<?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-23524518</id><updated>2012-01-26T14:37:48.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee Mama Duck</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my sometimes literate, sometimes perplexing, and other times sleep-deprived witless thoughts!  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Rejoice in the LORD your God! For the rain he sends demonstrates his faithfulness. Once more the autumn rains will come, as well as the rains of spring." (Joel 2:23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually think of the rain as the difficulties in our life - as something bad that only causes us pain, but here it says the rain demonstrated God's faithfulness! The rain during the storms of life may not feel good, may get us 'wet' and feel yucky. But it is also the rain that gives LIFE. We need the rain to survive. We should be still and soak in the rain when it comes, knowing that His rain brings us life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The threshing floors will again be piled high with grain, and the presses will overflow with new wine and olive oil." (Joel 2:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain comes the harvest. The more we soak in that rain, the greater our harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD says, "I will give you back what you lost to the swarming locusts, the hopping locusts, the stripping locusts, and the cutting locusts. It was I who sent this great destroying army against you." (Joel 2:25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promises to restore what was lost! What are the locusts? Sin. Rebellion. The enemy's attacks. We allowed them to take away those years - to be unfruitful. But God promises to give us back those years...to restore and redeems us. He says He sent the locusts! He did it to make us aware of our sin and rebellion - so we'd recognize our need for Him! He doesn't want to hurt us - He wants us to come to Him so that He can bless us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once again you will have all the food you want, and you will praise the LORD your God, who does these miracles for you." (Joel 2:26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have everything we need! We will praise God, our Redeemer! Why not praise Him IN the rain!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-663783730487411423?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/663783730487411423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=663783730487411423&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/663783730487411423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/663783730487411423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-promises-to-restore-what-ive-lost.html' title='God promises to restore what I&apos;ve lost!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6871250416360282504</id><published>2010-01-18T14:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:12:35.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption!</title><content type='html'>The word for 2009 was &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-in-love.html"&gt;LOVE&lt;/a&gt;. The word for 2010 is REDEEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does redeem mean? It means "fulfill". I'm very excited about this word!! It gives me great hope to think that 2010 will be a year of redemption for me! So many things have happened in my past that could be redeemed this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am redeemed by my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! He died on the cross for me and my sins are forgiven because of what He did for me! There is no better redemption than that! And I've already received that redemption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else is whipped cream and chocolate sauce and cherries on top!! It WILL be a great year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428174314366063810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/S1S_x3qwVMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/24eNnFFg1AY/s400/redeem1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Put your hope in the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for with the LORD is unfailing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and with Him is full redemption."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--Psalm 130:7&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/23524518-6871250416360282504?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6871250416360282504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6871250416360282504&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6871250416360282504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6871250416360282504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/redemption.html' title='Redemption!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/S1S_x3qwVMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/24eNnFFg1AY/s72-c/redeem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1807999318596544580</id><published>2010-01-11T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T12:05:51.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love!!!</title><content type='html'>I know what you are thinking...  "this must involve the new man in her life!"  I imagine you are excited and so happy for me.  And well you should be!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, I pray for God to show me a word for me to focus on for the year, a word for Him to define and grow me in for that year.  Last year's word was clearly "LOVE".  At first, I was very afraid of that word.  I thought that it might mean dating and I didn't think that I was ready for that!!  Well, God DID have a plan for that...and HE prepared me for it.  I am so glad He did.  I AM enjoying the company of my "Joseph".  He motivates me to draw nearer to my God, to be more like Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the aspect of LOVE that God was going to focus on for me.  The LOVE He had in store for me was my own love - for others, but mostly for HIM!!  By the end of 2009, I am able to truly say that "I am SOOOOO in love with Jesus!!"  He is so sweet to me.  He provides for me.  He keeps me safe.  He cares for me and shows me how much He loves me!  He is faithful and honest.  He wants the very best for me.  He does special, personal things for me!  He grows me - for my good!  He has chosen me.  And He blesses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM in love!  With the God of the universe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-1807999318596544580?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1807999318596544580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1807999318596544580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1807999318596544580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1807999318596544580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love!!!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-887408651423015688</id><published>2009-12-30T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:19:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is growing me!</title><content type='html'>God is growing me in so many ways right now.  For starters, I have said for years that I would never get married again and don't want anything to do with men.  One year ago, He told me that He may have another plan for me - and for my little ducklings.  I was "kicking and screaming" about it then too!  But He has changed my attitude about it.  AND now, He has sent me an incredibly godly man (we'll call him "Joseph" for now).  I am enjoying getting to know him more.  It is the sweetest thing to be in a relationship with a man who cares more about pleasing God than anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is also growing me in my relationship with Him.  He has been showing me that I am lacking in my freedom of worship.  I have felt this "bondage" before and was set free when I went to a new church and experienced worship at another level.  I am seeking after God to show me His will and set me free to worship Him deeper.  And yet, as He shows me, I hesitate.  It is out of my comfort zone.  But isn't that just like God - to stretch us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night "Joseph" came over for dinner and brought a DVD to watch together about this.  Afterwards, we had a great discussion about it.  When he left, I was able to have a time of prayer, repentance, and seeking after God for truth.  As I went to bed, I read a devotion that said this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Come on!  We have seen that the land is very good.  Aren't you going to do something?  Don't hesitate to go there and take it over...God has put into your hands, a land that lacks nothing whatever."  --Judges 18:9-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Come on!"  This command indicates that there is something definite for us to do and that nothing is ours unless we take it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much of God's Word have you received and endorsed, and of how much have you been able to say, "This has been done in my life"?  By how many of His promises have you signed your name and said, "This has been fulfilled to me"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do not miss your inheritance through your own neglect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like God is reminding me that I need to seek after Him on this and that I could miss something so good - by my own neglect.  I don't want that!  I don't want to miss a blessing He has for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, growing can be painful, but it can be so sweeeeeet too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-887408651423015688?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/887408651423015688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=887408651423015688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/887408651423015688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/887408651423015688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-is-growing-me.html' title='God is growing me!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4620997703098505763</id><published>2009-12-13T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:51:50.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>My family has had a tradition that we have celebrated on Christmas every year since I was born.  We spent Christmas Eve with my mom's family in KY.  We had spaghetti (no, we aren't italian) and salad bar for dinner.  Opened presents and enjoyed each other until late into the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we have lost 3 family members.  The first one was my grandmother, then my uncle (my mom's brother) and then another uncle (my mom's brother-in-law).  Sadly, noone is in the Christmas spirit.  We are not gathering for our traditional Christmas Eve celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have had a difficult year this year, perhaps financially with the recession (I sure have!).  But I encourage you to remember the "reason for the season".  We enjoy our traditions and celebrations at Christmas, but remember the very first Christmas.  That is what it is all about.  We can celebrate Jesus' birthday anywhere.  Yes, it will be different.  It won't be about presents (who can afford any?).  It won't be about food (I can't eat any! lol).  It won't be about extended family (they are doing their own thing).  But, it's okay.  It WILL be about my Savior's Birthday.  That is what it is supposed to be about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Jesus' Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-4620997703098505763?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4620997703098505763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4620997703098505763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4620997703098505763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4620997703098505763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3238862206079894731</id><published>2009-08-31T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:19:31.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God chuckled</title><content type='html'>God has a sense of humor.  Last week I wrote a lesson to teach to the ladies in my small group.  It was about different ways you can live your life:&lt;br /&gt;    * in REACTION to your circumstances and things around you.&lt;br /&gt;    * in ROUTINE - the same way you always have.&lt;br /&gt;    * a RICH, REWARDING life!  God has told us in His Word that He wants us to live an abundant life.  What a gift from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I arise to prepare to go to church and teach this lesson.  And CandyMan is sick.  I could almost hear God chuckling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I teach that lesson if I was living in REACTION  (which is actually often my ROUTINE when my kids get sick)??  I can imagine God thinking, "how is she going to handle this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I need to be at church, I needed to be at my first day of classes on Monday morning (my debut return to college after almost 20 years).  If you know me (and if you are reading this, you probably do), then you know that it is a horrible thought to me to have to miss the first day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God had prepared me for this, since I had been studying His Word just that week preparing to teach others.  He is good.  And He had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my small group and taught the lesson.  I am right now sitting in the library at my college after attending my first class and awaiting the next one.  CandyMan went to the doctor this morning and he doesn't have what we feared.  (Swine Flu has been confirmed in a couple of children in their school.  My duckling does NOT have it.  I'm praying they don't get it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is good.  He is in control!  I am trusting in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-3238862206079894731?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3238862206079894731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3238862206079894731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3238862206079894731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3238862206079894731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/god-chuckled.html' title='God chuckled'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-997083573558534012</id><published>2009-08-28T18:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:07:06.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a School Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sphe6cNPxWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NjhXkKQR12I/s1600-h/j0439456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375150513363862882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sphe6cNPxWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NjhXkKQR12I/s320/j0439456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it? I sure can't! I'm a school girl! I'm going back to college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes begin on Monday for me. I'm excited and anxious all at the same time! I'm going full time. And the government is paying for all of it (through grants). It's an offer I can't refuse! I have one year of classes to take before I'll qualify to get into nursing school (that is my plan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for me!! I can't imagine how I will balance it all - full time college, 2 part time jobs, and 3 full time kids!! :) I need peace, financial provision (I still have to pay bills afterall), sweet sleep and an occasional break!! I'm trusting God to take care of it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-997083573558534012?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/997083573558534012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=997083573558534012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/997083573558534012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/997083573558534012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-school-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a School Girl!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sphe6cNPxWI/AAAAAAAAAmg/NjhXkKQR12I/s72-c/j0439456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2040976068691993094</id><published>2009-07-28T12:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:04:15.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it! I met my goal! I had so much fun doing it, that I forgot it was my goal until someone reminded me that I'd met it! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago I set a goal to lose enough weight and get in shape enough to water ski. It was my dream. When I was young I used to slalom all over the lake. At the age of 17, I was in a serious car accident and herniated a disc in my lower back. I was never able to ski much after that. I've missed it - for 20 years!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363555765742356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sm8tjTYSRsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_Qvh9PqjCIM/s400/branham+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363556370577015522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sm8uGgkGwuI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/RNNFC_bZR5Q/s400/P7240652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't even describe how good it felt to do this again - I did it twice in one day! And I can't wait to do it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another first that I did last week: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363557678336989202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sm8vSoWYWBI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tRAh-eLbJ3M/s320/branham+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23524518-2040976068691993094?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2040976068691993094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2040976068691993094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2040976068691993094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2040976068691993094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sm8tjTYSRsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_Qvh9PqjCIM/s72-c/branham+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-913107476192386122</id><published>2009-05-19T13:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:58:19.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our church has broken ground!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NorthStar broke ground on our new property a few weeks ago to build our new building. The Sunday afterwards, they had enlarged some photos from the event and put them on the wall in the foyer of our current location. Here is one of the photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337594455579797714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLx4KftqNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Q7g_IxC0g34/s400/DSCN2741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some shots that I got:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337594942783704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLyUheLS_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/1RQP0V5lD8w/s320/ground+breaking+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLyxfOayHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iJfZzhPikP8/s1600-h/ground+breaking+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLylz7-U9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vZAi4EYaQzc/s1600-h/ground+breaking+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595239798297554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLylz7-U9I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vZAi4EYaQzc/s320/ground+breaking+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLyxfOayHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iJfZzhPikP8/s1600-h/ground+breaking+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595440396945522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLyxfOayHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iJfZzhPikP8/s320/ground+breaking+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337595823407151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLzHyDKutI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_HxdY7aXpDU/s400/ground+breaking+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLyxfOayHI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iJfZzhPikP8/s1600-h/ground+breaking+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/23524518-913107476192386122?