721522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gxr8XcbbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JUjq6D9CObY/s320/Mary+2008+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gxd8XcbaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kwpvb_n6LTg/s1600-h/Mary+2008+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185949361407552930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gxd8XcbaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kwpvb_n6LTg/s320/Mary+2008+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gxQ8XcbZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eQCTSEFeCfs/s1600-h/Mary+2008+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185949138069253522" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gwS8XcbVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZF3MasoDCGs/s320/Mary+2008+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gvh8XcbSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_B7p_Fp29Q/s1600-h/Mary+2008+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185947231103773986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gvh8XcbSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C_B7p_Fp29Q/s320/Mary+2008+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_guv8XcbQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u95Uf7UGdeI/s1600-h/Mary+2008+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185946372110314754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_guv8XcbQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/u95Uf7UGdeI/s320/Mary+2008+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gul8XcbPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_KBAfqL4Ffg/s1600-h/Mary+2008+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185946200311622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gul8XcbPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_KBAfqL4Ffg/s320/Mary+2008+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_guT8XcbOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-GA1BLoCeko/s1600-h/Mary+2008+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185945891073977570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_guT8XcbOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-GA1BLoCeko/s320/Mary+2008+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_guFcXcbNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OwTSZppnEJs/s1600-h/Mary+2008+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185945641965874386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_guFcXcbNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OwTSZppnEJs/s320/Mary+2008+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gt28XcbMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/urF3TO92Tek/s1600-h/Mary+2008+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185945392857771202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gt28XcbMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/urF3TO92Tek/s320/Mary+2008+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtocXcbLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Kvub7ih5Xl8/s1600-h/Mary+2008+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185945143749668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtocXcbLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Kvub7ih5Xl8/s320/Mary+2008+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtcMXcbKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r5QP289yCww/s1600-h/Mary+2008+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185944933296270498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtcMXcbKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r5QP289yCww/s320/Mary+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtS8XcbJI/AAAAAAAAAII/9w3zogNU1LI/s1600-h/Mary+2008+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185944774382480530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtS8XcbJI/AAAAAAAAAII/9w3zogNU1LI/s320/Mary+2008+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtBcXcbII/AAAAAAAAAIA/lvxVPtc1VaY/s1600-h/Mary+2008+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185944473734769794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gtBcXcbII/AAAAAAAAAIA/lvxVPtc1VaY/s320/Mary+2008+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gs1cXcbHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q1YGuGMqAr8/s1600-h/Mary+2008+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185944267576339570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gs1cXcbHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Q1YGuGMqAr8/s320/Mary+2008+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gsjsXcbGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YpS2Qu7qL4k/s1600-h/Mary+2008+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185943962633661538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gsjsXcbGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YpS2Qu7qL4k/s320/Mary+2008+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gsZ8XcbFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OH5zE2RHUrQ/s1600-h/Mary+2008+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185943795129936978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gsZ8XcbFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/OH5zE2RHUrQ/s320/Mary+2008+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gsM8XcbEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7nRERG48qk4/s1600-h/Mary+2008+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185943571791637570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gsM8XcbEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/7nRERG48qk4/s320/Mary+2008+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gr4MXcbDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q71MUwYCqvc/s1600-h/Mary+2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185943215309351986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gr4MXcbDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Q71MUwYCqvc/s320/Mary+2008+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gresXcbCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/slSaM-qiWI8/s1600-h/Mary+2008+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185942777222687778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gresXcbCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/slSaM-qiWI8/s320/Mary+2008+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gqpsXcbBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/W_FOVdipz0I/s1600-h/Mary+2008+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185941866689621010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gqpsXcbBI/AAAAAAAAAHI/W_FOVdipz0I/s320/Mary+2008+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gp6cXcbAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k-JWZy2LqF8/s1600-h/Mary+2008+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185941054940802050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gp6cXcbAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k-JWZy2LqF8/s320/Mary+2008+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gpYsXca_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/J1xYBvZl4Vk/s1600-h/Mary+2008+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185940475120217074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R_gpYsXca_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/J1xYBvZl4Vk/s320/Mary+2008+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have more pics than this but I must be off to bed.  We took some more at another location.  She hasn't seen these yet. I hope she likes 'em.   We had a bunch of fun. Maybe we could do this again. Have I any takers? 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I wanted to share will all my doctrine sensitive friends some sites that speak on the fallacy of the emergent church. As of right now all I can do is post link. I myself am looking into its lie but am able to expose its false teaching from my own mind. I would encourage each one of you to carve out some time to look at these sites and read these articles or at least skim them. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/archives/articles/emergent-church/the-gospel-conventional-versus-emerging.php"&gt;The Gospel: Conventional vs. Emerging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/archives/articles/quotes/you-might-be-emergent-if.php"&gt;You might be emergent if...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/"&gt;Search "Emerging church"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the only links I have time to get. A little one just awoke.  Please, please, please take the time to look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6221106110003209290?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6221106110003209290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6221106110003209290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6221106110003209290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6221106110003209290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/04/heresy-pervading-our-churches.html' title='Heresy pervading our churches'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3941224688029852180</id><published>2008-03-31T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:50:20.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to witness honestly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jt9V4Q5n9gs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jt9V4Q5n9gs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8067587071971628424-3941224688029852180?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3941224688029852180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3941224688029852180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3941224688029852180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3941224688029852180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-me.html' title='How to witness honestly'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2713747213501570464</id><published>2008-03-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T10:53:45.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banquet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youth night'/><title type='text'>Ahhh!</title><content type='html'>Friday was Jr/Sn banquet. We had a wondermous time.  We spent many hours in Bella~Italia and guess what? We even sang with the entertainer/piano guy that was there. Hannah S is EXTREMELY talented and was able to play songs from memory that we sang to.   Our party sang their graduation song.  The vocals weren't the best but that is ok. We had a great time.   After dinner, it was off to bowling. But alas it was not to be.   A high school rented out the place so we couldn't get in.  I tried to reserve lanes or figure something out and they said you they were not able to do that at all.   But wait- are there not two bowling places?  Yup there are but when they are both full up your just outta luck.  So most of us went to Walmart and had a scavenger hunt.   Mucho grande fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was youth night.  We had a TON of people.  There were a bunch of newbies! It was great.  The Noom's house is getting too small so I think next month we are going to have it at Mr. Herb's house.  Ms. Katie and I were talking this morning and we are going to start having more youth events.  Maybe do two or three things a month.  We might go bowling or putput or it might be that we just have a prayer/praise&amp;amp; worship meeting.  It looks like maybe this summer we are going to have a world view retreat out at "the farm".  Yup this is good. We played mafia last night.  Any game that you play with ColeE has got to be fun and last night's mafia wasn't any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning's songs were kinda 'blah' but as time progress so did the quality of things.  Today we used a baseball analogy.  Hit the ball = salvation/ 1st base= baptism/ 2nd base= regular church person/3rd base= you have your nitch of service / home= true Christain living.&lt;br /&gt;That isn't to say that you are not being sanctified always and that you are being conformed the whole way but it is sort of a growth chart.   It isn't the best but it was fairly easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that soon we are going to make an e-mail loop for our hs youth.  That way we can keep up with people and people will be able to suggest things. It is just a good way to stay in contact with people that you don't see except there.  I am excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2713747213501570464?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2713747213501570464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2713747213501570464&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2713747213501570464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2713747213501570464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5479210002943576532</id><published>2008-03-26T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:16:58.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vow of celibacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In our neighborhood there are a lot of stray cats. One of them in particular likes our house. It is a weird reddish colored long haired girl cat. This poor cat is sick, or so we think. Anyway we are not to touch her. When we went outside this morning it was on our porch with our cat, Malarky. As we tried to shoo her away Nope piped up with "Maybe Malarky and that cat will get married" or course what she means by the marriage of cats is nothing more then "maybe they will have kittens". But at our house those two things are synonymous. "Nope" , says I, " they can't get married Malarky has taken a vow of celibacy. That means he won't marry." So now I think that I will continue to say "fixed", whether it be spayed or neutered, as " a vow of celibacy". I like it. Indeed I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5479210002943576532?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5479210002943576532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5479210002943576532&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5479210002943576532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5479210002943576532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/vow-of-celibacy.html' title='A vow of celibacy'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4267322477544510761</id><published>2008-03-25T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:27:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ton' my mom suggested this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAHHWb783VE&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xAHHWb783VE&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&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/8067587071971628424-4267322477544510761?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4267322477544510761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4267322477544510761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4267322477544510761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4267322477544510761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/ton-my-mom-suggested-this-song.html' title='Ton&apos; my mom suggested this song'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7008110462317789819</id><published>2008-03-23T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:53:22.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He IS Risen.....</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching 'Enchanted'.  I liked it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Twas cute.&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked my brother if he wanted to watch it every day for the next week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nopee&lt;/span&gt; answered the question with "yes,yes,yes, yes,....." J. Alan's voice rang out with hers till her realized what he was saying and it quickly and abruptly changed to "No,no,no, no, no".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plays went well today. Sadly the number of people who came was much less than last time. If we combined the people from all three of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; then we could have had about the same amount of people as 1 of the performances last year. Twas disheartening.   There were few mistakes.   I ate only one line.  And forgot only one line. The others didn't miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;any that&lt;/span&gt; I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kelsidanari&lt;/span&gt; family over for lunch today. They brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; aunt as well. Both of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grandfathers&lt;/span&gt; came into town to eat our juicy hamburgers with us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Missa&lt;/span&gt; Lyn brought yummy cupcakes.  While they were hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;littles&lt;/span&gt; hunted eggs.  At that time I was inside doing dishes and cleaning up.  While they were here we swapped some pretty funny stories. Maybe one day I will tell you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to clean my gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7008110462317789819?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7008110462317789819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7008110462317789819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7008110462317789819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7008110462317789819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-is-risen.html' title='He IS Risen.....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-833429850126014551</id><published>2008-03-20T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:06:50.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I jsut got home from my first skeet shooting practice. I shot 4 of 25 but I am happy.  I didn't expect to hit anything! I had a blast. Next practice is on Saturday morning.  My right shoulder doesn't hurt, that is the one I shoulder the gun with, but the other does a bit. It doesn't really hurt but it sorta throbs.  My left elbow also started to hurt. It makes me think that I am not holding my gun properly. Oh well I will figure it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play practice is tomorrow night. Saturday night is our first performance. Saturday morning is shooting practice again.  Then saturday afternoon is play practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stink. I smell of shotgun shells and dirt. Quite lovely it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to tourney! Yeah~ha! Not that I will be anygood but I get to go! Be with people I like to hang out with and that make me laugh, I will.  Tis good. This is all if thing go well and I don't die or something. JK But it is true  as long as I don't get hurt or in trouble.  And if I were to get hurt I would probably go anyway to cheer them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive ~Wa my dear readers! ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-833429850126014551?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/833429850126014551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=833429850126014551&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/833429850126014551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/833429850126014551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-jsut-got-home-from-my-first-skeet.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4898226249776880670</id><published>2008-03-18T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:31:49.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xibC7IcpdQE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; This is for Nicole and her man. I thought maybe that I and some guy could sing this at their wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4898226249776880670?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4898226249776880670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4898226249776880670&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4898226249776880670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4898226249776880670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-for-nicole-and-her-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3028203635631894506</id><published>2008-03-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:55:10.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya'll need to go say "hi" to Luke on his blog. His comment section made me think he was lonely. Go cheer him up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will write a good post later. As of right now, I have no time. I need to go write the third installment of the "Tony dream".  Then do math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shalom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-3028203635631894506?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3028203635631894506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3028203635631894506&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3028203635631894506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3028203635631894506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/yall-need-to-go-say-hi-to-luke-on-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2209516480768540558</id><published>2008-03-15T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T15:59:11.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2209516480768540558?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2209516480768540558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2209516480768540558&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2209516480768540558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2209516480768540558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5850044898121427164</id><published>2008-03-13T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:35:31.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Deep Deep love of Jesus</title><content type='html'>I want my sister to play this song so I googled it.  This is one of the vids I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TowRRHbiV6c&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TowRRHbiV6c&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8067587071971628424-5850044898121427164?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5850044898121427164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5850044898121427164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5850044898121427164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5850044898121427164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Oh the Deep Deep love of Jesus'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6348959277137300358</id><published>2008-03-11T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T05:15:05.