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/913107476192386122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=913107476192386122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/913107476192386122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/913107476192386122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-church-has-broken-ground.html' title='Our church has broken ground!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShLx4KftqNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Q7g_IxC0g34/s72-c/DSCN2741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7491041852955874366</id><published>2009-05-14T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:41:49.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Guitar Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SgwfHJ8YkGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cpUjiMI_DdQ/s1600-h/DSCF0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335673866315927650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SgwfHJ8YkGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cpUjiMI_DdQ/s400/DSCF0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my oldest son's birthday today! I have such sweet memories of the last 12 years with him. This is his last year before becoming a teenager!! Look out world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him this day! He has 2 finals at school - Math and English. He has the middle school musical this evening (he has a speaking part in it!). I am taking him a "donut cake" to share with his class at lunch and hopefully we'll have time to go out to dinner after school/before the musical. Life is so busy this week, it is hard to really celebrate. I feel sorry for him in that way. When you home school, the birthday child is with you all day and you make it a full day celebration. Today is more like an adult birthday for him. He's not used to it. I'm trying to make him feel as special as possible, under the circumstances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has grown up so much in the last few months and is doing much better than he was for the last few years.  I'm so happy for him and I'm so proud of him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7491041852955874366?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7491041852955874366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7491041852955874366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7491041852955874366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7491041852955874366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-guitar-hero.html' title='Happy Birthday, Guitar Hero!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SgwfHJ8YkGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/cpUjiMI_DdQ/s72-c/DSCF0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7166576967906471836</id><published>2009-04-27T13:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:02:41.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am called to be FREE!</title><content type='html'>Galatians 5:1 says we are called to be free! That was the theme of this weekend's women's retreat that I attended. It was a beautiful event of worship, teaching and activities! I'm so blessed to have been able to go. It was by &lt;a href="http://www.livingvessels.org/site.htm"&gt;Living Vessels Ministries &lt;/a&gt;- "The Esther Experience - Called to Be Free".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My children were well taken care of - Missy by a young lady who did all kinds of girly things with her and fed her lots of sugar!  Guitar Hero and Candy Man were taken camping by some men in the church and then fishing on Saturday!  A "Man's" weekend!  So good for them all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like God is telling me that my season of healing is over. It is time to reach out to others going through what I have been through in the last 3 years. I am ready to be used by Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329432723234554114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SfXy00K9AQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/p6vGygnrcJI/s400/2804_186604655446_652385446_6624464_662456_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7166576967906471836?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7166576967906471836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7166576967906471836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7166576967906471836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7166576967906471836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-called-to-be-free.html' title='I am called to be FREE!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SfXy00K9AQI/AAAAAAAAAkw/p6vGygnrcJI/s72-c/2804_186604655446_652385446_6624464_662456_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3613220708989939524</id><published>2009-04-14T08:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:01:29.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard Testimonies</title><content type='html'>Candy Man and I were asked to be apart of our church's Easter service.  We did something called "Cardboard Testimonies".  If you haven't seen this before, you can watch videos on YouTube where other churches have done it.  It is extremely powerful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was explained beforehand about how having God in your life can change your life.  Then 30 or so of us got up and "told" our changes using cardboard.  Candy Man's was one of the most powerful testimonies.  It received a lot of attention.  I was soooo proud of him.  It wasn't easy for him to do this.   I have to share it with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324527875872497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SeSF5H4Ln0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/la5gvKfRgpg/s400/DSCF0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SeSGgIGvfPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9AXDlqDVvnc/s1600-h/DSCF0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324528545948466418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SeSGgIGvfPI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/9AXDlqDVvnc/s400/DSCF0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to share my latest change that God has done in my life as well!  May He receive all the glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324529306510153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SeSHMZax13I/AAAAAAAAAkY/ZhawO_U7aEs/s400/DSCF0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324529911367205570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SeSHvmr8AsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HAOgxBx_G60/s400/DSCF0072.JPG" border="0" /&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/23524518-3613220708989939524?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3613220708989939524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3613220708989939524&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3613220708989939524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3613220708989939524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/cardboard-testimonies.html' title='Cardboard Testimonies'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SeSF5H4Ln0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/la5gvKfRgpg/s72-c/DSCF0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8714934549602440311</id><published>2009-04-10T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:54:56.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy loves her family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of all of my children, Missy Prissy loves her family the most! She knows every one by name (even distant cousins). She notices if any of them get their hair cut (even if she hasn't seen them in months!). She is concerned if she thinks they don't feel good or are upset. She loves them all so much and isn't shy to show them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was recently at her school for a Festival of Nations party. On the wall were pictures and sentences that the children had written completing the following: "My favorite place to go is..." There were all kinds of answers like the movies, Disney, the pool - that kind of thing. I couldn't help but chuckle when I read my daughter's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323153342988392242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sd-jwx3BlzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/uPuARcMpE-8/s400/kk+0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(It says:  "My favorite place to go is to Kentucky.  I play with my cousins.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-8714934549602440311?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8714934549602440311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8714934549602440311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8714934549602440311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8714934549602440311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/missy-loves-her-family.html' title='Missy loves her family'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/Sd-jwx3BlzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/uPuARcMpE-8/s72-c/kk+0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5234748092510841742</id><published>2009-04-08T09:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:56:02.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is all roses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." --2 Corinthian 12:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taken from 4/8 devotion, "Streams in the Desert")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Matheson, the well-known blink preacher of Scotland, once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdysXNt3qXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bT2dm146UW8/s1600-h/j0440972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322318374464104818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdysXNt3qXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bT2dm146UW8/s200/j0440972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My dear God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked you a thousand times for my roses but not once for my thorns. I have always looked forward to the place where I will be rewarded for my cross, but I have never thought of my cross as a present glory itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdyrX44qNtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3I4ulOY5X9U/s1600-h/j0401879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322317286540457682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdyrX44qNtI/AAAAAAAAAjg/3I4ulOY5X9U/s200/j0401879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teach me, O Lord, to glory in my cross. Teach me the value of my thorns. Show me how I have climbed to You through the path of pain. Show me it is through my tears I have seen my rainbows."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322316988247466338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdyrGhqEYWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/gic4CdnsU4c/s320/j0438579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen!&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/23524518-5234748092510841742?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5234748092510841742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5234748092510841742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5234748092510841742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5234748092510841742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-all-roses.html' title='It is all roses!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdysXNt3qXI/AAAAAAAAAjo/bT2dm146UW8/s72-c/j0440972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7101442134831484838</id><published>2009-04-07T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:30:28.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair, Great Visit with a Friend, and a Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdtTR30TzFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Vy_SFnloYTk/s1600-h/science+fair+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321938951174605906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdtTR30TzFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Vy_SFnloYTk/s320/science+fair+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Game Master's Science Fair was last week. He did a great project on how magnets affect electronic memory. His grade was 103! I am proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdtT9DJ5ZHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7ojKJsbaZAY/s1600-h/science+fair+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321939692952314994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdtT9DJ5ZHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/7ojKJsbaZAY/s320/science+fair+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend before that, we had a visit from Jennifer and Jason. I miss that girl so much. It was so good to spend an evening together. Wish we didn't live so far apart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandmommy died on Monday. We went to Kentucky on Wednesday. Ended up staying until Sunday. There were terrible complications with digging the grave and it delayed the graveside service. Gave us more time together as a family though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting to hear if the kids will be going to First Baptist Academy again next year. It is not clear to me what God's will is in this yet. He knows. That is good enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got much work to catch up on! Busy, busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7101442134831484838?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7101442134831484838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7101442134831484838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7101442134831484838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7101442134831484838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/science-fair-great-visit-with-friend.html' title='Science Fair, Great Visit with a Friend, and a Funeral'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SdtTR30TzFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Vy_SFnloYTk/s72-c/science+fair+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6142603285739376372</id><published>2009-03-10T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:32:24.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All kinds of updates</title><content type='html'>There has been so much going on here, I haven't had time to blog.  Of course, missing almost 2 months of work and housework has given me plenty to do around here!  Not that I shouldn't be doing that now... in fact, let me go change out the laundry...I'll be right back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So I haven't recovered from my &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-and-surgery.html"&gt;surgery &lt;/a&gt;as fast as I'd hoped.  But then I found out that my feeling so weak probably has nothing to do with the surgery!  I've been having dizzy spells, feeling like I'm going to pass out every time I turn around or stand up!  I just black out!  &lt;a href="http://myblogthebeaverdam.blogspot.com/"&gt;AnnieBeth &lt;/a&gt;recommended that I take my blood pressure.  (I haven't had to do that in several months, since I quit taking bp medicine and it was fine.)  That first time I took it, it was 84/40!  Whoa!  It hasn't been above 104/72 for the last week.  It has been consistently low. I talked to my bariatric doctor's office.  They had just drawn a bunch of bloodwork in February.  It was all great - no dehydration, blood loss or vitamin deficiencies.  They were thrilled with those results, but concerned and stumped by my low blood pressure.  They referred me to my PCP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her yesterday.  She just smiled really big and asked if I was still taking thyroid medicine.  I said I was - I had been told that my weight loss probably wouldn't affect my need for thyroid medicine.  She thinks that it has anyway!!  She said I am probably overcorrecting now and won't have to take the med anymore.  It is probably what is causing the low blood pressure.  I should get those test results back today.  I hope that is what it is!!  That'd be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-grandmommy.html"&gt;Grandmommy's health &lt;/a&gt;has been up and down for the past month.  But as of this weekend, I heard that she'd improved enough to be eating some solid food again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are struggling.  They are desperately in need of a break!  Fortunately, there are just 3 more days of school before Spring Break!  No, we aren't going anywhere (I wish we were - the beach sounds so good..).  I am hoping for some pretty weather here to go to the park and picnics and bike rides and walks!  Some real spring weather would be so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for God's direction for the kid's school next year.  I will be applying later today for a scholarship again.  If God miraculous provides for next year again, then they will all 3 attend the Christian school again.  If not, I'll know it is His will for me to homeschool.  I don't see how that would be possible, which is why I think he will provide for the Christian school.  We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, &lt;a href="http://kendraspurpose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kendra&lt;/a&gt;, had back surgery last week.  I'm covering for her, leading our small group, Daughters of the King (for single women).  I love these ladies so much.  I'm so glad to be able to do it!  I am so burdened by their struggles right now.  I feel for each one of them.  I think this is good timing.  It helps me keep my own "stuff" in perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, everyone have a great week!  Hope you are getting a break soon too!  I intend to enjoy it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-6142603285739376372?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6142603285739376372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6142603285739376372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6142603285739376372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6142603285739376372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-kinds-of-updates.html' title='All kinds of updates'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1139073685766466598</id><published>2009-03-04T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:46:02.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling used...it's a good thing!</title><content type='html'>God has been working in my heart this week.  There are so many ladies around me who are struggling.  My heart is broken for them.  I want to be there for them and be strong.  Their circumstances put mine into great perspective.  I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before He made me aware of all of their needs, He showed me my own need to LET GO!  I have been holding on too tightly to Game Master.  I feel this huge burden to fix him - to help him.  God let me know that I am not capable of that.  It is not my responsibility to try so hard...to obsess about GM and his problems.  I want him to be happy.  I want him to be happy RIGHT NOW.  God has let me know that it isn't going to happen today, it is going to take time - and HIM.  I'm stepping in and messing things up.  So, I've committed to stepping aside and allowing Him to do it His way (He really does know better than me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, God has shown me CandyMan's need to be discipled and ministered to.   We spent a great time together last night and he is so open to hearing and growing.  He felt so much better this morning and even had a quiet time instead of playing during his extra few minutes before leaving for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day this week a friend (different ones) has called in need of advise or prayer.  I think God needed me to let go of Game Master to make room for others who needed me.  I'm thankful to be needed.  I'm thankful to be used by Him.  It is so much more rewarding and fulfilling to be used by God than it is to try to do it all yourself!  If He needs me to work in GM's life, then I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-1139073685766466598?