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom is off to help a mom with labor today. My mom is a &lt;a href="http://www.dona.org/mothers/index.php"&gt;dula&lt;/a&gt;; not a &lt;a href="http://www.dona.org/mothers/index.php"&gt;midwife.&lt;/a&gt; She doesn't deliver the baby just helps the mom. We had play practice on Sunday and Saturday. I have a few scenes that I know about but don't have words for. :D I also need a lullaby. Any suggestions? While I am on the subject I would like to cordially invite you to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eye Witness to a Promise Kept"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live Easter Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday March 22 at 6:00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter Sunday, March 23 at 9:30 &amp;amp;11:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(for children, 1st-6th gade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presented on the 3rd floor AWANA room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At my church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad and I are both in it as well as many other wonderful people who volunteered. This year it is going to be video'd kinda like Tony's groveling in class yesterday except better. The play is funny at parts and Marc is Jesus! Ya'll should know that person-at least some of you should. If you can come see it. If not have a blessed Easter with your family at you church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6348959277137300358?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6348959277137300358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6348959277137300358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6348959277137300358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6348959277137300358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mom-is-off-to-help-mom-with-labor.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4092098513533093467</id><published>2008-03-06T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:39:31.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My house broke the fall of some poor unasuming snowflakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Yup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; we have snow.  B/c of those beautiful flakes coop was canceled and I am unable to attend the choral concert. I am hoping it is canceled that I may be able to go again when it is rescheduled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tonight was pizza night. Except for we did not realize that we had no meat not much in the way of veggies therefor our pizzas were skimpy on toppings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;. 'skimpy on toppings' could be another way of saying that a girl is not dressed modestly!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lienardo&lt;/span&gt;, aka Wounded Soldier, was reflecting on some stuff that is going on at church and said something that I thought was pretty good.  He was watching the snow fall, and at the time, it wasn't sticking. He told me, "That snow is like today's Christian stuff. We have more than ever but it isn't sticking."  In other words, or at least when I expanded upon the thought this is what we concluded, we have so much that is "Christian" but very little of it is real.  Today's "Christian" society isn't really Christian at all. Rather it is a mixture of different man made philosophies that are meshed together and called Biblical.  This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;philo&lt;/span&gt; crud is given to people with the promise that your life will be better but in all actuality it doesn't do anything.  Very few are converted b/c very few are told that they have a need to change their ways.  I know the quote and the ideology behind it doesn't really match.  But we understood what he was talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The snow is '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sposed&lt;/span&gt; to last until Saturday morning but I am hoping that it won't. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE snow but I want to shoot. Skeet practice is tomorrow afternoon. I, snapdragons, will not be able to shoot tourney but I still will get to practice with the team. Stupid conflicts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just pulled out my camera and it is broken. The lens is loose in the inside and can't recoil. It makes me sick!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We have Easter play practice Saturday afternoon and that morning Taters has solo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jr/Sn banquet invites were sent out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yyyesterday&lt;/span&gt; ? or Tuesday.  Mary Dimes has gotten hers already.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am finally sick. I had a sore throat on Monday and Tuesday.  Yesterday it didn't hurt but it was still laden with drainage as it is today. This morning I hardly had a voice. As the day had waxed it had become greater but I still can't talk very loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My next post was going to be interactive but b/c my camera is now broken I can't.  SNAPDRAGONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4092098513533093467?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4092098513533093467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4092098513533093467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4092098513533093467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4092098513533093467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-house-broke-fall-of-some-poor.html' title='My house broke the fall of some poor unasuming snowflakes'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1991360701400388130</id><published>2008-03-01T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:03:17.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TJB gets scared</title><content type='html'>This morning I awoke around 7:30 at Heaths house. I spent de night with her. We were up till later than was good for us. I had corn checks for breakfast. Twere very good. Frosted shredded wheat are my favorite though.  Last night we went to a clue party. Heath and I both decided that it was too slow. Not as much fun as it sounds. We had a good time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while doing laundry chores, my brother rolled up some socks and pitched them at my head. B/c I have cat like reflexes, I was able to use my karate moves to spin and block the sock ball and then added a kick just for kicks. Ok so not really. It hit me quite hard in the eye area. I was given a slight headache and brused eyebrow. I said some like " great now I am goin to go to the movie thing this afternoon with a black eye and I didn't even get it in a fight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same day, (I got kicked off before the post was done with) J. Alan found a screw driver and proceeded to take apart the  Barbie computer we have, take out the batteries, then put it back to gether again. I let him do it b/c he wasn't doing anything naughty.  He was busy and we don't care about that toy.  It already doesn't work! He couldn't hurt it. Truth be told I did not realize what he was doing exactly till he came and put he batteries in the trash then asked me for more.  I saw that he had the screw driver but I had no clue that he could actually get the scews undone.  Anyway that is my ingenious little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my bell choir rang in service. It went .................... well it just went. They played beautifully in practice.  Alas we all got nervous and things sorta fell apart.  I feel bad for them b/c they did sooo well durring practice.  There are a couple of kids that probably took it hard. We rang it through twice and was on the second time around that all went awry.  I got nervous too so when they stopped playing (which they did altogether stop playing) I just picked a place that I knew and we started, skipping a whole line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my table was given an assignment that was actually hard. We asked Mr. Herb to teach us how to set up the equasion like he said we should b/c we didn't know how to do it.  But all he did was give us a new experiment. The second one was boring and easy.  The first would have been more cool and the experiment itself wasn't difficult but the bookwork before hand required one to figure out what acetic acid and sodium bicarbonate produced.   We knew we needed carbon dioxide but what to do with everything else left over? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fe (iron) +S (sulfer) --&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FeS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ironsulfite&lt;/span&gt;)  The was the second experiment.  The two elements were measured, mixed, then combined into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FeS&lt;/span&gt; via heat (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Benson&lt;/span&gt;? burner).  I had to ask "the guys"* for a 'flame thrower'. Where do you think that I found these young sirs? Their experiment required for them to study the different colors of flames that different elements put off .  To see the flames well they needed the dark.  Upon searching for them, I heard voices coming from the men's restroom. "Are they all in there?" I thought.  I new that they had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt; the dishes between each element's flaming but....  They were.  Did you know that if you turn out all the lights in the bathrooms on that floor it is very dark?  Anyway I needed aflame thrower.  So I knocked on the door only to hear  " Yes. What do you need?" from Sweet-T in his '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IamhavingablastdoingthingsthatcouldhurtmeifIamnotcareful&lt;/span&gt;' voice. (Is he ever careful, by the way?)  He gets 'cited. The Sir Isaac stuck his head out the door and asked what I wanted. B/c &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; four boys in a bathroom can't hear one girl's request for the flame thrower otherwise known as a lighter.   Boy this makes for a long story all written out.  I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; a flame thrower. "Give her this one. I like this one [theirs] better. This one [theirs] works better." Thanks a lot Sweet-T. At least I think it was him. I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; exactly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our assignment this week is to fin out how many isomers can be made from octane. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later ya'll&lt;br /&gt;            Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1991360701400388130?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1991360701400388130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1991360701400388130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1991360701400388130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1991360701400388130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/03/tjb-gets-scared.html' title='TJB gets scared'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5035524222201507437</id><published>2008-02-26T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:45:37.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I figure it is time for an update. This past weekend I went to Impact, a retreat at my church for the youth. Twas fun. Our host home dad built us our derby car for the race. We mounted a high-heel chair to it. It ended up being mucho grande coolio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday our experiment worked the first time we tried it for the first time ever in Chemistry. *maybe it was the second time ever* We learned about Mr. Herb's book. It sound interesting. I think that I will like it when it is done. We also learned that Heath can write. Her introductory paragraph was more like a story than an introduction to a water research paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I went to the Now and Then shop with LLB. We had been to Bedford's for a GS feild trip and b/c it took almost no time whatsoever we asked if we could go to N&amp;amp;T. Neither of us paid any attention to the time and after being there for an hour mom called. Oops! It was supposed to be a quick trip. As I did not wish to die, we quickly paid for my vintage cards and left the building. Briskly we walked home. I was the whole time asking LLB " What exactly did mom say? Did she sound angry? Did she talk like she was mad at us for being gone so long and sound very harsh or was it more I forgive you for not checking the time when you said sorry?" Pretty much I feared the worst b/c I was stupid and didn't pay any attention to how long we had been in there. Luckily, thank you mommy, she was more worried that we hadn't called, which we were told to when we were leaving, and she thought that something might have happened to us. My mom was gracious and forgave understandingly b/c she knew that we had quite unintentionally extended our shopping trip beyond what we had planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now must do the dishes and some chemistry then I think I will plunge into Mansfield Park. Jane Austen is my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Talk to ya'll later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Lady ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;p.s. Ya know what I just found out. Spell check doesn't work if all your words are spelled correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5035524222201507437?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5035524222201507437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5035524222201507437&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5035524222201507437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5035524222201507437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday-25-2008.html' title='Tuesday 25, 2008'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5062297682371360639</id><published>2008-02-21T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:13:07.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have completed (finaly) Ivanhoe! After having had this book check out of the church library for about 2 months I am now able to return it. Last night, in one last burst of intelectual strengh, I completed the reading of the book. Tis a good story and it is written beautifully. I do believe, though, that should I ever venture to take it off the shelf again I will read it with a Latin dictionary by my side. By that I will be able to translate the Latin of al the clergy within the pages of Scott's masterpeice. Reading this makes me want to read more of Scott's work. I really liked it. I read an abridged version first and it was cruddy. It had very little of the actual story i it. In fact I don't remember any thing in the abridged version that matches the true thing besided character names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this great post all ready to type out earlier but as I was not able to post it when I thougth of it I have now forgotton what twas all about. That's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At coop, after having sticker letter trouble, I was able to leave my family page disasemble but almost done. Ms Stacy finished it for me and added some extras. It looks great! Even the picture is good! I usually don't like pictures of me but I actually like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to design invatations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olive -wa!&lt;br /&gt;Lady&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Oh Oh! I actually got through my entire lesson in my modesty class today. You guys can memorize their verse too. Most of ya'll already know it most likely. Romans 12:1. Have at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5062297682371360639?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5062297682371360639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5062297682371360639&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5062297682371360639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5062297682371360639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-completed-finaly-ivanhoe-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2224249403322133567</id><published>2008-02-19T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:52:57.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My banquet dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uUNgYTLbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9oS0NYc4tkM/s1600-h/101_3355me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168887957088841138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uUNgYTLbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9oS0NYc4tkM/s320/101_3355me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; The front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uTygYTLaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VY1dmkh6Ve4/s1600-h/101_3358me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168887493232373154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uTygYTLaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VY1dmkh6Ve4/s320/101_3358me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; The whole back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uTNQYTLZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kwHIA9KkKFU/s1600-h/101_3370.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168886853282246034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uTNQYTLZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kwHIA9KkKFU/s320/101_3370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beading on the skirt. (Sorry I couldn't get a good picture. The fabric is too shiny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uSsgYTLYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhM28_213qw/s1600-h/101_3369.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168886290641530242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uSsgYTLYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mhM28_213qw/s320/101_3369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; The waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uSMAYTLXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4wBDJMT9QxI/s1600-h/101_3359.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168885732295781746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uSMAYTLXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4wBDJMT9QxI/s320/101_3359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; The back&lt;br /&gt;I will not wear the blue shawl.  I'm going to get a shrug that actually matches. I think that matching is a good thing. Who knows what shoes I will wear. Probably flipflops.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Isn't the beading pretty? I sink so. Thanks Mommy for finding it for me. My mommy bought it at Dillards the day that we went to FtF last year.  In order for me to have somewhere to wear it I must call the restaurant and bowling place agian. I forgot to ask the bowling place if we could reserve lanes. Actully I didn't think of it. And the restaurant manager was busy and that is who I need to speak to. I do that tomorrow and then this week or early next week invatations will be sent out. Yeah Ha ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8067587071971628424-2224249403322133567?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2224249403322133567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2224249403322133567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2224249403322133567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2224249403322133567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-banquet-dress.html' title='My banquet dress'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7uUNgYTLbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9oS0NYc4tkM/s72-c/101_3355me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8387338857319978357</id><published>2008-02-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:30:56.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c91AYTLVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KXWRRETwkwE/s1600-h/101_3178.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167667078275214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c91AYTLVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KXWRRETwkwE/s320/101_3178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; J. Alan says I am pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c9kAYTLUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Xt9XVqXfONc/s1600-h/101_3180.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167666786217438530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c9kAYTLUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Xt9XVqXfONc/s320/101_3180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;   The Bodice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c9OgYTLTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_CVfz2YhHOc/s1600-h/101_3181.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167666416850251058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c9OgYTLTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_CVfz2YhHOc/s320/101_3181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; A sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c86AYTLSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Vn2ESw2PpI/s1600-h/101_3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167666064662932770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c86AYTLSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3Vn2ESw2PpI/s320/101_3182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The end of the zipper in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It is a pretty color. I like the neckline. But umm, I don' t think the dress was really me.  'Sides it is too small. I can get into it but twas a tight fit.  Mrs  B. let me borrow this and some others to see if I wanted to use any of then for the banquet.  I need to call Bella Italia and Bowling world. I hate to talk on the phone to weirdo stranger people.  Sorry Nicole, you can't have my dress. You have to find your own.  One of these days I will put it on and let ya'll see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Right now I am listening to music for Children's church tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am trying to find music that all the kids will like. Tis harder than it should be I think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I took pictures for a small private wedding today. I don't have as many good ones as I thought that I did. Some of the ones that looked clear on the camera weren't on the computer.  My silly camera starts to lag after a few pictures. Aggravating it is. I need to work like crazy so that I can buy a new one.  I could also use a car. But then I would need a lisence. To get that I would have to take a test! Maybe I don't need the car or the lisence.  Maybe I just need to suck it up, study, then take the test.  I think that would be the most accurate of maybes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We(dad and I) went to block buster tonight to get some movies. It took forever.  There wasn't much but we ended up getting some war movie for him, SecondChances, and Arsnic and Old Lace.  We have decided to not to go back anymore. We might try netflix.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I saw Ms. Potter at Sam's and I said " Happy Birthday mom!" as I put it into our cart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She then in turn "Happy Brirthday"ed me.  Then she said "Didn't I give you this for Christmas?". No she didn't. She bought though, and put it in the gift closet for my birthday.  So guess what I got for my birthday today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Blogger is evil for not letting my spell check work!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8067587071971628424-8387338857319978357?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8387338857319978357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8387338857319978357&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8387338857319978357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8387338857319978357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/j.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R7c91AYTLVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KXWRRETwkwE/s72-c/101_3178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-303682645189779098</id><published>2008-02-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:54:27.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a 25 for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heath came over this evening with her sister. We watched the redemption of Sara Cain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I had time for last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a good movie and now I want to read the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new bed. It has a trundle for Beans. My room is now cleanish. It will be after I make my bed and pick up a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have mice. Tis bad. They made a huge mess under my bed. Yuck. Mouse poo everywhere. Why my room? I have no idea but it meant that my floor got vinigared. Then we found more under the microwave. The the wall, the counter, and the floor, plus other things around them got vinigered. We set traps. The bait is gone but we are still still with out Morte mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry stresses some people out but sorry Shawna momma I don't get it! My paper was finnished and turned in with a creative title and boring in body. Who really wants to read " Wastewater: A pharmaceutical landmine"? I wouldn't. But that is done and I have two chapters to finish. Two, you ask? Well yes b/c I forgot to do the endofthechapter questions for nine. I thought I did but I don't remember the answers thus I am doing it agian. Then I will do chapter 10. Aghsdafk! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is coop and my Modest lapbook class. Last night before Heath came over I made my lesson plan. I think this week will go better than before. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a call from Britter and we are not going to go out of town as we thought. Things have come up so it has been canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I have a baby shower to got to and I am taking pictures for a friend of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was the Gothard seminar. Twas good but long. I made a new friend her name is "Jeddica". We are now corresponding via e-mail. Tis wondermous. Everyone should go to a Gothard seminar at least once in their life. No kidding you need to go. It is convicting and helpful. In fact, twould be best to go more than once. First you have to go to the basic before going to the advanced. There is one part though that I could have done without. But that will have to be another blog post. Rather that is an "in-person" story. So if you see me you can ask me about it. ;D My church may have another one this summer. Almost-Newlyweds! you need to come if they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is yet beconing me agian. I must answer its call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell ya'll our Music ministry is leaving. It is really sad. But God will bless his obedience and we get to meet new people! That is always good. That too may be a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              olive-wa!;D&lt;br /&gt;                                                       ~Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. That there is called Red Neck Dixie French. ;0D&lt;br /&gt;What is up with my spell check not working?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-303682645189779098?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/303682645189779098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=303682645189779098&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/303682645189779098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/303682645189779098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-25-for-real.html' title='I got a 25 for real'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1727176918220824005</id><published>2008-02-07T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:16:46.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACT'/><title type='text'>I got a ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seven, yes ladies and gents, I got a seven. How do you get something as low as a seven,you ask? Well,you dream and in the dream you get a seven b/c you got a zero on the science portion of the ACT. In the dream I got a 29 in English, 27 in Reading, and another highter 20 something in math but b/c of the zero in Science, my grade was a 7. Weird huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I took the ACT. I don't think it went &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; badly. For English and Math I was pretty alert and awake but for reading and science, my brain was numb. THe no break thing doesn't work that great. I was very suprised at the science. I hadn't worried about it b/c it is science and science is almost my thing. I like it. Others had told me "beware the science" but I brushed it off like an idiot. On all of the practice stuff I have had for the ACT the science was very similar to the reading with a graph or two thrown in but on the actual test there was only ONE place that could be considered even remotely similar to reading comp. the rest was graphs. Had my mind not been foggy I probably could have done much better. Hmm, lets say like not coloring in the last ten question bubbles. THat is going to hurt me.... a lot especially since I guess on others before that! (grimmacing smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like I said by the time reading came around I was numb but I think I did ok. Much better than the stupid graphs. No they are not stupid graphs they are things that I must learn to read which will help me when I am checking charts to statistic and so on and so forth for various political and social reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya'll I was nervous as all get out. I jittered and shook, convulsed, was noseuous, actually almost cried. The English was exhilerating. My yuckyness almost went entirely away. As did it also during the math. (bytheway I was suprised at how much I knew. But as they say, I, like most everyone else guessed on over half.)At reading and science, they were all back with the addition of a fog in my brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oH, oh! Did you know that you are kind in spite of your inner desire to be snappy and introverted it helps you relax. Yes, I did look out past my yucky inards and was nice to the proctor. It helped greatly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must do some school. Oneday next week I will post about the Gothard seminar which all of you should have come to. Maybe next time we will do it in the summer so more people can come. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pray for the Noom's cousins and Mr. Chickenwing. They are both sick. One with a high fever and the latter with what we think is the flu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p.s. My spell check isn't working again. Sorry momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;edit: Mommy I fixed them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1727176918220824005?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1727176918220824005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1727176918220824005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1727176918220824005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1727176918220824005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got.html' title='I got a ......'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4412427367761264901</id><published>2008-02-01T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:20:14.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow pictures and a pink volcano....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R6OU1HuWZeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0XYCGAnfUMU/s1600-h/101_3146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162133238224152034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R6OU1HuWZeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0XYCGAnfUMU/s320/101_3146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got some snow on my lense. You can see it in the picture of J. Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R6OUKXuWZdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G2J044gOwQU/s1600-h/101_3132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162132503784744402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R6OUKXuWZdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G2J044gOwQU/s320/101_3132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                              &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47ad9bced4080565" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47ad9bced4080565%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938133%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D176EBB76A8EBC65579AE55E9B1B0F83B2C1F3F46.56939463149062BBBF56E551F6A804C7611AACE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47ad9bced4080565%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkhVx6PciTM0JXpImy_d-yAD0y0s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47ad9bced4080565%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329938133%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D176EBB76A8EBC65579AE55E9B1B0F83B2C1F3F46.56939463149062BBBF56E551F6A804C7611AACE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47ad9bced4080565%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkhVx6PciTM0JXpImy_d-yAD0y0s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know the video is boring but I wanted to know if I could get it to work. We did this today. Beanie was VERY excited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4412427367761264901?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=47ad9bced4080565&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4412427367761264901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4412427367761264901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4412427367761264901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4412427367761264901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-pictures-volcano.html' title='Snow pictures and a pink volcano....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R6OU1HuWZeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0XYCGAnfUMU/s72-c/101_3146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4961966223995610747</id><published>2008-01-31T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:37:09.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, sewage, and fly pockets</title><content type='html'>Today  snow fell down in big beautiful flakes. This afternoon we kids went outside and played in it. I got a few pics of the littles which you see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Ha! My sewage paper is mostly done. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I wrote the body of my paper today. I have yet to write an itroductory and concluding paragraph and I need to put my bibliography on the computer but the hard part is done. Joy and exstacy. After everything is put on the computer my mom will help me with the ginormous task of editing. How is it that words sound correct in my mind but no one elses? Alas, maybe one day I shall learn how to express myself in an informative paper to the understanding of others without having to write the paper twice. Mind you, I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; have to basically rewrite the whole paper to edit it fully. ;) Oh yeah, after all that work today I found out that our deadline was pushed out a week! Snapdragons. Oh well. At least mine is almost done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beanie came to mom today saying "pocket" with her hand down her unzipped jean fly. Mom proceeded to tell her that wasn't a pocket but she insisted and thus pulled out a stick that was as long as her little leg from her fly "pocket"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows bookday was canceled. I am disapointed but at the same time I am glad I have a day to finnish the paper. I was stressing cause today was the only day to get it done. Then, of course,I heard of the deadline change. Saturday I am going to a prom fair. I think it is like a bridal fair but I have never been to one (prom) so I don't know. I am going with Heath and her mom. Then that night is youth fellowship at the Noom's. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was coop sign ups. My modesty class is full. I have 10 students. Week one is next week and I still haven't looked at the curriculum. I might ought to get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying for the ACT. I feel sickish. But I am going to pretend this is a $29 practice test. :-()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spell check isn't working. That is no good. Pictures anyone? Ok neither is my picture uploader thing. No pictures right now. Snapdragons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olivewa!&lt;br /&gt;Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I know that is spelled wrong. I did it on purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4961966223995610747?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4961966223995610747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4961966223995610747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4961966223995610747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4961966223995610747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-sewage-and-fly-pockets.html' title='Snow, sewage, and fly pockets'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6451846964133368861</id><published>2008-01-26T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:25:05.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoudl I even use this thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R5vpyHuWZcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/meY12PkxfV8/s1600-h/101_3089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159974845359220162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R5vpyHuWZcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/meY12PkxfV8/s320/101_3089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;The other day we looked around and didn't know where J. Alan went. We began our search and Wounded Soldier found him in the bathroom on the potty asleep. Yes ladies and gents, my little brother fell asleep on the potty. Poor thing didn't get the nap he should have and was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;p.s. I just spell checked this thing and guess what.. I didn't have any misspelled words. Wow. I just had to look one up though. Misspell. But it turns out I spelled it right! &lt;/span&gt;&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/8067587071971628424-6451846964133368861?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6451846964133368861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6451846964133368861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6451846964133368861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6451846964133368861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/shoudl-i-even-use-this-thing.html' title='Shoudl I even use this thing?'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R5vpyHuWZcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/meY12PkxfV8/s72-c/101_3089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8786819307964036840</id><published>2008-01-25T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:46:43.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am 83% dixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Did you know that liquid cascade and scotch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brite&lt;/span&gt; scrubbers are quite effective in getting hot pink fingernail polish off bathroom floor tiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the magic eraser and the scotch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brite&lt;/span&gt; scrubber both will take off all the wall paint around a patch of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;polnialish&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you can use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OPI&lt;/span&gt; fingernail polish to paint metal effectively?&lt;br /&gt;It is quite durable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Onix&lt;/span&gt; professional fingernail polish remover does not take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;polnailish&lt;/span&gt; off of fingernails or the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn all this and more when you get up in the morning and accidentally drop and break a bottle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OPI&lt;/span&gt; fingernail polish all over your bathroom floor! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-8786819307964036840?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8786819307964036840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8786819307964036840&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8786819307964036840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8786819307964036840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-83-dixie.html' title='I am 83% dixie'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8956932019175902375</id><published>2008-01-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:52:41.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lana brought Tony to class today so I was able to give her the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I talked about in person. It was a welcome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We were '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to have reviewed in class today but instead with had children who melted pennies. I say a waste of money! One cent is yet one cent. While the fire entertained some, I listened to Mr. Herb tell stories. Good stories they were too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our assignment, write a research paper on water, the sewage system, or soap. It was to be done in a week but I begged and it was extended to two. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thankyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Herb! Mom was shocked when I told her he had wanted it in a week. For all you college students that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; would have been no big deal but for the rest of us it would have been be a tremendous feat to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt;. Especially since none of us are familiar at all with any of things that we must write about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have an extra at our house. He came home with us yesterday after church and is to be one of us till tomorrow morning. He is not used to being in a house where you must be in the least bit quiet. If one has ever been to my house you know that we don't live in a quiet home. He is a good kid just not used to having to play with others who are younger than he is. Oh and he doesn't like our food. He went four meals without eating. (When asked he said he would eat the food and doesn't complain.) He threw up the oatmeal this morning. It was just a gag reflex. Poor thing I can't say that I blame him. Oatmeal is horrid! I am not sure that my kids will eat it much of it. That is, of course, subject to change as I age and experience how economical it may be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am to be an English tutor in a few weeks. Have I ever mentioned that English is not my strong point. I actually don't have a strong point in my studies. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; right now it could be Chemistry. I have always loved science. Well not earth science or light. I have yet to truly understand light and earth science is boring. Who wants to learn about the different kinds of dirt? I know it is helpful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;apologetically&lt;/span&gt; but it doesn't make me think much more interesting. Enough rambling. English isn't usually my thing but I can label the different components of a sentence and that is all I am being called to teach as of right now. After that I will learn with my students. It won't hurt me and I am fully capable of doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please pray for my dad's job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh yeah I have a humorous video at the bottom of my blog now.  The lady in it is the one who wrote our Children's Easter drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-8956932019175902375?