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1139073685766466598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1139073685766466598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1139073685766466598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1139073685766466598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-usedits-good-thing.html' title='Feeling used...it&apos;s a good thing!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7284367941880666235</id><published>2009-02-17T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:16:51.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To Grandmommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sweet Grandmommy is leaving us. She's been an incredible example to all of the women in my family for years. She's taken care of us all - raising five kids and nurturing 12 grandchildren &amp;amp; 11 great-grandchildren (so far). She has always thought of others first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 5 or so years she has been suffering greatly with &lt;a href="http://www.lbda.org/category/3437/what-is-lbd.htm"&gt;Lewy Body Dementia&lt;/a&gt;. It has ravaged her muscles and taken over her body. It is a cousin to Parkinson's Disease. It has been so sad to watch her slowly deteriorate. She has survived way longer than anyone expected her to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chair-ridden Grandmommy that my children know is not the Grandmommy that I know! My Grandmommy was very active - walking laps at the lake with me, riding her bicycle all over, and cooking huge meals for her large family. I loved sitting on her front porch snapping beans with her. I looked forward to going to church with her and hearing her play the piano! I enjoyed many summer days with her at the lake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad that she is leaving us, but it seems like she's been gone for so long already. I am glad that she will get a new body soon and feel well! I am glad that she will be with the love of her life - my Granddaddy. I pray for my mom and her family as they deal with this loss. I pray they will make sure that they will be in heaven with Grandmommy when their day comes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Grandmommy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303785454517287986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZrUxS1i_DI/AAAAAAAAAig/OiyxI2A8WMY/s320/grandmommy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7284367941880666235?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7284367941880666235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7284367941880666235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7284367941880666235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7284367941880666235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/tribute-to-grandmommy.html' title='A Tribute To Grandmommy'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZrUxS1i_DI/AAAAAAAAAig/OiyxI2A8WMY/s72-c/grandmommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2396671477985530390</id><published>2009-02-10T11:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:19:53.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've met my goal - at just six months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited to tell you that I have met my personal weight loss goal - in just 6 months! I went to the doctor today for my 6 month check-up. They are very pleased with me - my BMI is in the healthy range! They are increasing my diet. They don't want me to lose more than 10-20 more pounds! Isn't that amazing!? It has far exceeded my expectations, for sure! The lab tech said that she hasn't heard of anyone meeting their goal at 6 months since she's worked there. It made me feel so good. May God have all the glory!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few before pictures next to my 6 month shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoD_7DVEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y9DfteSywYY/s1600-h/100_1701face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301203023043974210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoD_7DVEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y9DfteSywYY/s320/100_1701face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoaot48vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fL057ZFWAHM/s1600-h/RK+0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301203411951743730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoaot48vI/AAAAAAAAAiY/fL057ZFWAHM/s400/RK+0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoToifwuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnjzXPG_TII/s1600-h/RK+074blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoToifwuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnjzXPG_TII/s1600-h/RK+074blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301203291644871394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoToifwuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnjzXPG_TII/s400/RK+074blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGn40E5KcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ufARRddsDKU/s1600-h/Before+surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301202830885464514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGn40E5KcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ufARRddsDKU/s320/Before+surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoToifwuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nnjzXPG_TII/s1600-h/RK+074blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/23524518-2396671477985530390?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2396671477985530390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2396671477985530390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2396671477985530390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2396671477985530390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-met-my-goal-at-just-six-months.html' title='I&apos;ve met my goal - at just six months!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SZGoD_7DVEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y9DfteSywYY/s72-c/100_1701face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-36340607137572857</id><published>2009-02-03T09:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:03:37.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in CandyMan and Missy Prissy's life, it has snowed in East Tennessee - enough for them to go sledding! I'm so excited for them. Unfortunately, I had to drive on slick roads yesterday to pick them up from school yesterday (for the first time). Thankfully, despite other cars sliding off the road everywhere, we made it home safely. Of course, this was my first day driving the kids (I've been banned from driving for 2 weeks due to surgery). It was a little nerve racking. I am glad they are out of school today - I needed the extra rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, about the surgery...many of you have been asking on Facebook. Sorry that I haven't answered. I just can't sit at the computer for very long yet. I had a hysterectomy with several repairs. It has wiped me out good. Even 2 1/2 weeks later, I'm still in pain and so very tired. Other women warned me that it'd be this way, but you know me - I'm super woman. Wrong! I am fine though. I had to have the surgery not so much because of any "female problems" that I was having, but because everything was falling out. Nothing was in the place it was suppose to be. Maybe it was from birthing 2 big boys and damage caused during their births. Maybe from age (I refuse to say "old" age). Maybe from my weight loss (was that extra fat holding everything up?). Who knows, but it had to be fixed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few beautiful pictures taken yesterday in Tennessee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298586359017228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SYhcOGzzyhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LqQzTTek8qU/s320/snow+day+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298586535172501170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SYhcYXCf7rI/AAAAAAAAAh4/P4NhF6VAhoo/s400/snow+day+045.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-36340607137572857?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/36340607137572857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=36340607137572857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/36340607137572857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/36340607137572857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-and-surgery.html' title='Snow and Surgery'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SYhcOGzzyhI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LqQzTTek8qU/s72-c/snow+day+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7452328374288766393</id><published>2009-01-12T10:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:24:50.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 FOCUS</title><content type='html'>Each year I pray for God to show me a focus for the year - something that I need to learn about, work on, and grow in. A theme, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was my first year seperated from my husband of 11 years. That year was full of changes for me and my little ducklings. It was a very difficult year. My yearly focus was "SURVIVE". We did that, even if barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, I knew it was time to move on from just surviving and begin living life again. It seemed life was running me before that and it was time for me to live life with purpose again. My word for the year was "LIVE". It was a good year. God did grow me in this so much and I feel like it was a successful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began praying in December for God to show me my "word" or focus for 2009. One word kept popping into my head and I kept throwing it back. I'm not sure what it is about it that I am rejecting. No, that isn't true - I'm not sure what it is He wants me to do with it! I'm fearful of what He may be preparing me for. The word is "LOVE". I'm hoping to learn about God's Love for me. I want to grow in my love for others. But there is a little part of me that fears that He is preparing me for a significant love in my life - like another husband. I'm afraid of myself. I'm afraid of another relationship. I'm just afraid! My friend Kendra has pointed out to me that I can't underestimate God to provide a great godly man that would be good for me and my children. This is true... I'm just not sure that I want a man in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been able to see how it may be God's plan for our lives. (I say "our" lives, because I am a package deal now. A husband for me is a daddy for my ducklings. He'd have to be for all of us, not just for me.) And so, I've given it up to God (and keep giving it). I want what He wants. He knows that He has some changing to do in my heart to get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my verse for this year: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 1John 4:12 It is my desire for others to see God in me - for them to experience His love through me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reading this verse and a little past it, God shows me something else to grow in.... 1John 4:18 says, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, okay. I guess He does need to work on me in this area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year is about "LOVE". I don't exactly know what all that looks like yet. But this I will begin with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290427481005862354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SWtfw5tRrdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/uj409lJKYdw/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is your focus for this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7452328374288766393?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7452328374288766393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7452328374288766393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7452328374288766393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7452328374288766393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-focus.html' title='2009 FOCUS'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SWtfw5tRrdI/AAAAAAAAAhU/uj409lJKYdw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7057052633584551854</id><published>2009-01-07T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:40:57.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going away...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am going away for a few days.  I leave today and will be home Friday.  It is so strange for me to leave my kiddies.  I never leave them!  Plus they have school and stuff.  It will be okay though.  My friend Megan is staying here with them and transporting them, feeding them and loving them while I am gone.  I will miss them so much.  What am I saying?  I miss them already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Atlanta for a conference with my job.  I'm going with my dad.  It will be good to spend some time with him - and to get some training on this new computer program they've just started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my ducklings to be on their best behavior for Miss Megan and for everything to go smoothly here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7057052633584551854?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7057052633584551854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7057052633584551854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7057052633584551854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7057052633584551854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-away.html' title='Going away...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5301702315461489941</id><published>2009-01-05T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:31:59.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Couple of Weeks!</title><content type='html'>We have had an incredibly wonderful Christmas break! We've spent some busy, fun time with family in Kentucky and in Tennessee. We've had an extremely fun and relaxing week at home. We've been healthy the whole time (must be a first!). We've all been easy-going, well rested, well fed, and happy! What more can you ask for!? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, we are back to the real world! Back to the crazy schedule - the 5:30 a.m. mornings (will my body do that after this week!?!?) - the go, go, go, gotta hurry... I've loved spending this time with my children and I truly don't want it to end. I know that it has to. I have worked very little during the past 2 weeks (and that isn't good for paying the bills, you know?). It has been a wonderful vacation though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much longer until Spring Break? Or even better, summer break!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287925449207115122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SWJ8Le687XI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IVlu7mxtpHo/s320/new+year2.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-5301702315461489941?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5301702315461489941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5301702315461489941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5301702315461489941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5301702315461489941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Wonderful Couple of Weeks!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SWJ8Le687XI/AAAAAAAAAhM/IVlu7mxtpHo/s72-c/new+year2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2243200613517421924</id><published>2008-12-15T11:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:04:30.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fumbly Bumbly Angels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SUaB0JE5d-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/2Gb_R_tri14/s1600-h/bk+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280050345928128482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SUaB0JE5d-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/2Gb_R_tri14/s320/bk+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second Christmas performance for the year was as good as the first! I was so impressed by our &lt;a href="http://www.northstarknox.com/"&gt;church's &lt;/a&gt;children's Christmas Musical, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Instant-Christmas-Pageant-Fumbly-Bumbly/dp/1559454989/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_a"&gt;The Fumbly, Bumbly Angels&lt;/a&gt;"! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SUaB_fyk6eI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SYJT3tqnWok/s1600-h/bk+0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280050541003860450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SUaB_fyk6eI/AAAAAAAAAg8/SYJT3tqnWok/s320/bk+0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They did a terrific job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;CandyMan played a lead part - George, the angel. Missy Prissy played one of the three kings. They both did wonderful! I was so proud of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23524518-2243200613517421924?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2243200613517421924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2243200613517421924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2243200613517421924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2243200613517421924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/fumbly-bumbly-angels.html' title='The Fumbly Bumbly Angels!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SUaB0JE5d-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/2Gb_R_tri14/s72-c/bk+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-752555615363977263</id><published>2008-12-10T11:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:48:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guitar Hero is playing the trombone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ST_plSc-e6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/mXCSdJ8Ewbk/s1600-h/jk+007+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278194115119315874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ST_plSc-e6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/mXCSdJ8Ewbk/s320/jk+007+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that no one has ever thought that Guitar Hero had any musical talent. He really hasn't had much rythym in the past. He can't carry a tune very well (neither can his mom). He does come from a musical family though - my whole family played musical instruments and had a love for music! He has shown no interest in learning to read music, play an instrument, or sing in a group before. Then the Wii "Guitar Hero" game came out. He has loved that game! A love for music has been born out of that! He wanted an electric guitar for his birthday in May and spent the summer teaching himself to play it. He's REALLY good at it too! When his mom, grandparents, brother and sister would spend summer afternoons in the pool, he'd be indoors practicing his grandfather's acoustic guitar. We enjoyed our mini-concerts when we got out to dry off!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this love for music develop and when an opportunity to join a band presented itself and since I loved playing in the band so much, it was natural for me to encourage him to join in! We met with the director who helped him in choosing his instrument - trombone. Grandma and &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ST_pxY43VXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qcy9NCBk2lA/s1600-h/jk+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278194323005330802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ST_pxY43VXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qcy9NCBk2lA/s320/jk+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa have helped with the rental of the trombone (thank you!). And off he went!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking about a child who generally prefers to stay home and not be involved in anything - church, school or social. I have to make him leave the house. Not for band! He hasn't wanted to quit once. He hasn't gotten frustrated (unless you count the times when I made him stop practicing to go to bed!). He is very serious about it! He has practiced every day in the past week in preparation for the concert - somedays even before school!