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8956932019175902375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8956932019175902375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8956932019175902375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8956932019175902375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6203244432246451092</id><published>2008-01-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:26:06.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquer the equasion I must....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So mom's pulling Nopee's loose tooth and she (Nope) is coming apart, screamin' bloody murder. It was as if she was in labor (and doing a bad job by the way). I had a hold of her hand while mom wiggled and twisted the tooth. She isn't so great at following directions and with her free hand, after being commanded not to, she pulls moms hand down and out comes the tooth. Now Nopee is the "toothless wonder".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R5AUr8C3f0I/AAAAAAAAADk/k-U1W9eeoUI/s1600-h/101_3087.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156644318424301378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R5AUr8C3f0I/AAAAAAAAADk/k-U1W9eeoUI/s320/101_3087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a balance equasion that I just can't seem to conquer. Maybe it is too late at night or I am just out of practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tommorrow night we are having a children's church meeting at our house. I am in charge of music. I want to add some songs but I am no good at introducing them. I guess I'll figure it out. I had to get new music cuase the stuff we had was.... bluck. I have issues with people making children into mini adults. They need to be kids. They need to learn things in their songs. Their songs need to teach them about who God is and what he has done. Call me psyco conservative but I like Bible story songs for children. I don't think that there should be such a thing as Childrens church. I think that kids should go to church with mom and dad. But dad is head of puppet ministry and puppets do childrens church. He and two of my siblings are involved and then I was asked to sub for a week and have basically been given the music leader position if I am willing to take it.(Basically, I got completmented on how well I did and was asked to come back. I was so unprepared!) I dislike the way things are run right now (my dad does too). There hasn't been enough supervision and chaos has reigned. Dad is in charge of puppets as I have said and he can't be everywhere at once. We have some help but it is young and needs some direction. Dad is now in charge so we intend to change some things. I think I am going to start using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://songsforsaplings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Songs for Saplings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;music and some Bible action songs (Father Abraham,River of Life, My Jesus is a river of love, etc). I came in the first week with the Bible action songs. Kids participated and payed attention. Most of the kids know me and know that with me you obey or you get in trouble so it shouldn't be long before we have little to no talking when a leader is talking. If you have any ideas at all please tell me. Lana you work with kids at the river walk. Suggestions? I have found that the kids really need to know what they are saying or they get bored. They also have to have some interaction durring the music hence the Bible songs. Last week I introduced the sword drill and this next week we are going to talk about one of our songs ( It is based on Micah6:8). We'll see what happens. I would like to be able to correlate music with lesson. I have ideas.... but I need more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually didn't intend to write so much about that. I must finnish my chemistry. I will have almost no time to do school tomorrow. Ick. I actually want to do school. (gasp) Actually I just want to graduate and if I do no school I can't do that. I will admit that school is interesting. It is the tests and such that I dread. Grades, oh, grades! Enough drama for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p.s. At the bottom of the page there is a very funny vid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6203244432246451092?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6203244432246451092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6203244432246451092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6203244432246451092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6203244432246451092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/conquer-equasion-i-must.html' title='Conquer the equasion I must....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R5AUr8C3f0I/AAAAAAAAADk/k-U1W9eeoUI/s72-c/101_3087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3825818727025342046</id><published>2008-01-14T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:55:45.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a hybrid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Chemistry today I found out that I am a chapter behind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;' get the memo that we were to be going into chapter 9 this week and were to have done chapter8 last. Good thing is Mr. H lectured us basically all of chapter 8 in class and it wasn't difficult. Phew! I started the chapter this afternoon and skipped the first section and did the problems with ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I asked Mr. H about our projects and he said that we could do them with our table! Yeah-ha a group project. It means less work per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt;. My arms flung up in a cheerleader V and my voice rang out " I love you!" when he told us. We also have a paper on water to start next week. He isn't regulating when we start that but I intend (intend being the key word) to start that early and get it done in a timely manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday at church I heard a fact that I think is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comical&lt;/span&gt;. Our youth pastor's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty that is about J. Alan's age calls me his mommy. Her mom has tried to explain it but the dear child doesn't get it. She thinks that I am his mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hybrid- the offspring of two animals or plants of different species or varieties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you see the word hybrid, if you are a guy, your mind jumps first to cars and as a girl I think of plants but did you know that word can also be used in reference to animals? It is one of my spelling words this week and when I read the definition it sorta weirded me out. "What kind of dog do you have?" 'It's a hybrid.' How weird of an answer would that be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meaggy's&lt;/span&gt; blog to let Beans watch a video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~J. Alan's Mommy ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-3825818727025342046?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3825818727025342046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3825818727025342046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3825818727025342046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3825818727025342046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-hybrid.html' title='It&apos;s a hybrid.'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6792004184298433828</id><published>2008-01-12T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T08:33:02.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; peoples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; b-day party for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Britter&lt;/span&gt;. She was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;. We sat at the coffee shop till about 11:15 last night. The moms showed up around 10 and then proceeded to sit down and talk to CK about college and babies. Fun, fun! I didn't want to leave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Muy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt; fun. (I have no clue how to to use that Spanish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night Beans didn't sleep to well. She kept waking up. The first time I was still awake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to put her in bed with me til she calmed down then I put her back. The second time I was in a really good dream and she woke me up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;. I got up to check to see if she had her sassy. (She just walked in here to me with a whole apple. Nice) She was fine but I couldn't make her happy and I was too sleepy to let her sleep with me (I'd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sqush'er&lt;/span&gt;). Daddy took pity on the poor child, I was gonna make her stay in her bed and cry herself to sleep, and got her up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I worked much of the day. I earned a fair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of money and it was easy so, hey. I will tell anyone who was thinking about cleaning houses is monotonous. It bores me like crazy. At least kids change. But it is a job that I otherwise wouldn't have and I am NOT complaining. I like that income &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I tell you that my camera now works &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; I ordered a battery charger? Yes I did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; who knows what happened to mine. Oh well I am only out ten bucks with shipping so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the ballgame Monday. We WON! Yes, ladies and gents, all three of our teams won! Sorry FAITH. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; not really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt;...yeah. I didn't get any good pictures. I had Beanie most of the time. She sat and listened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Britter's&lt;/span&gt; mp3 for a while and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; the last 5 minutes, played with an L batman (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; again Lana :smooch:). Good Night she was busy. She almost baptised the man in front of us and almost fell down the bleachers once. She'd crawl into my lap and then move out and try to go here and there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; Beans! She was clingy that night (sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;oximoronish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;) . She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;' really want anyone other than me to hold her. Weird this is for our social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;flutterby&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't even like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lukey&lt;/span&gt;! Her man! What has gotten into that girl? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This is the end of my song..... " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; don't know that song. This is the end of my post. Bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6792004184298433828?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6792004184298433828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6792004184298433828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6792004184298433828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6792004184298433828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7364188534277107339</id><published>2008-01-10T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:50:58.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britter Bear'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy brithday to Britter Bear even thought she doesn't read this.... often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;:smooch: Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;p.s I do intent to post a "real" post soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7364188534277107339?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7364188534277107339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7364188534277107339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7364188534277107339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7364188534277107339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2214933073149296139</id><published>2008-01-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:27:10.236-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou~La~Belle'/><title type='text'>Birthday Beanie!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a horrible day. I had an attitude that vacuumed the whole day but didn't realize it was so bad 'til that evening. I hate crappy attitudes. So why is it that I allow myself to be subject to them? War with the flesh. Come now Lady do what is right.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm trying&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Or so I think. If I would just take my eyes off myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had two extras. Kelley had been with us all day and another little girl came for the afternoon. Can you say chaotic? Beanie's birthday dinner was last night so Grandpa came to town. That means that the dog came. Kelly is terrified of animals as evident by the look of fright that shrouded her little face. So the key was to keep Kelly and the dog away from each other. Ya have to know that the dog is a shi tzue. It wouldn't hurt anyone and isn't interested in Kelley at all. Well the dog got out of it's encampment and came into the room where Kelley was. She started to freak out and I became frankensitter. "Kelly! I know you are afraid of that dog but you need to stop the right now. That dog is not going to hurt you. It wants nothing to do with you. You need to settle down. Do you understand me?" Insert sending a child to take care of the dog. " Kelly it is Ok. I will get rid of the dog. You don't have to like it you just can't pitch a fit and come apart. It's all right baby." Kelly was not afraid of that dog at the end of the day. She even called it so she could pet it. She was a little timid and I was willing that we should keep her entirely separated from that dog but she &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;was not&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; going to come apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that my gun is really wood and it was only in two pieces and not three and it is a Remington. And it is way pretty cause I looked at it again this morning. Dad took it to grandpa's to put it together. Dad wasn't sure how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Britter's for our annual Christmas get together. I know, I know it is the new year but we couldn't get together before Christmas so we had to make due with after. I got a cute skirt, Jane Austen's novels in one volume and some other stuff. Bother girls loved the presents I got for them. Brit got a candle and LLB got three decks of cards (she collects them). I lost track of time and got home late. For some reason that only happens at their house. I hate being irresponsible. It means I get in trouble. Thank goodness my mom is gracious and merciful and wondermous and it wasn't much trouble. Thanks mommy. You don't know how much I appreciate it. While I was there I finished knitting the shrug that I started yesterday afternoon. I have to sew the sleeves and then it will be done. I am anxious to wear it. I am not sure what I will wear it with first. I do know that I have to wait till spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to Beanie's birthday. She loved opening her presents (she liked the presents too). I wish ya'll coulda seen her face. My camera was dead so I didn't get any pictures. Mommy made her a cake. It was chocolate with cocolate and pink icing. Yummers. And, as she doesn't have a favorite dinner yet,we made spehgetti. Good night that baby is cute, wrotten too but, mostly cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go for my time is up. The clock is about to strike 8:40 and if I am not off of the computer I will be bannished from it's prsence!   Night Ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2214933073149296139?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2214933073149296139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2214933073149296139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2214933073149296139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2214933073149296139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-beanie.html' title='Birthday Beanie!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6021923898138363577</id><published>2008-01-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:58:21.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good and the bad... but the bad first</title><content type='html'>My New Year's ever was fantastical! But as the title states there is bad news on this the first day of the new year. I like to have the bad news told to me first so that is how I will tell ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beans Louise is sick. The poor thing was trowing up this morning. She has a high feber and has been sluggish all day. She didn't get up till about 2? This is, of course, what I have been told considering I didn't get home till 3:30. Beanie doesn't feel well as is evident by her blue/back eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to good new. Last night I went to the Family of 9+2's house. O MY GOODNESS! It has been a while since I have had so much fun! We had THE best time. I tagged along with some friends and ended up being a (good) surprise for the hosts. (I thought my ride said that I was coming. Oops!) People talked for a while then we played catch-phrase, Mad Gab, and Four-On-A-Couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at the afore mentioned home my family had guests at our house. I hear they had fun and no trips to the emergency room so I think it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my party, I went home with my ride. We stayed up talking till 4:30ish. Twas a bit late I admit but.... Hanny went to sleep around 2:45 but Mary wasn't done chatting till later. I awoke fairly early this morning at a 9:3o. I then proceeded to roll over and tell my self that it was too early to arise after being up so...early. At 10:15 I could no long bear lying in bed so I got up and turned on the light and said " ok. It is 10:14 and I must get up my body won't let me sleep anymore!" We talked for 15 minutes before we actually got dressed and went up stairs.&lt;br /&gt;The Rose parade was on but I didn't avidly watch it. Mary and I were looking up new production to put on instead. Then we watched a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:30 dad came and picked me up. We went to Lowes in hopes of finding a dishwasher. Oh Yeah, that is more bad news, our dishwasher doesn't work. Then we went to the other Lowes but twas of no profit. After that we were off to Walmart where we got a cable to hook up the Internet to my Lappy. Yeah now my lappy has Internet and we are at this very moment putting virus protection on it. Then we went to Best Buy in hopes of finding a USB hub. We found one but it was more expensive than it needed to be so we decided against buying it. You see my dears, it wasn't the "Best Buy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on the topic of my lappy. We bought a external hard drive for it b/c it is ancient and holds very little. Soon I will have that hooked up and will be able to put pictures on that and have room to edit them! O Happy day. Look I can make a train with my words.. Going from one Christmas present to another. My family went to a friend's house on Sunday and I was able to get a gun case. Now I can put my gun together! Yeah! I need to shoot it so that I my adrenaline won't spike so badly. When my adrenaline goes up then I begin to shake. Not so good when one holds a gun. They still scare me a bit. The noise is what gets me. I can never brace myself for the sound. Oh well I'll learn. I also need to shoot it so that can hit a stationary target. It would help if I had some arm strength. This is what big cans of tomato soup are for; work outs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is making fish sticks and onion rings for the kids for dinner. It smells... interesting. I have very recently gotten fairly sensitive to smells. They are bothering me more than they used to. It isn't to the point of nauseousness but I am noticing them. Who know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now declare that this post is long enough. Love to all and too all a wonderful God centered new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6021923898138363577?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6021923898138363577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6021923898138363577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6021923898138363577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6021923898138363577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-and-bad-but-bad-first.html' title='The good and the bad... but the bad first'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4269559758893765673</id><published>2007-12-29T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:30:43.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How! (now you answer with Ugg!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R3bmmsC3fzI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0S6ss584ww/s1600-h/100_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R3bmmsC3fzI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0S6ss584ww/s320/100_1320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149556776277344050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The MOM&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! Now I have a dog story. Mine is tragic I will warn you. My beagle-doschund mix had puppies on Christmas Eve, seven to be exact. As usual two puppies died pretty quickly but that is normal in a big litter. The runts often die. Emy, I know it is sad. But since Monday we have had 6 die. Dad expects the last on to die tomorrow. I am not sure why they are all dieing. We think it is b/c Violet(their mom) has laid on them. It is winter so we put a blanket in the dog house and puppies get under the blanket and Vi doesn't know they are there and it is all over bad. She usually doesn't lie on this many tho. Maybe something else was wrong with the pups. Yes, Emy, I really am sad. Wow this is actualy a short post. It may grow in length as the night tarries on but for now this is the end. :SMOOCH:Lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4269559758893765673?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4269559758893765673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4269559758893765673&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4269559758893765673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4269559758893765673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-now-you-answer-with-ugg.html' title='How! (now you answer with Ugg!)'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R3bmmsC3fzI/AAAAAAAAADc/d0S6ss584ww/s72-c/100_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3018682060707373992</id><published>2007-12-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T17:31:31.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gun'/><title type='text'>Christmas time is here...er...was</title><content type='html'>Hi ya'll I hope you have had a wondermous Christmas I most certainly did. Let me seee. The presents that I presented to my siblings were all happily recieved.  All but Nopee that is. She has issues with thankfulness.  J. Alan loved his puzzle but I think even more he loved Beanie's book. She did as well. I wish I had caught her face with my camera.  But right now I have no clue where the charger for it is. Snap dragons! Continuing onward into my post...I do believe that every household should have a child of about two or three with them on Christmas day. I have never before seen such delighted faces. Beans Louise is very expressive. She makes the funniest noises and faces. Mom liked the shirt I got for her and Katy's present was a hit as well.  Wounded Soldier loved his present. I got him Risk for the computer. Now, to his delight as well as our own. he needs no one to play the game with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the day after Christmas and so I will list everything(ok just some of the things) that I recieved. I didn't know what to ask for so people were pretty much on their own as far as what to get me. I got two song books. One is some pretty renditions of hyms the other is from Amazing Grace the movie.  It has a bunch of songs that were inspired by (?) the move. It isn't a score book though. I recieved a string of realy pearls. They are beautimous. A Jon Deer hat. I wore that all day yesterday. I have a shot gun in a box. Yes my dear friends, I now have my very own shot gun. It isn't put together but she is pretty in the box. Wood stock and everything. ;l  My grandpa gave me his old lappy. It is old but it works and I have some photo softwere as well as some good Bible softwere already on it. Woo hoo! I am liking having it. I did my spelling on it this morning. ;-D  Last but not least after everything was opened mom came out with money. Each of us kids got $100 in ones. We are to use it on whatever we wish. I think I may tithe and then put it all in savings.  I have spent so much money this Christmas season! Eeek! It was worth it though. Every one liked what they got from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast before presents Daddy read the Christmas story from Luke and then about the wisemen in Matthew.  This year we ate cold cereal. I love cold cereal. Frosted shredded wheat is the best. Yumm-o. I think this Christmas went very well. No one is on a let down b/c their attitude was wrong. And I don't think we went too overboard with presents. ;L not too bad any way. God is good. I had my family with me. Grandpa was in from Podunk. The only downside is that my other grandparents didn't come over to watch us open presents like they usually do. :-( We went to their house for dinner after our Christmas frenzie and spent the whole afternoon there. I had a nap that afternoon. That was GREAT! Hmmm. Oh! And the kids got a teeter totter. It is a major teeter-totter. Twas big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is all over and I am not on some low. I am just as happy, no happier, now than before. What a joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot. My bell choir rang in the Christmas Eve service. They did a wonderful job.  We rang "Little Drummer Boy" they ring it throught twice. The first time was reallly good for them but by the second time around they were at "Oh LOOK! There are people out there!" (Our church was packed. It was a little less than usually but, still VERY full)  So they sorta forgot to look at me and it got a little rough but over all it went very well. I am proud of them. Ok I think I am done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-3018682060707373992?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3018682060707373992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3018682060707373992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3018682060707373992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3018682060707373992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-time-is-hereerwas.html' title='Christmas time is here...er...was'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6558465159158267298</id><published>2007-12-22T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:50:25.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Presents</title><content type='html'>Dad, Beanie and I went shopping this morning. I got another peice to add to mom's present and some stuff for the child whose name I drew. That person was revealed to me this morning. We lost the original list so we had to go by what Katy had figured which was, at least in part, incorrect. She thought she had figured my person but nOo. That threw the whole thing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SDC on Thursday and had a wonderful time. The bitties were pretty good but, they sure were ready to go home when we finally did leave. Nope was our only whiner. We went shopping before we went to the park. I got a birthday present for a freind and a Christmas present for a family member at GAP. We looked for bitty shoes at the 3 childrens clothing stores but twas of no avail. None had any for us.&lt;br /&gt;At SDC we watched their version of Dickens ACC. Tis funny. This year they had the much needed change of music for the big Christmas tree to "dance" to. Beanie loved all the lights and she danced to the music throughout the park. She wanted to ride the frogs but when I set her in the seat (after waiting a fair peice with her all excited) she came apart. No froggy, No froggy, NOOOO! So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was exciting-ish. Dad VERY tired. We turned on the music and used every other device possible to keep him awake. He hit his face, splashed water on it and his head, then in a finaly attempt danced to Adam Steffy. The latter was quite funny to watch. After a while we stopped and dad got out walked around, ate hot food. I stayed in the car with the sleeping children and was soon pretty much asleep myself. I was of no use the rest of the trip home. My eyes were mad a me for forcing them to stay open for so long so I gave in and let them have their way. We arrived home all in once peice without any intersting manuvers done by the driver that I know of. Did I mention that this was all in fog? The fog was thick and only in patches. We would have to slow down to get through the fog and then come up to speed only to be met by another patch. Daddy's poor eyes were sick of straining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are off to Grandpa's. We are staying the night and going to church with him tomorrow. I am excited. There are some people there I haven't see since last time I was there in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6558465159158267298?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6558465159158267298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6558465159158267298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6558465159158267298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6558465159158267298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-presents.html' title='Christmas Presents'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5287543324735696179</id><published>2007-12-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:43:04.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awana'/><title type='text'>Blow ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R2h1rsC3fyI/AAAAAAAAADU/iI_PZM3GQ7c/s1600-h/101_2938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R2h1rsC3fyI/AAAAAAAAADU/iI_PZM3GQ7c/s320/101_2938.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145491967688802082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Beanie had a come apart for hmmm, 10-15 minutes. She wanted to go outside with dad and J. Alan. They were blowin' up the blow ups. Thing is, she's scared of the blow ups. Plus it is chilly outside. Beans Louise didn't care.  She still wanted to go outside. So she cried and cried and screamed and screamed and called for dad and screamed and cried for a good long time. Finally I was done and, not gently as I should have, stuck her in bed!  No more screamin'.  When I came to get her the noise had gone down a few decibels and understood no more fit pitchin. Good Night that child!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Tomorrow we (2G and I) have a recital. I found out about it yesterday. After that I am going to my cleaning job then off to church to see my Awana kids. It has been two weeks since I have been there.  I am ready to go back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is watching the old cartoon Grinch this evening while mom is at a Sunday School party. Ooo "the" song is on. I can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan't ya'll to read Ephesians 4:29-32 AND 5:1-13. Then comment me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5287543324735696179?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5287543324735696179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5287543324735696179&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5287543324735696179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5287543324735696179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/blow-ups.html' title='Blow ups'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R2h1rsC3fyI/AAAAAAAAADU/iI_PZM3GQ7c/s72-c/101_2938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6269211183827884146</id><published>2007-12-16T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T12:35:15.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans.'/><title type='text'>Romans 3:24</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;..being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus... Romans 3:24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first to chapters of Romans the Apostle Paul has laid the foundation to understanding the hope of the Gospel. He has driven home One: every man stands guilty before God with out any hope of gaining goodness and two God demands perfect righteousness from man in order for there to be fellowship between the two. If this is where Paul stopped man would be hopeless. He would be guilty with no hope of clearing his name therefore unable to fellowship with his Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In verses 21-23 the hope is being revealed to us. First, the righteousness of God is made manifest in Christ. Second, that righteousness is given to all who have faith in Christ. Third, again it is iterated "all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" we are in a hopeless position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four key words in verse four that should be examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Justified&lt;/em&gt; - God has declared innocent/just those who have faith in His son Jesus Christ. He has not only forgiven, which is good and what we need, but has also declared righteous/ good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we have no righteousness of our own. Never have never will but most often we believe in our "I'm a good person" religion. Think of it this way. I come up to you and ask you how I like my new coat. Truth is I don't have a coat on. You might smile and back away slowly thinking "you've lost your mind" maybe you'll say some polite lie about how much you like it. When we confess our self righteousness it as if we are going to God and saying "Do you like my new coat (righteousness)" and God isn't polite about it He comes right out and says " You don't have one. There is no coat on you body. I can't see any." It isn't there. You see there is no way that we can make our own coat. There is no way that we can come to God via our own works. (Romans 3:20) We are guilty before a holy God and there is NO GOOD IN US. (Romans3:10) But God can give us a coat. When we come to Him broken and understanding our sinfulness and our need for a savior God says " Look I have a coat for you. It is My son's. Take it and put it on by faith" When we do put it on God justifies us. He sees, not our sin, but rather the righteousness of Christ. He imputes to us the righteousness of His son and decrees us innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freely&lt;/em&gt;- a gift, without cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been justified freely. It is a gift. God gives us that coat. When some one hands you a present in a sincerity do you smile and nod with your hands behind you back while you slowly walk a way? I know you talk of how nice the giver was in thinking of you and speak of how beautiful the presents wrapping is or, if you know what the present is, you speak of it's beauty right? What kind of psycho does that? No we reach out and grab the present and thank the giver. We don't just stand there. Nor do we try to give a twenty to the person who is trying to give the gift. To do so is to insult the giver! God has offered the present of His son. He doesn't want you to extol on the beauty of the idea of a savior, for you to tell Him that you believe that everyone should be saved, or that you go to church and believe Jesus. He wants you to take the gift. You also can't try to exchange works for the gift. You can't put so many hours of ministry into a box and try to swap presents with God. We have nothing to offer Him. Remember we need His coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace&lt;/em&gt;- God lavishes His blessings on those who don't deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God's Grace is sovereign. He chooses whom He wills to draw and save and so pour out His grace upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) His grace is unconditional. We can't attract God's attention to ourselves or make Him want to bless us. We don't deserve it. It's in the definition. The angels cannot understand the mystery of God's grace. They do not know why God would place such favor on sinful man. Angels understand hell. Were you to ask one about it they would tell you that it was an easy thing to explain. God is holy and just and we are sinners whose sin needs to be punished. God needed someway to punish sin so there is Hell. They just can't understand unconditional Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) God's grace is costly. Salvation is free to us but it cost Heaven's treasure, Christ. Jesus stripped Himself of His glory to live among sinful man and died a death worse than anything that we can fathom for us. The cost was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redemption&lt;/em&gt;- to buy and bring home and embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has bought us with His blood. He forgave us and then instead of leaving us to our own devices took us home and made us His children. Hosea and Gomers story illustrates God's redeeming love. God told Hosea "Get married". Hosea said "ok". God said " I picked a girl out for you. Her name is Gomer" Hosea was skeptical knowing that she wasn't a chaste woman but obeyed and married her. They had three children: Don't think she is mine, Pretty sure she isn't, and Definitely ain't my kid. Gomer ran away and Hosea looked and looked for her then one day in the market place Hosea saw her on the auction block being sold as a slave. She looked hideous. She had lived a hard life and had been with many men as a harlot. But God told Hosea to buy her. The cost was great. Hosea sold everything to get his wife back. God gave up His most precious possession to get us. He gave His son. We looked awful, we smelled, we had been with many other lovers yet God bought us and made us His children. He Redeemed us through Christ.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has justified us freely and lavished His grace upon us. He has bought us out of the gates of Sheol and sets us before His throne. Rather God is willing that the former should be Your story but if you have not come to the understanding that you are a sinner and you have no hope outside of Christ and have therefore bowed before the Creator of the universe and asked for His forgiveness and trusted Christ as your savior then all of this is foolishness to you and you need Jesus. Everything that I said about hell. It's true. All that about being guilty. It's true. You need Jesus to rescue you. Only He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This blog post was based on a sermon my Dale Thompson preached Sunday, December 16,2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6269211183827884146?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6269211183827884146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6269211183827884146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6269211183827884146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6269211183827884146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/romans-324.html' title='Romans 3:24'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-594765013571544442</id><published>2007-12-14T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:49:54.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou~La~Belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my car'/><title type='text'>Lizzy Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R2Nbm8C3fxI/AAAAAAAAADM/FvZpT_iCpY8/s1600-h/101_1654bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R2Nbm8C3fxI/AAAAAAAAADM/FvZpT_iCpY8/s320/101_1654bob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144055923898547986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we took my car to the play. We being mom and I. Well as ya'll know my car is old. A 1978 Ford Futura to be exact. It doesn't start easily. She(the car) needs time to warm up. When we were getting ready to leave mom tried to start the car about half a dozen times and it would keep running. Lou~La~Belle and her guy are cracking up while they are loading the car next to me. (You see being unable to keep the engine going is, apparently, funny.)Finally the car keeps running and we pull out and she dies again. We, the four of us, those inside the car and out, were all laughing so hard. But this story isn't translating to paper, er, blog well. Anyway the car is started and as we head down the road I start jerking all the stuff away from my feet. Mom looked at me like I had gone mad. My feet were getting wet. Yes that is right ladies and gents my car leaks at the passenger side feet. It turns out it doesn't leak that badly and my stuff probably wouldn't have gotten wet but I didn't know that when I was jerking clothes out of the floor! Oh and the windshield wipers are.... they need to be changed and it has an exhaust leak. Tada isn't she a bute! Well once she gets going she does well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went beautifully at the play tonight. Sadness at it being our last performance. Jolene made a beautiful video of the whole thing for Joanna and Joseph. We got presents. A lot of people we knew came. I missed my last carol in an attempt to get the stage set up for the Crachets. I have some funny pictures of Joel and me as Ebenezer and Belle. I hate my bonnet when it is on my head. I think it looks tacky. Did I take it off for any of my pictures? No. So yes I look quite tacky in all of them. I laugh when I see myself on video. I think it is funny when I fake cry! Joanna asked if I cried tonight in my scene cause it sounded like it. That made me feel good cause I can't conjure up tears. Sound effects yes, tears, no. I added lines last night and again tonight and they worked great. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Meaggy T for your work to my blog. I love it. :smooch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go say something nice to Emy cause she was crying when I left her tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray. My bell choir is practicing for the first time in two weeks tomorrow. We have two practices till Christmas Eve service!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-594765013571544442?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/594765013571544442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=594765013571544442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/594765013571544442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/594765013571544442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/lizzy-bob.html' title='Lizzy Bob'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/R2Nbm8C3fxI/AAAAAAAAADM/FvZpT_iCpY8/s72-c/101_1654bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4046008734727283080</id><published>2007-12-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:56:43.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACC'/><title type='text'>I'm here!</title><content type='html'>I figure ya'll deserve a real post considering the last one I wrote was accidentally deleted. ;f I know tis a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Lady Lana three of her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO that makes a lot of sense. As I was called to join my family, I was unable to finish this post on the day that I started it. Now then,.. Lana and her bros did come on Sunday night to ACC. The dear girl stayed and told us a story. Twas delightful. Mr.M told her to move up stairs so that her followers would change into civilian clothes again. Her poor brothers were left to their own devices downstairs. Sorry guys we just don't ge to see her often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to last night! Last night we decorated our Christmas tree. It is beautimous. All we have for ornaments are ones that we have gotten on Christmas's past and some that have been made by various children. Every year on Christmas eve we get jammies and an ornament. I wonder what they look like this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now today's news. This morning we went to the dentist. NO CAVITIES! WOoohooo! Then we were off the the Solid Rock. We saw Joel. He was working. Mom honked at him but it didn't scare him like I hoped. Drat. While we were there we bought a Veggi Tales nativity like the one that the bitties played with at church. They love it but mom and I have just about had enough of Jr Asparagus's "O Little Town of Bethlehem". Some times that song sounds like Beanie cryin' in her bed. This afternoon the monster of J.Alan wouldn't go to bed so in our last attempt to quell his energies I went and laid down by him. It worked but it also sent me in to a delightful, deep slumber. I awoke at four to "Get Beanie". She was awake too apparently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy there are sweet potatoes in the oven as well as acorn squash. Green beans are on the stove to go with our orange food. Breakfast was yummy today b/c mom made Paula Deen's praline french toast casserole. Talk about tasty(not to mention fattening)! Yummers! Mom was on this really cool website last night when she got the casserole recipe. I don't remember the name of it but it had this thing that would automatically change the ingredient amounts according to how many you needed to feed. You just put in the number of servings and it cuts or adds it all up. Nice it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4046008734727283080?