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with all of that said...I am one proud Mama Duck! I am thankful that he has something in his life right now that brings him some success and pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-734794cc4bb404a5" 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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D734794cc4bb404a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329987627%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D532962138B9B6288A3EC7CB4DDF3AD6B30ECB74A.2F0884D15AB8E9272E66DAD389F7F4D0E0A73FE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D734794cc4bb404a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3JNEmr69j3P6CJVpr4fxsX7h0-0&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://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D734794cc4bb404a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329987627%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D532962138B9B6288A3EC7CB4DDF3AD6B30ECB74A.2F0884D15AB8E9272E66DAD389F7F4D0E0A73FE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D734794cc4bb404a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3JNEmr69j3P6CJVpr4fxsX7h0-0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-752555615363977263?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=734794cc4bb404a5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/752555615363977263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=752555615363977263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/752555615363977263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/752555615363977263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-guitar-hero-is-playing-trombone.html' title='My Guitar Hero is playing the trombone!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ST_plSc-e6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/mXCSdJ8Ewbk/s72-c/jk+007+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1286686290566975023</id><published>2008-12-03T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:30:32.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've lost Candy Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Candy Man went to the doctor 2 weeks ago and was weighed. I had just weighed that morning myself. He weighed exactly what I had lost - 75 lbs! He wanted to see it, so I showed him that evening exactly what that looked like! Guitar Hero couldn't help but snap a picture of us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are in my pre-weight loss jammies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275586284364416754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/STalxj12xvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0ccRLXzN6BI/s320/lost+bk+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silly, I know.  But fun - and so exciting for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-1286686290566975023?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1286686290566975023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1286686290566975023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1286686290566975023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1286686290566975023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-lost-candy-man.html' title='I&apos;ve lost Candy Man!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/STalxj12xvI/AAAAAAAAAYw/0ccRLXzN6BI/s72-c/lost+bk+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1852321695251140619</id><published>2008-12-01T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:15:00.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Four Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been on this journey for 4 months now. I am amazed at God's grace to free me from the obsession of food. Eating has become so unimportant to me now. Food is a means of survival. Truly. Occasionally I have a desire for something, but I know it won't satisfy. Eating is not fun. I take no enjoyment from it. That may sound sad to some of you, but trust me when I say that it is a blessing for me!! Food and eating was just way too important to me before. Now, it is purely to be healthy. I eat my protein, my fruit and veggies. I take lots of vitamins. And that is it. I eat only what I must eat to survive - to be healthy. I am 80 pounds less than I was - and still losing!  I had a wonderful Thanksgiving! The time spent with my family was terrific. I didn't eat stuffing, or potatoes, or pie. I don't care either! I don't feel deprived. I feel blessed!! I am free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854453363625634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/STQMLY6gTqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IpfMbCb72lY/s320/4mo+012blog.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-1852321695251140619?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1852321695251140619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1852321695251140619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1852321695251140619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1852321695251140619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-four-months.html' title='It&apos;s Been Four Months'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/STQMLY6gTqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IpfMbCb72lY/s72-c/4mo+012blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-548360696307913492</id><published>2008-11-26T13:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:56:52.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SS2b3jAGU6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UPiwSIPNCVw/s1600-h/school+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273042117311484834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SS2b3jAGU6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UPiwSIPNCVw/s400/school+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-548360696307913492?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/548360696307913492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=548360696307913492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/548360696307913492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/548360696307913492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday_26.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SS2b3jAGU6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UPiwSIPNCVw/s72-c/school+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5872426710493450679</id><published>2008-11-24T11:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:33:16.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sweet CandyMan celebrated his 8th birthday yesterday! The memories of "eight years ago today" were so great this weekend.  He was born on Thanksgiving morning and I am so truly thankful for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272262795179139826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SSrXFB0pIvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rlt8Lr3lUEc/s400/bk+011.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-5872426710493450679?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5872426710493450679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5872426710493450679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5872426710493450679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5872426710493450679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SSrXFB0pIvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rlt8Lr3lUEc/s72-c/bk+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8225740638262241135</id><published>2008-11-14T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:32:20.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SR21-OphtFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F2EusSVJd0A/s1600-h/j0435886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268567219782136914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SR21-OphtFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F2EusSVJd0A/s200/j0435886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm reading a book right now called "&lt;a href="http://www.myquiettime.com/sspqt.html"&gt;Six Secrets to a &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myquiettime.com/sspqt.html"&gt;Powerful Quiet Time&lt;/a&gt;" in preparation for co-leading my single women's group. It is a 30 day journey to discover radical intimacy with God. She says to have a life verse. I think this may be mine - my verse and my prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I waited patiently for the Lord:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he turned to me and heard my cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lifted me out of the slimy pit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the mud and mire;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he set my feet on a rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and gave me a firm place to stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He put a new song in my mouth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a hymn of praise to our God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many will see and fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and put their trust in the LORD."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Psalm 40:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23524518-8225740638262241135?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8225740638262241135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8225740638262241135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8225740638262241135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8225740638262241135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-verse.html' title='My Life Verse'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SR21-OphtFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/F2EusSVJd0A/s72-c/j0435886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2269915684304756877</id><published>2008-11-11T12:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:15:39.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top of the Mountain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I achieved something this weekend that I thought I'd NEVER be able to achieve! It was a huge accomplishment for me! I am thrilled (even if I am paying the consequences for it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It all started in small group ("Daughters of the King" - for single women). One of the ladies in the group announced that there was a hike coming up on Saturday. I (accidently out loud) said, "I'd love to be able to do that!" Well, immediately my good friend Kendra said, "I'd be glad to keep your kids for you so that you can go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh. Well. What excuse could I come up with not to do it now? I asked lots of questions to the man who was planning the hike. Yes, it was a hard trail. Yes, it was all up hill. Sure, he thought I could do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew it'd be a challenge, but I have been walking 2-3 miles 3-4 days a week for the last month. The hike was 2 miles up the mountain and 2 miles back down. How hard could it be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, with the children all settled, I met at the church a group of people (most in their young 20's, I might add). I volunteered to drive, since I had a van and could carry more people. So, off we went! It was a beautiful trip up past Gatlinburg. We drove through Townsend (the peaceful side of the Smokies). It was gorgeous! Breath-taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We arrived at the trailhead excited! A few of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRnJiNTMnDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bs_pVgUesxs/s1600-h/n214701925_30928228_9267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267462828709420082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRnJiNTMnDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bs_pVgUesxs/s320/n214701925_30928228_9267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us were a little nervous, but mostly pumped about the day and the beautiful weather. As we headed off, we saw a few people completing the hike - huffing and puffing. (I'm thinking, they just did the easy part of the hike - coming DOWN the mountain!???) A young guy on the trip commented, "Uh-oh. She's out of breath. I'm in trouble." I stay brave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was hard. As in the sign said "strenuous". It wasn't kidding. The first mile was all uphill. Pretty steep at some points. The second mile was almost all STEPS. And I don't mean paved steps (somehow that sounds easier to me, I don't know why!). It was jagged rock steps. My legs would just go numb/weak at some points and I couldn't take another step up. I wasn't alone with this struggle (thankfully). We had to stop and take recovery breaks. But I was determine to get to the top! And so I pushed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, we made it to the top of the mountain and what was before us? A huge rock wall! I had seen pictures of this wall online and decided that I wasn't going to climb that part. But once I got there, I let myself feel some pressure to do it. After all, the group's plan was to climb to the top and eat lunch up there! So I started climbing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I have to add right here that I am TERRIFIED of heights. Like, I can't go past the 2nd step on a ladder. Like, my boys had a loft in the room in our last house and I never went up there (couldn't - it was too high). So, this was yet another challenge to overcome my fear of heights. And yet I climbed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I climbed over halfway up the wall and realized something. I had accomplished my goal to get to the top of the mountain. This wall thing was only a dangerous feat for me to attempt. I wouldn't regret finishing the climb. I'd be proud of myself for making a wise decision to protect myself for my family's sake. And so, I backed down the cliff and waited at the bottom with some other people who were waiting too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought the worst part was over and the going down the mountain would be a breeze. It was easier, I will say that. But it was hard on my sore legs too. They felt like spaghetti that would give out at any moment. But they didn't. And I made it back to the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made new friends that day. I got to know old friends better. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery and weather. I praised my God. And I accomplished a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267463542295669362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRnKLvnaqnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oW1Vdqj3s3o/s320/n214701925_30928231_9991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/23524518-2269915684304756877?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2269915684304756877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2269915684304756877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2269915684304756877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2269915684304756877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-of-mountain.html' title='Top of the Mountain!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRnJiNTMnDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/bs_pVgUesxs/s72-c/n214701925_30928228_9267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1133395048099667785</id><published>2008-11-05T16:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:13:13.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of that - Look at me!</title><content type='html'>Okay, enough grumpy already. GuitarHero just took my 3 month picture. The biggest change I see this month is in my face!! Here are the "before" face picture and the "3 month" face picture. I think it says everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRILzPF7DLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JW2RNnw_W6g/s1600-h/100_1701face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265283889202138290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRILzPF7DLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JW2RNnw_W6g/s400/100_1701face.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;-----------------------------------------------AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRILA1IFcxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q9Ab3jUCWsY/s1600-h/rk+3+mo+005blog+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265283023238427410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRILA1IFcxI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q9Ab3jUCWsY/s400/rk+3+mo+005blog+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-1133395048099667785?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1133395048099667785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1133395048099667785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1133395048099667785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1133395048099667785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/enough-of-that-look-at-me.html' title='Enough of that - Look at me!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRILzPF7DLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JW2RNnw_W6g/s72-c/100_1701face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7905285679467654057</id><published>2008-11-05T11:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:02:18.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I admit it - I'm grumpy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRHOBWggV9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dpmR59wPXzM/s1600-h/grumpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265215961989928914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRHOBWggV9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dpmR59wPXzM/s200/grumpy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I admit it. I am grumpy! I realized it this morning when GuitarHero and I were have a word battle this morning (that is a nice way to say "yelling at each other"). I've just been mad the last few days. I can't even really tell you why. It's not like there's been one thing that made me mad. It is silly, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I know what it is! Selfishness. I haven't gotten my way. Things keep happening that change my plans. I don't like that. I don't handle that very well. It is one of the things in the past that would've pushed me to eat. I can't eat anymore. Maybe that makes me mad too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dishwasher has been broken for a month. The guy finally came to look at it on Monday and said he'd order the part and be back in a couple of WEEKS to fix it. I'm tired of washing dishes. (Like I don't have anything else to do!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stuck at home 2 days last week with sick children. Now CandyMan has been home every day this week. Yep, he's still home today. After a doctor's visit this morning I found out that really he is all better. His current symptoms are due to introducing milk products too soon during the stomach virus. I thought it was the BRATY (banana, rice, applesauce, toast, yogurt) diet I was suppose to give him. Apparently it is the BRAT diet. Yogurt wasn't a good choice... I'll leave you to your imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been able to exercise for 2 1/2 weeks. I was so sick coughing and couldn't breath enough to walk and now that I'm better, I have a 7 year old home sick and still can't go. I need &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRHP4WXltgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CmQbg9QfvFg/s1600-h/grumpy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265218006356964866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRHP4WXltgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CmQbg9QfvFg/s200/grumpy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the exercise - trust me. It'd do the stress good. It'd make me feel better too. (On a brighter note, I've been lifting weights from home and am getting some arm muscles!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was the monthly Prayer Walk at the kid's school. I really enjoy this each month as I get to walk through the entire school and pray at each classroom door. It is something I look forward to. Didn't get to do it this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really wanted to help in GuitarHero's class this week with a project they are doing. His teacher asked my help on Friday and I've postponed it every day. It is due Friday...she found someone else to do it. I was really looking forward to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst of all, GuitarHero's teacher sent a note home yesterday saying he had 2 assignments that he had known about for 1-2 weeks, but had not begun. He also had not told me about either one! He continues to have late assignments and I don't know how to handle it anymore. I've prayed and asked for God's guidance, but don't have an answer yet. I'm definitely frustrated in this situation. It is so hard being a single parent and not having someone to at least "think out loud" through things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been &lt;em&gt;on my knees&lt;/em&gt; 3 times in the last 24 hours. My mood is irritable. I can usually handle these little things at this point in my life. I thought maybe my blood pressure was back up, but it isn't. I need an attitude check!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've been on hold for 30 minutes to get through to our insurance company and just got hung up on!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I have been talking about being real with others - telling it like it is - good or bad. So...there it is! My reality today. Nobody is perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265218083196870594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRHP80npn8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/cQY381eyRwI/s400/grumpy3.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-7905285679467654057?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7905285679467654057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7905285679467654057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7905285679467654057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7905285679467654057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-admit-it-im-grumpy.html' title='I admit it - I&apos;m grumpy!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SRHOBWggV9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dpmR59wPXzM/s72-c/grumpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7956413700469292905</id><published>2008-11-03T09:20:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:46:59.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Halloween was so much more fun this year for me! I will never forget last year - getting off work late, trying to dress my kids so quickly and rushing, rushing (and crying the whole time). Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;are so much better this year! For starters, we arrived home much earlier with time for dinner and taking our time getting costumes on. Much more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We visited three local churches for the Trunk and Treats. Most of the cars were decorated in biblical themes. That was really neat. They got so much candy, we won't need any more until next year! They ran into some of last year's school friends. They ate lots of junk (hot dogs, chips, hot chocolate and of course, candy). We all laughed and played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;around. It was just pure fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8Lump6rBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TexH8schg8k/s1600-h/100_2373.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439384697646098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8Lump6rBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TexH8schg8k/s200/100_2373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8LaIR6Y0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-e9OziZFpK8/s1600-h/100_2368.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439032946516802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8LaIR6Y0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/-e9OziZFpK8/s200/100_2368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little Missy Prissy was Dorothy from Wizard of Oz. Well, she was "Dorofy" if you asked her! Her costume was beautiful. She won the costume contest at our church's fall festival on Wednesday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8MPsSnVgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/unJFuCbGTYY/s1600-h/100_2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439953146205698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8MPsSnVgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/unJFuCbGTYY/s200/100_2381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CandyMan was a cow! If &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8MaTQO7fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dKnQIrvbUT0/s1600-h/100_2384.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264440135403892210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8MaTQO7fI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dKnQIrvbUT0/s200/100_2384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you knew him as a younger thing, you know that his security item was a stuffed Chick-Fil-A cow. He still collects them and loves them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GuitarHero was indecisive this year. He's in middle school now&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8L4Tkzs2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/QKeZMSOO3SU/s1600-h/100_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439551374635874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8L4Tkzs2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/QKeZMSOO3SU/s200/100_2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8MCsfB3uI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RUdusXqWxGQ/s1600-h/100_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264439729859976930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8MCsfB3uI/AAAAAAAAAV4/RUdusXqWxGQ/s200/100_2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He knows that dressing up is fun, but maybe he's too old? I don't think so, of course! I don't think you are ever too old to dress up!! So at the last minute he chose to wear a "graduation" gown that I had to sell in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/Mama-Ducks-Nest"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my eBay store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He played the part of a Judge! I think he is glad he dressed up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well, despite having a busy day of plans today, I am home working instead. CandyMan finally got the stomach virus that the other two had last week! He's feeling a little better this morning, but is going to rest today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-7956413700469292905?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7956413700469292905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7956413700469292905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7956413700469292905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7956413700469292905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-treat.html' title='What a Treat!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQ8Lump6rBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TexH8schg8k/s72-c/100_2373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1930213022033639431</id><published>2008-10-28T10:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:08:46.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQcjQLLH1AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qtJPaEAmjLs/s1600-h/jk+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262213450390033410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQcjQLLH1AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qtJPaEAmjLs/s200/jk+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Guitar Hero was given an essay to write about the person he respects the most. Here is his paper:&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;“My Mom”&lt;br /&gt;By Guitar Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could pick one person that I respect most it would be my mom. I would pick my mom because she is good at cooking, sewing, and spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is amazing at cooking. She could cook anything as long as you gave her the recipe for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also good at sewing. She has sewed just about every costume that we have had. That is good because Halloween is coming up soon. It is also good because she can fix a lot of our clothes back together, which is helpful if our uniform breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also good at spending. You have to know a lot about prices to be a good spender. Being a good spender means we get a lot more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also good at other things like caring, loving and being healthy. My mom is great and I hope you think she is too. Maybe if you get to know her you would like her just as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-1930213022033639431?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1930213022033639431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1930213022033639431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1930213022033639431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1930213022033639431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQcjQLLH1AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/qtJPaEAmjLs/s72-c/jk+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4505937937518309110</id><published>2008-10-27T12:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:09:38.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've made another goal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The main reason that I started this weight loss journey was to get healthy. I was taking a handful of medications every day and hated that! I wanted to be off of the medicines that I could get off of. And now I officially have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I went off of blood pressure medication immediately after surgery and haven't needed it since. (My BP today at the doctor was 119/80) The next medication I was able to quit was Singulair - for allergies/breathing. The last medication I wanted off of was for high cholesterol. I was retested last week and got those results back today. I've never heard of anyone's cholesterol being this low!! I'm free from another pill! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;My results compared to a year ago (both on the same medication):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cholesterol 9/07 (185) &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;now (85)&lt;/span&gt; (ideal is &lt;200)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;LDL (bad cholesterol) 9/07 (102) &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;now (39)&lt;/span&gt; (ideal is &lt;130)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Triglycerides 9/07 (252) &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;now (63)&lt;/span&gt; (ideal is &lt;150)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wooo-hooooo!! Here is my picture from last week. I'll be taking a new one this week since it will be my 3 month anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261870842164991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQXrpwE61jI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mSlL1xB8wqY/s400/2+%26+a+half+mo..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Now if I can just get rid of this laryngitis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-4505937937518309110?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4505937937518309110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4505937937518309110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4505937937518309110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4505937937518309110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-made-another-goal.html' title='I&apos;ve made another goal!!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQXrpwE61jI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mSlL1xB8wqY/s72-c/2+%26+a+half+mo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3857001923220484845</id><published>2008-10-24T16:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:10:12.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We should just call it "Sick Break"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQI2hjJ6GlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fquBaa-DKNw/s1600-h/headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260827264722541138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQI2hjJ6GlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fquBaa-DKNw/s200/headache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;CandyMan was sick for Spring Break. Now I am sick for Fall Break. No fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've been fighting a cold all week. On Wednesday I went to the doctor to have my cholesterol rechecked and was offered a flu shot. Well, sure! Let's go ahead with that while I'm here. I was planning on taking the kids to the health department when I got home to get all of our shots there anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;When I arrived home CandyMan had a low grade fever and wasn't feeling well. I realized that he shouldn't have the flu shot since he wasn't feeling well. That was when I realized that maybe I shouldn't have had the shot either, since I hadn't been feeling great. Too late. I was sick by that evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Last night, I got to go sit in the hot tub with Lisa for a couple hours! It seems like so long since we've gotten to talk. It was so good to see her! I was hoping the steam effect would help my sinuses too. I think it did. And the whole experience enabled me to have a good night sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;But this morning I woke up completely unable to talk. And I do mean completely. I can whisper. But that is all. It is pitiful. I also have felt terrible. I get dizzy when I stand up. No fever though (thankfully!). So I've pretty much laid around on the couch watching TV all day. If you know me at all, you know that this is very rare for me - and that I have NOT enjoyed it. TV is so stupid (that is probably why I get dizzy when I stand up! ha!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well, I'm going to tough it out and go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fbconcord.org/templates/System/details.asp?id=28863&amp;amp;PID=377612"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;tonight anyway. I'm just going to go armed with plenty of liquids and maybe a sign that says "I can't talk, but I do love you". I'll just be a good listener tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hopefully I'll be feeling a lot better tomorrow! We have some fun plans for the next 2 days and I want to enjoy them! CandyMan has a football game in the morning. We are going to Lisa's family's annual Haunted Forest Party tomorrow night. I'm leading Daughters of the King small group on Sunday morning, church, then a birthday party for a special lady Sunday night. Fun stuff! I hope...&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/23524518-3857001923220484845?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3857001923220484845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3857001923220484845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3857001923220484845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3857001923220484845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-should-just-call-it-sick-break.html' title='We should just call it &quot;Sick Break&quot;'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SQI2hjJ6GlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fquBaa-DKNw/s72-c/headache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-9053644052283453933</id><published>2008-10-15T14:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:10:28.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know something you don't know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Since Monday I've been telling my kids, "I know something you don't know!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPZIkbehs5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YyF7kHLbtug/s1600-h/kids+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257469405689918354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPZIkbehs5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YyF7kHLbtug/s200/kids+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Princess' teacher shared with me on Sunday that she was going to receive an award this week at school. The award is given every 9 weeks to one child in each class and she'd chosen Kennedy. It is called "Pastor's Partners". It is given to the child who shows outstanding Christian character. I was so excited for my little one to receive this award - since she's always seeing her brothers do things (inevitable for the youngest, I suppose).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I've been telling the kids that one of them had been chose as a "Pastor's Partner". They've begged me to tell them which one it was. I wanted to make sure that Princess knew what the award was so that when she received it, she'd know what an honor it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The awards were given out at chapel this afternoon. Sure enough, Princess' name was called for the kindergarten class and she went forward to accept her award and stand with the pastor. All three of my children were beaming smiles at me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well!! I did know something that they didn't know - that she was getting the award - but I didn't know ALL of it! The surprise was on me! When they announced that the second grade award went to CandyMan my eyeballs about popped out of their sockets! He smiled so big - it was so cute to see him so proud of himself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then... you guessed it! The sixth grade award went to GuitarHero. By this point I was crying! Many teachers were turning to look at me to see my reaction. I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open quite widely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am amazed at how blessed I am. I have three of the most wonderful children. I am so proud of them! I know I've said it before, but we are so blessed to be at this school where they pray and learn about Jesus and the Bible every day. I am so thankful! Despite having no (earthly) father in their lives right now, God is filling their needs. My children are overcoming their difficult circumstances. It is all because of God's grace and amazing love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257469089657923298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPZISCKoJuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gjU8j_yb7wk/s320/kids+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-9053644052283453933?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9053644052283453933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=9053644052283453933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/9053644052283453933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/9053644052283453933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-something-you-dont-know.html' title='I know something you don&apos;t know!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPZIkbehs5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/YyF7kHLbtug/s72-c/kids+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-950396527378934021</id><published>2008-10-13T11:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:03:48.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My friend and accountability partner &lt;a href="http://kendraspurpose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kendra &lt;/a&gt;has been on me wanting me to post my two month picture. I'm doing really good - feeling great! I have more energy than I did before. I'm walking at least 3 days a week - almost 3 miles each day. On the other days, I'm lifting weights - doing resistance training to try to fill that excess skin. I had a personal goal that I hoped to lose by Christmas and I've already lost that (in 2 1/2 months). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;On Saturday, I bagged up all of my clothes that previously fit - 4 lawn trash bags full!! I'm going to donate them to a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/water%20angels%20knoxville"&gt;homeless ministry&lt;/a&gt;. I am not ready to buy a new wardrobe, since I plan to lose even more. I've been so blessed to have a couple friends who've given and loaned me some of their clothes to wear during this transition period. Otherwise, I'd really have NOTHING to wear!