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4046008734727283080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4046008734727283080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4046008734727283080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4046008734727283080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4984928322786291079</id><published>2007-12-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:10:56.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACC'/><title type='text'>Wow, tired, excited....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g0uACs89vhE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g0uACs89vhE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8067587071971628424-4984928322786291079?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4984928322786291079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4984928322786291079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4984928322786291079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4984928322786291079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow-tired-excited.html' title='Wow, tired, excited....'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-5833887304229016805</id><published>2007-12-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:08:40.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Washer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth Matters'/><title type='text'>Paul Washer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXcPLnKmBRQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;More controversial stuff. Ya I know I should quite but......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloodtippedears.blogspot.com/2007/11/christ-commands-to-make-disciples-not.html"&gt;http://bloodtippedears.blogspot.com/2007/11/christ-commands-to-make-disciples-not.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I have only watched the first video but we like Word Pictures. The man speaking is from the show.  They(Word Pictures) have some good stuff that even Lana (cuase you like Piper) and Meaggy(cause you like Bro. Dale) won't disagree with.  ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-5833887304229016805?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/5833887304229016805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=5833887304229016805&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5833887304229016805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/5833887304229016805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/12/paul-washer.html' title='Paul Washer'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7752292218319365920</id><published>2007-11-28T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:14:38.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth Matters'/><title type='text'>Worship Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christianworldviewnetwork.com/article.php/2749/Todd_Friel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Jesus Just Wants To Give You A Hug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Wq5c8VDBcJY/R02Zjn4sCYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0hLnkjzZUT0/s1600-h/todd_friel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Over thirty years ago, the great philosopher Paul McCartney asked, “What’s wrong with silly love songs?” Having given this over three decades of serious consideration (OK, at least several months), I have Sir McCartney’s answer.It depends.If you want to fill the world with silly love songs, there’s nothing wrong with that. But if you want to fill the church with them, I say, “Stop it!”Tune into your “get you through your day” Christian music station and you will hear grown men, whining like love sick puppies, “Nothing else can take your place, or feel the warmth of your embrace.” Who are they singing to? The One who holds the universe together by the power of His word, or a chick?Take the QuizHere are six phrases from six contemporary songs. Can you pick which phrases belong to secular songs and which to the sacred?1. All I need to do is just be me, being in love with you.2. My world stops spinning round, without you.3. I never want to leave; I want to stay in your warm embrace.4. I’m lost in love.5. Now and forever, together and all that I feel, here's my love for you.6. You say you love me just as I am.The first three are from a popular Christian band called Big Daddy Weave, the second half are from Air Supply.More and more of our Christian music is sounding one note: Jesus loves you soooooo much. Do I doubt for a second that Jesus loves His children? Nope, but it depends on what your definition of “love” is.God “agape” loves His children. Agape love is not an emotions based, warm and fuzzy kind of love. Agape love is a self sacrificing, “I will help you despite how I feel” love.William Tyndale was the first translator to use the word “love” for agape. Prior to the 16th century, the word “charity” best described agape. Leaving that debate aside, since Tyndale’s time, the English definition for love has expanded. Our modern day use of love ranges from a love for an object to physical love/sex (eros love). I love that new car. I love that girl. I love that God. That God loves me.Not only do we use “love” in romantic ways to sing about God, we have added other romantic phrases to our Christian music repertoire: hold me, embrace me, feel you, need you. This criticism is not new, in fact, it has existed since Godly men began endeavoring to sing anything but the Psalms.John Wesley considered an “amatory phrase” to be language that was more feelings based love than self-sacrificing agape love. John deleted “Jesus, Lover of My Soul” from one of his brother Charles’ collections because it was too romantic sounding.Amatory PhrasingNot only are musicians guilty of writing amatory phrases, but they are singing with amatory phrasing. Christian men sing with such romantic longing and neediness it makes me want to scream, “Man up!”Christian women are singing with such throaty breathiness you would think they had just run from their home to the studio. To whom exactly are they singing? Brad Pitt or the Savior?There are two consequences to this “Jesus is my boyfriend/girlfriend” music. Needy, emotional women continue to need more counseling, self help books and conferences where they can spread their wings and soar. Men simply are not showing up for church. It is my belief they simply can’t stand the mood manipulating worship times designed to help them “feel the Lord’s embrace.”Musical MermaidsWithout theology in music, we are offering fluff that will not comfort when bridges collapse and test reports are negative. Songwriters could provide true hope if they would write about the sovereignty of God rather than crying about “how safe I feel when Jesus is holding me.”Charles Spurgeon had the same criticism of “Hymns for Heart and Voice” published in 1855. He condemned the hymns as being “little better than mermaids, nice to look at but dangerous because they cannot deliver what they promise.”Is there anything wrong with being reminded that our God is our help from ages past? Of course not, the Psalms are loaded with promises of God’s comfort. But unlike the Psalms (and theology based hymns), contemporary music is void of the reason why we should not worry. We do not worry because someone purrs that we shouldn’t fret, but because God is our shelter in the stormy blast and our eternal home. Our comfort comes from knowledge, not caterwauling.If you enjoy a silly love song now and then, knock yourself out. But leave them where they belong, in the world or in the bedroom, not in the church.&lt;br /&gt;Posted by J &amp;amp; J Bible Ministry, Lancaster, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on! The site link is on my side bar. Check it out is has a ton of cool stuff. Sound doctrine is stinkin' awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-7752292218319365920?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7752292218319365920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7752292218319365920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7752292218319365920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7752292218319365920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/worship-music.html' title='Worship Music'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4052096596892725177</id><published>2007-11-26T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:03:13.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nopey'/><title type='text'>Brandon and Nopey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is gonna be short but I wanted to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got onto the topic of Nicole and Brandon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nopey&lt;/span&gt; for some odd reason, will not believe that there is a "Brandon and Nicole". She kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;' "NO. They are not. I won't believe it till she tells me." Mind you that at our house Nicole and Brandon have been a topic of discussion for a while now. She has know for over a month now that they were "gonna get married"(not anytime soon; with officialness comes eventual marriage. Understood. Good). So she doesn't believe me. Well not quite anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you I was gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brief&lt;/span&gt;. Mom didn't think I could. It is only a ONE(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;) paragraph post. Ha-ha-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haaaaa&lt;/span&gt;. I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am done. Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#00cccc;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;color:#00cccc;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4052096596892725177?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4052096596892725177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4052096596892725177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4052096596892725177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4052096596892725177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/brandon-and-nopey.html' title='Brandon and Nopey'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2950930040062252639</id><published>2007-11-18T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:06:04.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACC'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My grandpa sent me quotes for Thomas A. Kempis (&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Imitation&lt;/span&gt; of Chris&lt;/em&gt;t). I thought that I would post some. I have found that they make me feel guilty which, is a good thing. Though, truly, I should live my life above such reproach. This blog post is my "something for the public good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2280.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Never be entirely idle; but either be reading, or writing, or praying or meditating or endeavoring something for the public good.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2555.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Endeavor to be always patient of the faults and imperfections of others for thou has many faults and imperfections of thine own that require forbearance. If thou are not able to make thyself that which thou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wishest&lt;/span&gt;, how canst thou expect to mold another in conformity to thy will?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;(Does anyone else struggle with this one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29532.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The good devout man first makes inner preparation for the actions he has later to perform. His outward actions do not draw him into lust and vice; rather it is he who bends them into the shape of reason and right judgement. Who has a stiffer battle to fight than the man who is striving to conquer himself.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The quotes were found on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tonight is PP. Yeah. Chemistry went well today. I understood it all. That makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Thank you Tony for helping me make a 3D pyramid with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of paper. ;D Can you tell that geometry isn't my thing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so it's just graphing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; making things with my hands. It takes some major brain power for me to graph anything. I don't understand why. It is a picture. You think that drawing basic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;geometric&lt;/span&gt; shapes would be easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Moving on..... I hear that senior Patriots got creamed at the tournament. I don't have particulars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Oh!!!!!! Something very exciting happened on Saturday. Back story coming right up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;There is a lady in my mom's Sunday School class whose husband has had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tumors&lt;/span&gt;. Doctors have gone in and removed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tumors&lt;/span&gt; at various times and b/c of the frequency of removing them, left out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of his scull in order that they could more easily get in just in case they had to remove more. Well this last summer the doctors decided that they would put back into place this man's bone. His body rejected it. Now he is having to have antibiotic and all these special things and his wife (the lady in mom's class) is having to stay home to take care of him. All of these happenings have put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; strain on this family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The lady was telling about her situation in SS one morning and it got the other ladies to thinking upon how they could help her out. They came up with having a garage sale. And that they did last Saturday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; should have seen the amount of stuff went to that garage sale. My house became a drop off point b/c of its location so we saw much of it. We took a full size &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bed full&lt;/span&gt;, a suburban full, and two or three loads in the small-bed truck, of things donated to be in the garage sale and people were dropping stuff off at the site of the sale as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here is the cool part. On Saturday, this one day garage sale made $1,100.01. What makes it awesome is that the ladies had prayed that they would make a $1000! (mom didn't know that 'till afterward) Most of the items were marked at $1. Mom said that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; sold $800 dollars in $1 items. It has to be a God thing that they made so much money. At 2:30 when everything was being packed up people were still trying to look! So God is good all the time and all the time God IS GOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;'K  ya'll that rocks my socks off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2950930040062252639?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2950930040062252639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2950930040062252639&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2950930040062252639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2950930040062252639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-32655285736105422</id><published>2007-11-16T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:28:33.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hannah!!!!!!!!!!!!! I had to work this morning or I would have had this up sooner.   I pray that you would have a WONDERFUL birthday with none &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; much. But just a little would be good I am sure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;*Smooch* Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-32655285736105422?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/32655285736105422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=32655285736105422&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/32655285736105422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/32655285736105422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-hannah-i-had-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8957616041295114021</id><published>2007-11-13T18:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:29:17.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbbottom'/><title type='text'>Star wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; J. Alan asked to listen to Star Wars. I had told him that we would listen to my MP3 player.   He sang right along with the Star Wars theme. Twas so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute!  Besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taggs&lt;/span&gt;, do all 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yos&lt;/span&gt; know SW to the  point of being able to sing it?  I also introduced him to bluegrass. We listened to "Honey in the Rock".  It happens to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comical&lt;/span&gt; song that is partially sung with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zerbert&lt;/span&gt; sound.   He absolutely loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Jelly threw up all night. :(  Sadness.  She was all fun and games this morning so we think she is all better now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yesterday in Chem we all didn't get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;experiment&lt;/span&gt; b/c this machine that we were to use broke.   Hopefully next week.  I almost cried in class b/c Mr. Herb did this skit about the 10 lepers that Jesus healed and the 1 coming back.   I'm not sure why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My brother pulled a tooth that was going to have to be pulled (now he only has 5 that need to be cut out) in order to get $50.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; heard him scream!  Good night the boy has one powerful set of lungs, though I don't believe that anyone can beat Beanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now I am going to venture to show that same brother all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hobbbottom&lt;/span&gt; films. I dearly think that it should invoke great pleasure to his young being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-8957616041295114021?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8957616041295114021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8957616041295114021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8957616041295114021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8957616041295114021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/star-wars_13.html' title='Star wars'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2988449995708346105</id><published>2007-11-13T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:13:49.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2988449995708346105?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2988449995708346105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2988449995708346105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2988449995708346105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2988449995708346105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/star-wars.html' title='Star wars'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-7134270493460601655</id><published>2007-11-11T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T10:21:25.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriot'/><title type='text'>Patriot Basketball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdHHB3pBqI/AAAAAAAAACw/1lMgOBsqGJk/s1600-h/101_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131648486498436770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdHHB3pBqI/AAAAAAAAACw/1lMgOBsqGJk/s320/101_2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdGhh3pBpI/AAAAAAAAACo/_lzVknATZa4/s1600-h/101_2344c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131647842253342354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdGhh3pBpI/AAAAAAAAACo/_lzVknATZa4/s320/101_2344c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdFfR3pBnI/AAAAAAAAACc/D_wS0XAWWb0/s1600-h/101_2341c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131646704087008882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdFfR3pBnI/AAAAAAAAACc/D_wS0XAWWb0/s320/101_2341c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdFIx3pBmI/AAAAAAAAACU/PVN7bWqPj90/s1600-h/101_2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131646317539952226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdFIx3pBmI/AAAAAAAAACU/PVN7bWqPj90/s320/101_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdEqR3pBlI/AAAAAAAAACM/uUALeTrkFXA/s1600-h/101_2310c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131645793553942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdEqR3pBlI/AAAAAAAAACM/uUALeTrkFXA/s200/101_2310c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow they mean small when they say it!&lt;/span&gt;  That last one is itty bitty.  