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The coolest (and strangest - for me) part is that I really don't enjoy food anymore. Frequently it is an inconvienence to have to eat. I know I have to eat to get some protein and nutrition - and that is the only reason I eat now. I sure wouldn't have thought that God could work this change in my heart and lifestyle! Of course, He can do anything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I want to recommend a book to you. It is the book that began this change in my heart. It isn't a diet. It is a change of heart. Go &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=87216&amp;amp;event=CF"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Okay, so here is my "before" picture that was taken at the end of July this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256669161875594210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPNwwG9YW-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/eFMrXxXp68U/s320/Before+surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And here is the picture that was taken 2 months later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256668843860269970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPNwdmQnm5I/AAAAAAAAAUo/FAH8YB4AAmw/s320/2+months+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;In just 2 more weeks I'll be taking another picture and I'll post it then - that will be my 3 month anniversary on the "Loser's Bench"!&lt;/span&gt;&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/23524518-950396527378934021?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/950396527378934021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=950396527378934021&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/950396527378934021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/950396527378934021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SPNwwG9YW-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/eFMrXxXp68U/s72-c/Before+surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2477880669904957159</id><published>2008-10-13T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:50:22.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Kendra and Essie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm so excited to introduce you to two of my sweet sisters in Daughters of the King.  They've jumped on the blog-wagon.  Go see them and welcome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kendraspurpose.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Kendra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://essiesims.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Essie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'll try to blog more later today, sweet Essie!  I love you two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-2477880669904957159?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2477880669904957159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2477880669904957159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2477880669904957159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2477880669904957159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-kendra-and-essie.html' title='Welcome Kendra and Essie!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4579219747987243029</id><published>2008-10-04T11:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:09:05.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Themes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I haven't updated lately. Sorry. I've just been living life. That was my goal this year - to live. Last year's theme was "survive". I did that...even though there were days when it felt like I wouldn't. This year I wanted to do more than survive. I wanted to LIVE! Last year, life was running me. This year, I wanted to be more aware and be able to make choices about my life - to let God run my life, but be okay with that. Does that make sense? I just wanted to enjoy this year more! And I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My days are very, very full. Some days I don't even get any work done. Sometimes that worries me, since I'm already on a very low income! But I've been determined to do exactly and only what God wants me to be doing each day. And I am. And He is providing everything we need. Some months it is so very close, but it is all there. I trust Him. I have every reason to. He is faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And it isn't all about finances. As a single mother, it has been hard not to make money my primary focus for providing for my kids. Once I was able to put that aside and trust God for that I was able to provide so much more for them! They needed me in so many other ways. I am so thankful that I can focus on their spiritual and emotional needs and not ALL on their physical needs. It allows me to really feel like their mom again (and not just their caretaker). I can meet thier needs of providing a home, clothes, meals, etc... But I can also spend my time raising them and teaching them and playing with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SOeU_A06pWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yh5Y0C5w8S0/s1600-h/j0423103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253331300625589602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SOeU_A06pWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yh5Y0C5w8S0/s200/j0423103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm amazed at what God has done in my family. He has been so good to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I wonder what next year's theme will be? Maybe LOVE! &lt;a href="http://crazylovebook.com/"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/a&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/23524518-4579219747987243029?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4579219747987243029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4579219747987243029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4579219747987243029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4579219747987243029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-themes.html' title='Life&apos;s Themes'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SOeU_A06pWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yh5Y0C5w8S0/s72-c/j0423103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1931471988035375190</id><published>2008-09-15T13:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:07:15.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CandyMan was baptized yesterday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It was a really sweet service. I will always remember it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Toward the end of the service, CandyMan asked if he could go up to the altar to pray. He knew he was being baptized that morning. As he walked up there, I noticed that he was barefoot (he'd left his flipflops under his chair beside me). Almost immediately, GuitarHero followed him. As CandyMan knelt at the altar and bowed his face to the ground, GuitarHero bowed over him. Then "Mr. Dentist" and his son came and laid his hands on them both and prayed over them. And I cried. It was so sweet to watch a brother and men praying over my sons. I was so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Then to stand and watch my sweet boy be baptized and my church family cheer for him! It was so sweet. So precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;CandyMan had asked "Mr. Dentist" to baptize him. He is the husband of my small group leader (the one for single women). He watches our children during our group time. He has become a very special man in my children's lives. He blesses them (and thus me) so much! I am so thankful for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246310302827845762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SM6jbJ2GmII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Cqz8_eiY-0g/s320/bk+baptism+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It was a beautiful Sunday and a blessed day for me as a mother! I have prayed for this child since before he was born. I am so honored to be his mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246310936681430594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SM6kADIkvkI/AAAAAAAAAUY/pnEBngVBueM/s400/bk+baptism+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23524518-1931471988035375190?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1931471988035375190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1931471988035375190&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1931471988035375190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1931471988035375190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/candyman-was-baptized-yesterday.html' title='CandyMan was baptized yesterday!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SM6jbJ2GmII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Cqz8_eiY-0g/s72-c/bk+baptism+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1386636753640000302</id><published>2008-09-12T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:59:17.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Texans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm sure you are all praying for those in the path of Hurricane Ike. Please pray specifically for my brother and his wife, Brian and Wendy. They live in Houston, TX and have stayed there to try and stick it out. It's going to be bad. They've already been told to expect to be without power for a week or more. My family appreciates your prayers.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245257659608420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMrmDQRbTuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WhegEOB9ttY/s400/DSCF1661.JPG" border="0" /&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/23524518-1386636753640000302?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1386636753640000302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1386636753640000302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1386636753640000302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1386636753640000302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/praying-for-texans.html' title='Praying for Texans'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMrmDQRbTuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WhegEOB9ttY/s72-c/DSCF1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2143837790519682419</id><published>2008-09-08T19:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:45:04.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some family pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMWxa8NYVsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w6XmbY3L8dk/s1600-h/fav.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243792417539774146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMWxa8NYVsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w6XmbY3L8dk/s320/fav.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMWxLaa3UkI/AAAAAAAAATw/vB8FcNbwtSY/s1600-h/horiz+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243792150771487298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMWxLaa3UkI/AAAAAAAAATw/vB8FcNbwtSY/s320/horiz+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am pretty bad about not taking pictures of my children anymore.  I'm so far behind in scrapbooking and besides the lack of time, I dread starting where I left off (pre-seperation/divorce).  I'm afraid it will be painful...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway - even when I take pictures of the kids - I am never in them!  So it was great when mom offered to take our picture on Sunday when we arrived at their house after church.  I probably shouldn't be posting this, since you'll probably all get them in my Christmas cards (if I get around to sending them!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;On another note, CandyMan got his first pair of glasses this evening.  He was really nervous about it, but after putting them on and seeing how much better he can see - he is thrilled!  Here is my smart boy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243794478406704002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMWzS5iWG4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Q3T4x8mRdQI/s320/bk+glasses+003+fav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/23524518-2143837790519682419?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2143837790519682419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2143837790519682419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2143837790519682419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2143837790519682419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-family-pictures.html' title='Some family pictures'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMWxa8NYVsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w6XmbY3L8dk/s72-c/fav.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6798253529725930476</id><published>2008-09-04T21:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:26:29.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One month can make a big difference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I haven't blogged much lately because summer break is over and life is up and running again! Crazy busy!! A few friends have asked me how I am doing since my surgery though, so I thought it might be time for a quick update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am really doing great! I have completely healed from the surgery and have been released to normal activities. I'm having no problem what-so-ever with my eating, drinking, vitamins, or exercise. I don't have many clothes that fit. I'm having more energy than I've had in a long, long time. I can't tell you how great that I feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Most importantly, my relationship with God has strengthened so much as a result of this! I have been able to really let go of my love for food and put that focus on Him. Food is truly for nourishment now. I feel more free than I've ever felt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Of course you are wondering about "the number". How much have I lost? Well, sure that is important to me - in that the less that I weigh, the better I'll feel and the healthier I'll be. It is a good number that I'm very surprised and pleased by. But it isn't all about the number for me. So, after one month... I'll give you the pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before the surgery and One month after the surgery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMCJWGskY3I/AAAAAAAAATg/sYo7nwCDXFM/s1600-h/Before+surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242340979106931570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMCJWGskY3I/AAAAAAAAATg/sYo7nwCDXFM/s320/Before+surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMCJtjPv-mI/AAAAAAAAATo/BwNd_cE6Olc/s1600-h/1+month.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242341381907675746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMCJtjPv-mI/AAAAAAAAATo/BwNd_cE6Olc/s320/1+month.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-6798253529725930476?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6798253529725930476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6798253529725930476&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6798253529725930476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6798253529725930476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-month-can-make-big-difference.html' title='One month can make a big difference!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SMCJWGskY3I/AAAAAAAAATg/sYo7nwCDXFM/s72-c/Before+surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2960596713886891340</id><published>2008-08-20T11:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:50:50.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Bible Study is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I got to be apart of an incredible Bible Study this summer. My friend &lt;a href="http://lisafindingmytruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa &lt;/a&gt;and I decided to do something together this summer to keep us in the Word and not get too lazy. We thought it'd be fun to do this study and get together every other week for lunch at her house and discuss it. My friend &lt;a href="http://bastica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen &lt;/a&gt;(in Ohio) told me about the study and invited me to do it. Lisa had seen it on the web and thought about it already. So - there you go! We decided to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I had NO idea how it would change my life! I always expect to be challenged when I do a Bible Study, but I never saw this coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The study was introduced on &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Moore's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She challenged women to join her in doing a study over the summer. She put a video on the blog every other week to watch and discuss with your group. Women from all 50 states proceeded to sign up! I know that over 500 finished it - the count is still rising. Then Lisa's sister-in-law &lt;a href="http://lifemomentsbybeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth &lt;/a&gt;joined in and the three of us spent the summer doing the &lt;a href="http://www.livingroomseries.com/"&gt;"No Other Gods" study by Kelly Minter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I had been "jumping through all of the hoops" to get my surgery approved and scheduled since January. I had been praying about it all along the way. I had been asking God for the strength to go through with it. The surgery is not easy. And it is just a tool. It still takes great discipline and restraint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This study really made me aware of how much my love for food and eating was a sin. It became so apparent that it was an idol in my life. I was challenged to give it up as an offering to God. This process brought me to the point of being so willing to make right eating choices for God. I even lost 10 pounds before the surgery. It has had a great impact on my heart. I am thankful! I feel like I've been set free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Here are my Summer Siestas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236626434634373314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SKw7_1nNWMI/AAAAAAAAATY/nvtj1z2re4c/s320/sbs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-2960596713886891340?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2960596713886891340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2960596713886891340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2960596713886891340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2960596713886891340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-bible-study-is-over.html' title='Summer Bible Study is over!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SKw7_1nNWMI/AAAAAAAAATY/nvtj1z2re4c/s72-c/sbs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2591282053686535796</id><published>2008-08-11T09:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:52:27.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And...they're off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, today is the day. It's been much anticipated and a little dreaded. My little ducklings are all at school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, I am excited about the new school and so, so thankful for God's gift that they can all three attend. I am sure that it will be a better year. I just wish that I could homeschool them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;They all handled it like pros. I'm so proud of them. Missy Prissy did ask me three times, "Mommy, what if I'm not brave and I'm shy?" She is such an outgoing child - after she gets to know you. She is VERY shy at first and it is so hard for her to get past it. Now, once she's past it, look out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I walked them in to the morning assembly (they start everyday all together in assembly for prayer and devotion!!). After each class was dismissed and went to their classrooms, I went down to Missy's room to carry the rest of her stuff down to her. She had big tears in her eyes (before she even saw me). When she saw me, she started bawling! I took her into the hall and held her for a few minutes. Her teacher was taking the class to show them where the bathrooms were, so she went with them bravely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Letting go... again...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233257359220056914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SKBD11qCo1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RiaNYyRXz24/s400/100_19154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/23524518-2591282053686535796?