I took a good number of pictures but none of them are really any good.  The first one  on the page cracks me up.  It coulda been so good.  It is clear and bright enough{(mind you the only one that was clear and bright w/o editing softwere) but there is a basketball in the way. Who woulda figured as a basketball would get in the way at a basketball game?  I am sure I never would have. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8067587071971628424-7134270493460601655?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/7134270493460601655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=7134270493460601655&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7134270493460601655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/7134270493460601655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/patriot-basketball.html' title='Patriot Basketball'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RzdHHB3pBqI/AAAAAAAAACw/1lMgOBsqGJk/s72-c/101_2321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1626414426884590553</id><published>2007-11-09T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:36:46.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wretched place would heaven be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What a wretched place would heaven be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(Jonathan Edwards, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gracegems.org/SERMONS2/Edwards_holiness.htm" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The Way of Holiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Nothing impure will ever enter it." Revelation 21:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Everyone hopes for heaven--and if everyone who hoped for heaven actually went there--heaven would be full of murderers, adulterers, swearers, drunkards, and thieves!It would be full of all manner of wickedness and wicked men--those who are no better than wild beasts, howling wolves, and poisonous serpents. Yes, heaven would be full of incarnate devils! What a wretched place would heaven be--if it were so! That pure, undefiled, glorious place--would be turned into a hell. There would be no happiness there for those who are holy--if they were all mixed up together with wicked men and devils! How would one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsanctified&lt;/span&gt; person interrupt their happiness--and fill those regions with the loathsome stench of his sin and filthiness!It is impossible that a God of infinite holiness, who is perfect and hates sin with perfect hatred, who is infinitely lovely and excellent--could embrace in His arms--a filthy, abominable creature, a hideous, detestable monster, more hateful than a toad and more poisonous than a viper! So hateful, base, and abominable--is every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unsanctified&lt;/span&gt; man!What a pitiable, miserable condition are they in--to step out of this world into an uncertain eternity, with an expectation of finding themselves exceedingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happy and&lt;/span&gt; blessed in heaven--and all at once find themselves undeceived--and sinking in the bottomless pit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Are you to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pitied&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1626414426884590553?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1626414426884590553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1626414426884590553&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1626414426884590553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1626414426884590553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-wretched-place-would-heaven-be.html' title='What a wretched place would heaven be!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6359054586313349317</id><published>2007-11-04T10:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:25:30.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. Alan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romans. Lou~La~Belle'/><title type='text'>Hayride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; I had a blast last night. We went out into the middle of nowhere to have a bonfire and a hayride and sing songs and just to be with other Jesus lovers. It was great. We started singing while on the hayride and J. Alan wanted to sing Jesus loves me. So we did and then he wanted to sing Deep and wide and so we did. But then he wanted Jesus love me again and since we are nice peoples we sang it again. It didn't satisfy him though he kept wanting to sing that song. He loves it. He looked up at me with his big excited eyes and whispered "Let's sing all the Jesus songs!". I of course had to check into that with "What Jesus songs?". The reply "Jesus Loves Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazzy. I had met her before but I learned about her by experience yesterday. Talk about more fun than a barrel of monkeys! Lou~La~Belle got to be with her guy. Yeah for them!!!!! I &lt;em&gt;am &lt;/em&gt;being genuine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. David spoke on the faithfulness of God. We did the "God is good" repeat thing with faithfulness and merciful in place of good. God is faithful. The examples of His faithfulness are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that I love the book of Romans? I do. Our pastor is going through Romans on Sunday Mornings. He has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preachin&lt;/span&gt;' some pretty awesome sermons and this morning was no exceptions. It was on Romans 2: 17-29 and self righteousness. Right now we are at the bad news. The bad news of condemnation. We are all sinners. Soon we will come to the beauty of Christ's finished work on the cross (what that means) and b/c of the foundation that is being laid we will hopefully, appreciate it all the more. You have to be lost and know it to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the ginormous gap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6359054586313349317?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6359054586313349317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6359054586313349317&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6359054586313349317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6359054586313349317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/11/hayride.html' title='Hayride!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-9120909306726782703</id><published>2007-10-23T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:24:54.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Has anyone ever had a bitty come up to you with an upturned head, sweet laughing eyes, and a toothy grin just to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eeeww&lt;/span&gt;"?  Beanie did that to me this morning it means "change my britches".  She is so  snap dragons cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I found a new way to warm myself up in the winter time.  I do believe it is the best plan that I have come with yet.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dudududuh&lt;/span&gt;! Stick your head in the dryer! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; before you freak out let me explain. You see upon emptying the dryer hug the clothes while they are yet in the dryer and just lay there for a minute then remove the clothes and ideally proceed to fold them. Mom said I was weird when I told her.  I should have returned the comment with "weird but warm!" But of course I don't every think of  witty (please be generous and allow me the use of the word) remarks when I could use them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Play practice yesterday went well I supposed.  We are up to two nights a week for practice now. When all of our line are learned, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coujgh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ceolough&lt;/span&gt;, then it might go more smoothly.  We sat and watched the movie of last year while scenes of people were having one-on-one time with Joanna and during the middle of the movie I noticed that I had knit five rows with out realizing that I had lost some stitches.  I was interesting to look at. I then proceeded to take it all out and do it again.   Yucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have laundry that needs to be folded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;p.s. What should I write my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CtB&lt;/span&gt; article on? Lana after you read my writing you may say thank youbutdon'tsubmittanythingtouseveragain, so don't expect greatness or anything close to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-9120909306726782703?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/9120909306726782703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=9120909306726782703&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/9120909306726782703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/9120909306726782703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/beanie.html' title='Beanie'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-9154717876239733625</id><published>2007-10-20T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:18:49.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ppe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitties'/><title type='text'>Puple people eater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The song was written and recorded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wooley&lt;/span&gt; in 1958. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9H_cI_WCnE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9H_cI_WCnE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; That's the song on! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; need to teach us computer illiterate people how to do the link like Lana did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; cool the way you did it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last night we went to the two dollar theatre and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;! It was fun. I liked it but it stressed me out. I know, I know how can a movie about a little furry creature that talks and cooks stress you out? Well he kept doing stupid things, he paid for it but, he kept on doing it and I new that disaster was gonna strike and the consequences must be reaped. So it stressed me out. Some "I love Lucy" episodes do it to me too&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Over all the movie was cute. By the end I and I think the rest of my family was ready to have the plot resolved. It seemed a little too drawn out. Maybe I was just tired. The was quite a bit of wine drinking in the movie and the main human character does get drunk. He claims he doesn't drink much but the boss makes him drunk to try to find out about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Remi&lt;/span&gt; (the rat). It is Paris and Paris is a city of love so quite a few cartoon kisses are seen. Only one of those kisses is drawn out. There is also an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;illegitimate&lt;/span&gt; child in the movie but most kids don't understand it. They never say it in so many words. The man says he didn't know about the boy and we all asked "how didn't you?". As I said there is trouble. A lot of lying that goes on but in the end the consequences are paid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Linguine&lt;/span&gt; lies and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; get closed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Remi's&lt;/span&gt; lie causes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; to be breached. But as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; everything turns out in the end. Over all I would see it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I should have taken a note pad to write things down but I didn't think of it. Jelly fell asleep in my arms and so one of my arms went to sleep with her. The pins and needles didn't poke too hard when it woke up. Josiah loved it and I think Jelly did as well. She kept saying " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;teute&lt;/span&gt; mouse" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom and dad are at various places this morning. Each one has a child with them ; that leaves Jelly and I at home by ourselves. We have been reading books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'll see about posting some pics that I took of Jelly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Siah&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. I have some very cute ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love and keep close to Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-9154717876239733625?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/9154717876239733625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=9154717876239733625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/9154717876239733625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/9154717876239733625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/puple-people-eater.html' title='Puple people eater'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6385830089833453550</id><published>2007-10-18T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:13:26.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Fits and Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/Rxf1cvtHGKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Efnrlw5wshc/s1600-h/100_5680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122832975348045986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/Rxf1cvtHGKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Efnrlw5wshc/s320/100_5680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have you ever watched a 2 year old pitch a fit cause it didn't want to got to bed? It starts with their belly goes out and it snakes up their body till their head pops like a doggie on a dashboard. It is almost as if they are belly dancing, their little feet start moving; tis quite a dance they get going on. Soon it seems that if the child's head bobbles anymore it they'll get whiplash or something. On top of the dance, they are making beautiful music by hollering. They're faces are all red and tears are screamin' down the face. Do you know how hard it is not to laugh at that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*The day that I got a wild hair and thought Man's back would be a great blank canvas.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today Siah came and asked me if he could watch "Ben - Hurb". I told him to ask mom and of course we did watch "Ben- Hurb". "I lovbe 'Ben- Hurb' ish my fabrit!" he told me. He is gonna be 3 on Sunday! No way one of my bitties is gonna be three. :( Tis sad. He is getting so big and verbal. The little talker come up with some of the cutest sentences not that I can remember a good on at the moment. I my Siah that Jesus gave me. I hope that he grows to love Jesus and learns to be a Daniel*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa named his lappy "Baby Brute". His desktop is fittingly, Big Brute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to make some sort of cookie for my Chemistry class? Does any one have any favorites? Dislikes? Or.... should I make some sort of bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love muches ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Daniel in the Bible. As in Daniel in the Lion's den (chapter 6) . Daniel would not bow to the authority of anyone but the Lord God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/8067587071971628424-6385830089833453550?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6385830089833453550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6385830089833453550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6385830089833453550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6385830089833453550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/fits-and-birthdays.html' title='Fits and Birthdays'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/Rxf1cvtHGKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Efnrlw5wshc/s72-c/100_5680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-3483885284520609336</id><published>2007-10-16T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:50:00.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou~La~Belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britter Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACC'/><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Duke and the Great Pie war was the entertainment choice of the day. Can you tell we have children? That and Daniel Boone. "The extras" came today. "The Extras" are two children , very good ones I might add, that we keep on Tuesday while their mom's are in Bible study. As we did last week, we beaded. All the kids seem to love that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today has been a cookingest day. For luch I concocted (this blog post has been interrupted by a family walk) a potato and mixed vegetable dish with cheese sauce and cheese on top. Twas wonderful. The 12x9 Pyrex was empty after lunch and my mid afternoon snack. It never made it into the freightor. Thank you mommy for finishing my sauce! She made it deliciouso. Then after some math I made a upside down apple ginger bread/cake. Tis yummy as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How glad am I that when I needed to go this thing save, without posting, my post as a draft. "I'm lovin' it" to quote McDonald's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Play practice was last night. Twas fun but nothing to write home about. Ummm.... My table didn't get to do our experiment at Chemistry. What is up with that? Really I don't care. I am much more of a lecture girl than actually performing experiments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friday! I had a blast with Britter Bear and Lou~La~Belle at BB's house. The guys were kicked out so that the girls could hang. We took pictures and play the piano a bunch and to wind down we watched "Ever After". BB fell asleep after 5 minutes lying on the pallet. LLB and I stayed up through the whole thing. I think it was around 2ish when we fell asleep. Truth be told, I don't think I would have remembered the movie had it not been one that I had seen many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So after waking at 8:45 the next morning and having wonderful sausage gravy on real bread toast, we all got dolled up with the intention of going to the park for more photo ops, then left the house around 12(?). As it turns out we nixed the picture and just shopped. Goodwill, Jill's, My best friend's closet, NBC, and Payless all were the benefactors of at least a smile and some noise. I found some jeans and a blue dress while we were out. Cool beans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I must mention the food of our girls night/day. Friday night I made this Asian style cabbage dish that was spicy. I, quite frankly, like to feel my mouth after three bites of my food but others I know, don't seem to mind being numb. BB and LLB set their mouths aflame with rooster sauce. BB's stove heats things very quickly. I found out the hard way when I sent many, many little mustard seeds flying through the air like popcorn. Thankfully they are easily clean up. Ms. Mary bought us cappuccino chunky chocolate ice cream and then as soon as we got in the house proceeded to eat it. It is LLB's favorite kind of ice cream. BB made homemade banana ice cream with honey twas wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I think the most fun part of the entire girls weekend was the teasing of Lou~La~Bell and her guy. Yes, I am a mean sister but they just smile at me when I say things to them. BB and I would "mock" them as we followed here and there. "I'll hold your hand!" said BB, and proceeded to hang on her brother..... while we were in Braum's. Ya'll please know that if they truly cared we wouldn't do it. But what else are little sisters for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have you noticed that I rarely compose short posts? I think I am done for tonight. Does all this bore you? What would you have me post about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love in Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-3483885284520609336?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/3483885284520609336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=3483885284520609336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3483885284520609336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/3483885284520609336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-1670708792843523692</id><published>2007-10-13T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:00:23.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel the Road'/><title type='text'>My Heart Cries Out to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I just finished watching a show called "Travel the Road". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traveltheroad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;http://www.traveltheroad.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; These two young men are missionaries traveling to 25 different countries to tell people of Christ. They have a video camera and they document their travels. The men give the history of the country that they are in. If it's Germany then they speak of the holocaust tonight it was China and Beijing, Tianamen Square. Video documentaries can sometimes speak louder than words on a page. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have heard of the horrors of communism but never before have I see such lifelessness. There is a river that separates China from North Korea. These men were at a city in China and were able to look over the river at NK. While China's streets were lit with neon, only one light shone on the banks of North Korea at night. The next day they went out on to the water and what they saw was heart wrenching. China's side of the river was bustling but, in North Korea if you weren't military, you weren't out. One thing that was pointed out was a Ferris wheel on the NK side of the river. B/c of the great oppression there it is interesting that one should even exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To what end is all this jabber of foreign countries? As I watched the show my heart ached. I am reminded of the song "My heart cries out to you". It is hard for me to understand a nation so cold as North Korea till I see it with my eyes. I have seen it, though only on a tv screen, and I am again reminded of how blessed I am and how much I should be proclaiming Christ to the world. I have been placed by God in America where I have the ability to speak freely why don't I do so? Why don't I shout it from the street corners? Is it that I am ashamed of Christ? No. I just must remember to shout when I am awed by my Creator that people my know Him. No more keeping it in.