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2591282053686535796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2591282053686535796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2591282053686535796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2591282053686535796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/andtheyre-off.html' title='And...they&apos;re off!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SKBD11qCo1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/RiaNYyRXz24/s72-c/100_19154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7036479617380280654</id><published>2008-08-08T11:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:01:18.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This ain't no public school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm so excited! We went to the kid's new school Open House last night. It was so amazingly different than public school! I'm so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SJxti6q7dRI/AAAAAAAAATA/gdT_QwGfJs0/s1600-h/j0396146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232177313729967378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SJxti6q7dRI/AAAAAAAAATA/gdT_QwGfJs0/s320/j0396146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To hear that my children's teachers have been praying for them by name every day this summer and will continue to do so every day this year! To begin the assembly with prayer! To end the assembly with laying hands on each teacher and praying for them!! I was so ecstatic and had to be glowing!! I can't tell you what it felt like to put my hand on Guitar Hero's teacher and pray for her and to look her in the eyes afterwards and see her tears and hug her!! Wow!! How powerful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;School starts on Monday. I know most moms are so ready for school to start by this point. I'm not. Sorry, but I'm not! I love having my kids at home! I do! I love having lazy evenings with them, staying up with them, sleeping in. I love being able to go and do as we please! I love their relaxed attitudes that no school allows. I love their hugs throughout the day as I'm working. I even love their interruptions and opportunities to spend time one on one with each child! But it is almost over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Back to hurry, hurry. Back to schedules, homework, agendas, studying, mealtimes, bedtimes, and all the emotions and upsets that go with all of that structure!! Still, maybe it will be better with all the additional prayer from the school. Do you know that everyday at school will begin with an assembly where they will pray and have a devotion? How very different from public school. What a great tone to start the day! Oh, how I pray it will make the difference in my children too!&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/23524518-7036479617380280654?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7036479617380280654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7036479617380280654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7036479617380280654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7036479617380280654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-aint-no-public-school.html' title='This ain&apos;t no public school!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SJxti6q7dRI/AAAAAAAAATA/gdT_QwGfJs0/s72-c/j0396146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8735841022649319472</id><published>2008-08-04T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:09:51.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it's no secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, it's been a little while since I've blogged. It feels longer than it's actually been!! There is a reason for this. I've had a major life changing event take place and I wasn't ready to share yet. I think most of you know now though. So here I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I had surgery on Tuesday. Yes, one week ago tomorrow. I was in the hospital for 2 nights. It was planned surgery. I knew it was coming (for a couple of months actually). It was just something I had prayed about a great deal and needed as few distractions as possible before doing. Most people have their opinions about this surgery and won't hesitate to tell you (or bombard you, in some cases!). I needed to stay on track with the research that I had gathered, as well as the preparation that needed to be done without having to reassure too many people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Do I have your curiosity peaked enough yet? Are you thinking I had breast enhancement? No, of course you aren't. You know me way better than that!! I had gastric bypass surgery. It was a huge decision for me. It was not considered lightly. Much research and prayer went into it. I feel really good about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It has been a hard week, but not too hard. I've had a great support system of close friends. I can't help but sing &lt;a href="http://lisafindingmytruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa's &lt;/a&gt;praises at this point. What a friend! She stayed in the hospital with me all but one night shift. She is the one who pushed me to do every single thing the doctor wanted me to do (so lovingly). I couldn't have done it without her. I didn't know I'd need the help. God did. He sent Lisa. I'm so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Also, my sweet friend Kendra. She kept my Missy Prissy. She's arranged meals to be brought to my children for the first week (can't tell you how thoughtful that is, since I can't eat!!). Many others have helped too. Thanks so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Where am I at now? I am drinking 64 ounces of fluid every day - approx. 60 grams of which is protein. Every day I feel a little better. I drove to Food City for a quick trip yesterday. I worked half a day today and rested before driving to a support group meeting tonight. It was good to be with other people who've had the surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, here is my "before picture". Enjoy, since I will be changing rapidly (10.5 pounds less already). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231050864107165778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SJhtC60bmFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Yugt-03NYCQ/s320/100_1700.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-8735841022649319472?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8735841022649319472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8735841022649319472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8735841022649319472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8735841022649319472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-guess-its-no-secret.html' title='I guess it&apos;s no secret...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SJhtC60bmFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Yugt-03NYCQ/s72-c/100_1700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6762269573284514420</id><published>2008-07-20T18:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:28:29.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with a childhood friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SIO6rMYLMuI/AAAAAAAAASY/1XFiFGpRsuo/s1600-h/Richelle+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225243899671266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SIO6rMYLMuI/AAAAAAAAASY/1XFiFGpRsuo/s200/Richelle+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SIO6gEMo1fI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QRFRgzXh9vQ/s1600-h/elise+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225225052725237234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SIO6gEMo1fI/AAAAAAAAASQ/QRFRgzXh9vQ/s200/elise+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have recently reconnected with a childhood friend. It's been amazing! We were friends from the time I was 9 yrs until 15 yrs old. We were neighbors actually - on a great street full of kids our age. We haven't seen or spoken to each other since early high school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We met yesterday morning and had a quick breakfast together! She was in town visiting her mom. We hope to do it again sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The coolest thing is this - she is a Christian. She became a Christian just a few years ago. We have a lot in common too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Anyway, it was really neat to get caught up with her. I look forward to building that friendship again!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225222655170933474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SIO4UgnJcuI/AAAAAAAAASI/kshhvB_CulE/s200/100_16912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/23524518-6762269573284514420?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6762269573284514420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6762269573284514420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6762269573284514420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6762269573284514420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/breakfast-with-childhood-friend.html' title='Breakfast with a childhood friend!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SIO6rMYLMuI/AAAAAAAAASY/1XFiFGpRsuo/s72-c/Richelle+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3965790357901628657</id><published>2008-07-10T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:41:33.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero Answers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Finally we have some answers about some of Guitar Hero's weird symptoms! It all adds up! But it took a very scary event for us to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Remember - since January he's called me from school several times saying that he's had an episode where he can't see and everything turns green. He was also sent home at least 3 days after vomiting at school - and then seemed fine soon after coming home. I was really getting to the point of thinking it was psychosomatic - brought on by stress. It was really frustrating how many days this child didn't feel well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I thought once school was over, he'd improve drastically. Well, he hasn't really. He has days when he doesn't feel like doing anything but sitting still and watching TV. He just honestly doesn't feel well, but can't really tell me what feels bad. But if I try to push him to play or go somewhere, it isn't pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Last week we were running a few errands (me and three little ducklings). Guitar Hero was in one of his really cranky moods and was complaining that his head hurt. He was very irritable with all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The last stop was at the grocery store. We were done shopping and in the check out line. All of a sudden, he reaches his hands out and says, "Mom, it's happening again! I can't see anything! Everything is green!" He's swaying around like he might fall and I get close to him to hold him. About that time, he starts to go down. He had no control of his body - he was passing out on me! I held him up and kept saying his name. Several Food City employees came over to help. Then he said, "Mom, I think I'm going to throw up." I grabbed a bag and held it for him while he heaved. It was all I could do to keep him on his feet. His face was white! It was so scary! One employee wheeled up a wheelchair so he could sit down. Another one came running from the deli with a cup of ice. His face then turned green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It was so terrifying! He got to feeling better after a few minutes. Food City was so great to help! CandyMan helped the man get our groceries into the car. I wheeled Guitar Hero to the car and helped him in. I got him a banana to eat right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We went on home, but scheduled an appointment with his doctor for first thing in the morning. His pediatricians (have I said before how great they are!?) both examined him thoroughly. It was determined that he is having &lt;a href="http://women.webmd.com/guide/migraines-headaches-migraines"&gt;migraine &lt;/a&gt;headaches with &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/migraines-headaches/tc/migraine-headaches-symptoms"&gt;auras&lt;/a&gt;. I hate to hear this for him, but I am glad to know what has been going on with him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHYRdtr6FQI/AAAAAAAAASA/QG-Uq87Qc94/s1600-h/headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221380020160304386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHYRdtr6FQI/AAAAAAAAASA/QG-Uq87Qc94/s200/headache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are keeping a "headache journal". This will be helpful to the doctors in determining what kind of treatment he needs. We have been warned to expect some problems once school starts in the fall, due to stress.&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/23524518-3965790357901628657?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3965790357901628657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3965790357901628657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3965790357901628657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3965790357901628657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/guitar-hero-answers.html' title='Guitar Hero Answers!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHYRdtr6FQI/AAAAAAAAASA/QG-Uq87Qc94/s72-c/headache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6803390385285379061</id><published>2008-07-06T18:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:45:54.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great summer day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We've had a great Independence Day weekend, for the most part. The only bad part about it is that Guitar Hero has been feeling poorly. He was diagnosed with migraines on Wednesday (after having a terrifying episode in Food City on Tuesday). He's been coughing and tired ever since. So, I don't think his weekend was very good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFK3dPCYDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rRtj3VkRhQg/s1600-h/flag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220035759700074546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" height="102" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFK3dPCYDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rRtj3VkRhQg/s200/flag2.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We spent the 4th (Friday) in the pool at my parents. We celebrated the holiday with a fun street party cook out with fireworks. Half the neighborhood was there. Very fun! It was a great day. Then we went back again today. Sometimes you just want to do it all. Today was one of those days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFJoE4LLuI/AAAAAAAAARY/tU_OpTm4kZk/s1600-h/pontoon+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220034395952066274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFJoE4LLuI/AAAAAAAAARY/tU_OpTm4kZk/s200/pontoon+boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We began the day with a boat ride. Mom and Dad traded their fish-n-ski boat for a pontoon boat last summer. It is great for taking rides in. I keep trying to talk them into getting a tube to pull the kids behind the boat. I don't know why they haven't?? Guitar Hero went with us for this excursion, but he fell asleep on my shoulder. CandyMan and Missy Prissy took turns driving (with Grandpa's help, of course).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Then we came in for a picnic. Mom cut open a watermelon and it turned out to be one &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFJ-HAE_2I/AAAAAAAAARo/D5BvT5bgR2s/s1600-h/watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220034774479208290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFJ-HAE_2I/AAAAAAAAARo/D5BvT5bgR2s/s200/watermelon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of those newer yellow watermelons. She was so disappointed - she'd been looking forward to a juicy red watermelon all weekend. So she closed her eyes and ate it (pretending it was red). It was actually very good! CandyMan has twice had an allergic reaction to watermelon (last summer). He ate this watermelon and had no reaction! Interesting, huh? He was thrilled, since it was so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFJ24ejTtI/AAAAAAAAARg/GFeRNbkvTuY/s1600-h/j0428562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220034650321407698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFJ24ejTtI/AAAAAAAAARg/GFeRNbkvTuY/s200/j0428562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we spent the afternoon in the pool. It was a very hot day which makes a perfect day to lay in the water all afternoon! It was relaxing and refreshing! Mom always stocks the outside fridge with popsicles and various ice cream treats - and NEVER says no if you ask for one. CandyMan had 2 popsicles and 3 ice cream sandwiches, Missy Prissy had 4 popsicles and 1 ice cream sandwich. Of course, that doesn't include the cokes and sprites they were freely given! They love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now we are home. Two children are whipped by all the fun and sun. One is just whipped from being ill (poor guy). It was a great 3 day weekend! Hope yours was too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23524518-6803390385285379061?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6803390385285379061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6803390385285379061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6803390385285379061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6803390385285379061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-great-summer-day.html' title='What a great summer day!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SHFK3dPCYDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rRtj3VkRhQg/s72-c/flag2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8497208269663952680</id><published>2008-06-26T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:49:10.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for a Big Brother for Guitar Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have debated about doing it. Then I filled out the application online for it. Then the paperwork was completed. And then it sat on my desk. There was a section for Guitar Hero to complete. But I needed to explain it to him. And so there was a short delay. Why? I really don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But today Guitar Hero completed his section of the application for the &lt;a href="http://www.bbbs.org/site/c.diJKKYPLJvH/b.1539751/k.BDB6/Home.htm"&gt;Big Brothers Big Sisters &lt;/a&gt;program. I will mail it tomorrow and be praying for a good placement for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I want to share with you his answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Would you like to have a BIG? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Why would you like to have a BIG? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because I feel that I need to be encouraged more. Because my dad has let me down so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;3. What would you like us to tell a BIG about you? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like video games, Yugioh cards, football, and going to baseball games."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;4. If you could have one wish, what would it be? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would like a man to look out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;5. What would you like to be when you grow up? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If I go to college and work hard, I would be an engineer. Or if I can't be an engineer, then I would like to be an archeologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;6. Describe an adult who has made you feel good about yourself by encouraging you and being your friend. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mom makes me feel good in times when I'm down and encourages me when I need it the most. We have long talks together and big discussions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;If you read this, wouldn't you want to be a Big Brother to such a cool kid!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216248360073857682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SGPWPyJqipI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AIT2WDETspc/s320/jk.