&lt;/span&gt; We should proclaim in the everyday with our hellos and goodbyes not just at church organized events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Repent for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand." and so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jesus preached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I know my Redeemer lives and I will praise Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;p.s. Sorry about the randomness of my sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-1670708792843523692?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/1670708792843523692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=1670708792843523692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1670708792843523692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/1670708792843523692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-finished-watching-show-called.html' title='My Heart Cries Out to You'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-4395291272380080199</id><published>2007-10-11T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T17:36:10.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nopee'/><title type='text'>It's not real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why is it that when you miss in basketball it is called "shooting bricks"? Why in the world? Good night even if I had a gun I wouldn't shoot "bricks"! Today we were in the car (mom,I, and the bitty three) and we were talking about the school bus being yellow. In connection with the yellow thought I made this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confuzling&lt;/span&gt; statement " The golden arches are yellow". Now for those of you who are having trouble with seeing the contradiction; how are &lt;em&gt;golden &lt;/em&gt;arches yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us understand what I meant for you see that the term "golden arches" is just that, a term. But was not the term coined in connection to their color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go party all night at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friend's&lt;/span&gt; house with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bunch&lt;/span&gt; of girls. How fun is that? If you are a guy well sorry. Anyway I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tiirrred&lt;/span&gt; when I get there so if will be all the more fun. Bring on he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loupyness&lt;/span&gt;! If you were to peek in a window, say like an angel and Scrooge, you might see a gaggle of girls behaving like they were six. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hobbbottom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;filmage&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of "Woe-be-gone" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nopee&lt;/span&gt; asked " How can you get it if you don't know what the phone number?". I had been telling her as she asked such questions "Its not real" but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; she doesn't get it, or didn't. Ya know I wonder what would happen if you called the number on the screen. I told if she wanted I could introduce her and get an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;autograph&lt;/span&gt; from one of the stars in the silent one. I think she thought that was cool!&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too mean? What do you say after you have tried to explain "it's not real" a couple of times? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/hobbbottomfilms"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/hobbbottomfilms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Check 'em out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-4395291272380080199?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/4395291272380080199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=4395291272380080199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4395291272380080199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/4395291272380080199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-real.html' title='It&apos;s not real'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6433430859168463576</id><published>2007-10-09T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:36:07.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou~La~Belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACC'/><title type='text'>Chem and GS and ACC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Question. Which blog does one choose to post on when they were last updated on the same day? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Answer. The one that should generate more traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have a lab report to write. Calorimetry is great cause it is just math which means that if you do the measuring correctly you will come out with the correct answer. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; is a definite answer! The down side to that is... How in the world do you write a good conclusion for a lab report with it?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last night began with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;girl scouts&lt;/span&gt; and ended with play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt;. How funny did I feel when I walked through the doors and was asked "Are you Bell?" . At that point in time I didn't want to own up to being her. One should not be called upon to display their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; abilities upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arriving&lt;/span&gt; at practice! It kind of wracks your nerves. You see we were late, in a way. We left GS early to make it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ACC&lt;/span&gt; about an hour late. I keep saying we but one knows who "we" is . Lou~La~Belle and her mom are "we" along with myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; play practice. Um can you sign awkward. Lets just say that we will have to work on not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of each other, rather him being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of me. Ya so moving on. Joel and Hannah sound wonderful when they sing together. Last night they were working on the song for graduation this year. Good Night it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beautimous&lt;/span&gt;! He Knows My Name by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;McRaes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Joel is gonna have to learn to sing the melody by himself but he'll learn. That is why I say sound good instead of sing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Does anyone know of any good ways to earn money? We are talking fundraisers here not pocket cash; that I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;p.s. Sorry Meag I had to change the color. It hurted my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6433430859168463576?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6433430859168463576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6433430859168463576&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6433430859168463576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6433430859168463576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/chem-and-gs-and-acc.html' title='Chem and GS and ACC'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-6084166106303835205</id><published>2007-10-07T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:52:53.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Skirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/inspiration/lifestyle.php?photo=/images/inspiration/lifestyle/lotus_cap1/IMG_8283.jpg"&gt;http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/inspiration/lifestyle.php?photo=/images/inspiration/lifestyle/lotus_cap1/IMG_8283.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mom made us this kind of Skirt yesterday. All four of us girls wore them this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlwxftHGBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3ZkGL7fBkvs/s1600-h/101_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118746447109888018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlwxftHGBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3ZkGL7fBkvs/s320/101_1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlvlftHF_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QfeYNwSlgns/s1600-h/101_1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118745141439830002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlvlftHF_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QfeYNwSlgns/s320/101_1877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlvHvtHF-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2bMvRAZ_xiE/s1600-h/101_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118744630338721762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlvHvtHF-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2bMvRAZ_xiE/s320/101_1881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; This is the first one that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;was made for me. Front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Fun! For real. No joke. I like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-6084166106303835205?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/6084166106303835205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=6084166106303835205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6084166106303835205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/6084166106303835205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/skirts.html' title='Skirts'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xCRE0awbnDE/RwlwxftHGBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3ZkGL7fBkvs/s72-c/101_1888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2474173195069034685</id><published>2007-10-05T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:48:22.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar City 'venture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; peoples! I am again able to enter this blog site. We shall see how long it takes before this one goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;berserk&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yesterday I had an adventure. Yes I did. I and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leinad&lt;/span&gt; and Pi wend to Dollar City with our "Greatest in the Universe Grandparents"! And guess what!?! Lou~La~Belle was there with her "Greatest in the World Grandparents" too as well as her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;. Do you know what that means????? Rides. I actually rode rides. You see my dear friends, I do not generally like rides. They make me feel funny. I see that I need to clarify "rides". By rides I am implying big ones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Roller coasters&lt;/span&gt; and such. Yes well I don't like them, usually. But... I decided to be brave and I put on my cowgirl boots and was. Anxious was I before we boarded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wildfire&lt;/span&gt;. Anxious was I on it and strapped in. Praying was I as we clicked to the top before the plunge. After the first loop I was in fair shape (don't ask LLB anything, she lies). I kinda liked it, kinda sorta in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;afeared&lt;/span&gt; sorta way. No really I did. I only rode it once. Whereas LLB and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beff&lt;/span&gt; rode it over 5, maybe even twice that. I don't remember it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt;. Um after that we, rather they, rode the giant swing. Yes I am a chicken and I am not ashamed. The number of relaxing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;passings&lt;/span&gt; through the air was however many a turn times 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Whippee&lt;/span&gt; fur me! I got wet. After passing through man made water rapids I came to the conclusion that I should do it again for I could not be anymore saturated than I was at that point. I was proved wrong. Happens that I &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;one shoulder dry. Well by the time we ate dinner on the road my shirt was dry. Then we watched a show, which, to some people's dismay, was my favorite part of the day. They took songs from movies that I have seen, had a cutesy storyline, I was able to sit the whole time, really what could be better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I just kept thinking. I get to do that. (read that last sentence in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;singsongy&lt;/span&gt; manner) I get to do that. ( that one too) I am going to like "A Christmas Carol" so long as I don't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;skeered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; late for me. Comment me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;-favor. Bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lady ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;p.s. This thing doesn't have good fonts. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2474173195069034685?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2474173195069034685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2474173195069034685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2474173195069034685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2474173195069034685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/10/dollar-city-venture.html' title='Dollar City &apos;venture'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-8602529801523195993</id><published>2007-09-30T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:47:27.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou~La~Belle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bells'/><title type='text'>Not a whole lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need to post  I have little to say at this moment which is quite strange. I hardly ever run out of words which "need" saying. Friday was presentation night. It went fine. I won't say well but fine. No one threw up so we are good.  The  class along with their teachers felt like idiots on stage.  The teachers felt weird b/c they were so young and the class b/c they were so much older than all the others who "present" things on presentation night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I finished some Chemistry today. There was a problem that just didn't want to come out.  As has become usual, I set up the problem correctly but, didn't have the correct significant figures.  Truth be told I am pretty happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; the hard part is knowing how the problem is to even be done.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; we shall see how well I know my Chemistry.  And that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; very ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last night we were out at Youth night till 10:30ish.   The night had dwindled down and things were going kinda slow in the teen section of the house but I thoroughly enjoyed it.  We played this game called "four on a couch".  I liked it. I think that next time we should play it agian.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;One of my brothers doesn't feel good.  Tis no fun to see him that way.  Hopefully he is his usually self tomorrow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lou~La~Belle is home or should be soon. She went to a GS thing Saturday as her final test to decide whether she get to go to England or not.   She would have a great time if she went.  For her sake I hope she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have thirty minute left till I go back up to church.  Looking over this makes me think that maybe I should post something worth reading sometime.  I'll have to try that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Sunday school was on Job and enduring the trials that come our way.   The one thing that was really stressed this week was that  Job, no matter the circumstance, worshiped the Lord.  He worshiped the Lord and shunned evil. How many of us can say in a real tride and true testing or just something that seems trivial later that we worship the Lord and flee from do what is wrong whether that be accusing Him of wrong or turning to worthless things to make us "feel better"?  Is it not difficult to not fall into a trap of running to things (anything besides our Provider) for comfort when we are down? It is hard to "consider it all joy" in the midst of the trial but that we must do.    In our McDonalds society we have tried to do away with any inconveniece and feeling hurt is an inconveniece.   With that mentality, atop our sin nature, we automaticaly turn to food, or a person, a movie, or events and become gluttons by those things.  When we are tempted to find comfort in our own pitty party or vacuumy attitude, we must remeber that we were created by God to glorify Him and we cannot do that when our eyes are on ourselves.   Remeber Job turned to his creator, though he was in sackcloth and ashes, to worshiped Him.  Do we even stop to think that what we may be going through God is using to draw us, or maybe some one else to Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have to stop and get ready for church.  I'll try to come back to it later cause that "sermon" isn't finish. It needs some Bible verses. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She who is off to teach bell choir departs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-8602529801523195993?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/8602529801523195993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=8602529801523195993&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8602529801523195993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/8602529801523195993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-whole-lot.html' title='Not a whole lot'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-2811590651403588359</id><published>2007-09-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:13:46.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invasion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;     I am taking over this blog! (insert evil laugh) But I have permission. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; take the laugh out) Coley said that I could.  We figured it would get used if I took over.  So this is post is my very first after invading.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;.... I must figure out how to do cool things with blogs cause I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; computer illiterate.    Pictures how bout that for a first post.  And maybe a short bio. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;          My name is Lady.  Everyone know me by that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am old with six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peeples&lt;/span&gt; under me.  I love to sing(though not well), piano,(don't do that well either) and talk(now that I can do). I am heavily involved with my church. I sing in the youth choir, teach 1st-3rd grad bell choir (that was one of my more bright ideas), get drafted into various tasks, and sub in nursery.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; I love my family.  I guess as I write more posts you'll learn more about me. But before I end this bio you must know that I love Jesus. If you don't know Jesus ask me and I will tell you about Him. One day I will post only about how much you need Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;          I just heard something very funny. My little bro Pi is learning how to put his poo in the potty. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; he thinks that every time you poo you have to spit. We really have no idea where he came up with this little ritual but nevertheless he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;         That is just a sampling of what will in the future be posted on this blog.  I really need to go.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;.119 beckons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From Lady who rambles well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                                                 Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-2811590651403588359?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/2811590651403588359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=2811590651403588359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2811590651403588359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/2811590651403588359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/09/invasion.html' title='The Invasion!'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067587071971628424.post-9194005626794304137</id><published>2007-09-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:23:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Slow Signers</title><content type='html'>If you have not already checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.lifeprint.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; we talked about in class you need to do that.  If you complete all of the lessons, you could actually count it as a credit on your high school transcript.  How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in class tomorrow.  If you have any questions, post them in "comments".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067587071971628424-9194005626794304137?l=isignslow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/feeds/9194005626794304137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8067587071971628424&amp;postID=9194005626794304137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/9194005626794304137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067587071971628424/posts/default/9194005626794304137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isignslow.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-slow-signers.html' title='Welcome Slow Signers'/><author><name>Lady of somethin' er 'nother...</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