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-8497208269663952680?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8497208269663952680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8497208269663952680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8497208269663952680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8497208269663952680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoping-for-big-brother-for-guitar-hero.html' title='Hoping for a Big Brother for Guitar Hero!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SGPWPyJqipI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AIT2WDETspc/s72-c/jk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1502035991431813733</id><published>2008-06-25T14:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:01:09.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attacks after the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Wow! God really worked in lives this past weekend at the &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/journey-with-jesus.html"&gt;Journey with Jesus &lt;/a&gt;event! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SGKVbAmWeiI/AAAAAAAAARI/jP386s8_2Dk/s1600-h/jesus-christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215895609698318882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="136" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SGKVbAmWeiI/AAAAAAAAARI/jP386s8_2Dk/s200/jesus-christ.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Satan is working hard to undo it! I don't think that I've ever heard of so many attacks on so many people after an event like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We've had 2 ladies who've had their cars die on them. Two other ladies who've had car wrecks (one was taken to the emergency room!). Another lady fell at work and hurt her head. And several others who are struggling from personal attacks. This is crazy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We cannot let him gain any power over us through this. We must do as Galatians 5: 1 says: "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand firm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery." We must remain strong in our faith! Please pray for the "Daughters of the King" - the small group of ladies who worked this event!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&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/23524518-1502035991431813733?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1502035991431813733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1502035991431813733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1502035991431813733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1502035991431813733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/attacks-after-journey.html' title='Attacks after the Journey'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SGKVbAmWeiI/AAAAAAAAARI/jP386s8_2Dk/s72-c/jesus-christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4872039422475686673</id><published>2008-06-16T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:50:56.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey With Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It has been a couple of years since I have taken apart in the planning of a church event. I have missed it so much. It is my gift and I haven't been using my gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My small group at &lt;a href="http://www.northstarknox.com/"&gt;church &lt;/a&gt;has planned and worked toward a very special event for our church that will take place this weekend. I have gotten to be apart of the team helping. I haven't been in charge of it. Whew! I admit that I miss coordinating ministries and events, but I think I have to slowly get back to that. My brain is pretty full most days and I'm afraid of overloading it! But it has been wonderful to be apart of it. And I really can't wait for this weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The event is called "A &lt;a href="http://www.northstarknox.com/NorthStarNews.htm"&gt;Journey with Jesus&lt;/a&gt;". It is a personal hands-on walk towards growing closer to God. I can't wait to do the walk myself! God has been preparing me for my own journey (painfully and with many tears so far). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;If you live here in Knoxville, I want to invite you to my church for this event! You can come ANYTIME on Friday between 5-9pm, or on Saturday between 10am-6pm. You just show up (as you are). It is something that you can do by yourself or with your spouse. There is childcare provided. I am sincere when I invite you (even if you go to another church and all). This is going to be a life changing event for anyone who comes. I have no doubt of that! And I don't want anyone that I know to miss it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212600041089028802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFbgHq1MUsI/AAAAAAAAARA/pM6zyaRdYWM/s400/Journey.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-4872039422475686673?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4872039422475686673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4872039422475686673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4872039422475686673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4872039422475686673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/journey-with-jesus.html' title='A Journey With Jesus'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFbgHq1MUsI/AAAAAAAAARA/pM6zyaRdYWM/s72-c/Journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7064029272329741762</id><published>2008-06-13T17:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:08:37.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Expecting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFLvzo7T5mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/86EAytFkcJ8/s1600-h/j0385802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211491389259638370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFLvzo7T5mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/86EAytFkcJ8/s200/j0385802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Yep, you read that right. She, being Long-Gone-Papa's new wife (who supposedly can't have children) is pregnant. I've felt bad for hoping that they would never have children. But I've come to realize that I really don't wish for this poor girl to be infertile. I wish for L-G-P to be infertile! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This man has three beautiful children whom he cares nothing about! Two of them have had birthdays in the last month and he has barely acknowledged them - no gifts, nothing! These are children! Heart-broken children to say the least. Children who want to spend Father's Day with their dad? Nope, not even that anymore. They are so hurt, they want to spend it with MY dad! He's more of a man in their life than their dad is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Does this man really need another child? I feel sorry for this child. I feel sorry for his wife! But, more than anything, I feel sorry for my little ducklings. They don't deserve to have to share him (what little there is of him) with a new baby. Sure, he won't do anymore for this new child than he has for my three. But they won't know that so much - since this new child will be living with their daddy. You know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's just disgusting!&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/23524518-7064029272329741762?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7064029272329741762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7064029272329741762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7064029272329741762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7064029272329741762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-expecting.html' title='She&apos;s Expecting!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFLvzo7T5mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/86EAytFkcJ8/s72-c/j0385802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-9104480105942317967</id><published>2008-06-13T17:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:58:26.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Business is picking up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This week has been the first week that I've been able to devote all my "work time" to &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/Mama-Ducks-Nest"&gt;Mama Duck's Nest&lt;/a&gt;. Actually, I worked at my other job for a little while on Monday morning, but other than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFLtcjVtTqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hGSV6W4QBo8/s1600-h/duck+nest+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211488793599495842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFLtcjVtTqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hGSV6W4QBo8/s200/duck+nest+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a great week! I've enjoyed it much more than my other job. And I'm seeing results already! I've been to the post office every day this week with armloads. It's been great! AND I can see a little more of the floor in my office, which is a great thing! I've been buying, but not listing for a couple of months (while working my other job). I've spent the week listing items. I've listed 112 more items in the last few days. And I took yesterday afternoon off to go play with the kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's also been a very difficult week. Guitar Hero has been on some medicine for over a month now that has helped him so much! I've seen some great things happening and even others have noticed. BUT! It caused him to lose his appetite and he lost 8 pounds! The doctor had to take him off of it! So he tried another kind. We began that on Sunday. It went downhill from there. By Wednesday he was flat out evil! CandyMan and Missy Prissy were totally freaked out by his meanness. I was too. Then on Thursday, he was just completely miserable. I took the kids to lunch and to the fountains to play. He didn't even want to go. He wanted to come home and do nothing. At lunch, he ate nothing and just sat there trying to pull his hair out (literally!). At one point he started banging his head on the table. He didn't even realize he was doing it until I pointed it out! Poor kid. That is when I realized - the new medicine!! I called the doctor and he stopped that medicine immediately. I picked up another new kind today and we'll start it tomorrow. Sure hope it works...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have other news too, but it deserves it's own disgusting place on my blog!&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/23524518-9104480105942317967?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9104480105942317967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=9104480105942317967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/9104480105942317967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/9104480105942317967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/business-is-picking-up.html' title='Business is picking up!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SFLtcjVtTqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hGSV6W4QBo8/s72-c/duck+nest+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3956662544572880236</id><published>2008-06-06T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:48:12.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy Prissy turns SIX today and we get a new family member!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today is Missy Prissy's sixth birthday (on 6/6!). She's had a fun day. We are going to officially celebrate on Monday at my parent's house with a pool day! Missy has requested chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting and chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup!! (~~She loves chocolate~~) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But this afternoon she got to go adopt her first pet from &lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/"&gt;Build-a-Bear&lt;/a&gt; with Grandma and I. We had a great time at the mall. &lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/shop/productdetail.aspx?ProductSKU=12571&amp;amp;Category=Bears&amp;amp;CallingPage=ProductSummary"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is the bear she chose (surprised, anyone?). She chose it's outfit, shoes, heart, voice, and name. It is really cute! I love the "adoption" message that this process gives to her. She chose her bear, just like we chose her six years ago. When her new bear was given a box to come home with her in, Missy said, "Now she has a home, just like I do!" That is right, sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So I introduce you to the newest member of our family: Pinkie! (with Missy and Grandma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208903649725403730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SEm-RX8eUlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XNrFgTBJ4YI/s400/100_1463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-3956662544572880236?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3956662544572880236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3956662544572880236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3956662544572880236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3956662544572880236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/missy-prissy-turns-six-today-and-we-get.html' title='Missy Prissy turns SIX today and we get a new family member!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SEm-RX8eUlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XNrFgTBJ4YI/s72-c/100_1463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4962284311159120499</id><published>2008-06-04T17:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:57:05.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Please pray for me.  I'm sick.  I hurt all over.  I just talked to my small group leader and she has it and her future daughter in law has it too (we must have gotten it at small group on Sunday?).  I can't hardly move.  I have three ducklings who need me.  Must feel better tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Back to bed for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-4962284311159120499?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4962284311159120499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4962284311159120499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4962284311159120499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4962284311159120499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/pray-for-me.html' title='Pray for me'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6259878209713782335</id><published>2008-06-03T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:47:01.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We have had an incredible week and a half since school got out!  No one has been in bed before 10 or 10:30, and it's been much later some nights.  The boys even slept until 11am one morning!!  I couldn't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We've been having so much fun together!  I've been working hard during the day and the kids have been playing hard!  We've spent a couple days at my parents swimming in their pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today started a new chapter of our summer though.  Missy Prissy started summer school for 4 weeks in the mornings at a Knox County school.  Guitar Hero started a summer school program for 4 weeks in the mornings at their new school, First Baptist Academy.  CandyMan is home with me (studying Wii) ;).  I'm going to get some work done and try to blog again soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-6259878209713782335?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6259878209713782335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6259878209713782335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6259878209713782335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6259878209713782335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/summers-good.html' title='Summer&apos;s Good!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1009025747331288080</id><published>2008-05-23T20:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:03:16.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for my hurting friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDdpBiBUkUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z05MrsrIep0/s1600-h/Mel+&amp;amp;+Hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203743369483030850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDdpBiBUkUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z05MrsrIep0/s200/Mel+%26+Hunter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;While I have had an incredibly great day, I've just read about a friend of mine who is hurting severely. And so it hurts me too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Please pray for my friend &lt;a href="http://melsperspective.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;. It has been four years since her 3 year old son &lt;a href="http://www.hunterslegacy.com/"&gt;Hunter &lt;/a&gt;was killed by an impaired driver. She has lost her father and suffered through treatments for breast cancer during those four years. She is having a really difficult time this week (the 4 year anniversary of the accident). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I can't express to you how extraordinary this lady is. She was my best friend for years before the tragedy. I love her dearly. I would do anything for her. I don't know what to do for her. Except pray. And ask you to pray. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203743219159175474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDdo4yBUkTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BKehgeoT8co/s320/Mel+%26+Hunter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/23524518-1009025747331288080?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1009025747331288080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1009025747331288080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1009025747331288080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1009025747331288080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-pray-for-my-hurting-friend.html' title='Please pray for my hurting friend'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDdpBiBUkUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z05MrsrIep0/s72-c/Mel+%26+Hunter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2871960516305114449</id><published>2008-05-22T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:13:45.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The quiet has ended...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, the quiet has ended and it is LOUD around here once again! I hear SpongeBob&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDXFiCBUkRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9kT6H5dB8Oc/s1600-h/j0430759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203282132945113362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDXFiCBUkRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9kT6H5dB8Oc/s200/j0430759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing upstairs, Guitar Hero (the game) playing loudly on the TV downstairs, and an electric guitar belting out some sort of Rock-n-Roll (they are each de-schooling this afternoon). Today, I'm enjoying it. I'm not so sure about a month from now, but I hope to be managing my time (and theirs) well enough to have enough play time with them to appreciate it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;After working outside the home all last summer, I WILL NOT take this summer break for granted! I love my children so much. I am so glad they won't be spending their summer in daycare. I am so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I get to spend it with them!&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/23524518-2871960516305114449?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2871960516305114449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2871960516305114449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2871960516305114449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2871960516305114449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiet-has-ended.html' title='The quiet has ended...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDXFiCBUkRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9kT6H5dB8Oc/s72-c/j0430759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7231674417651923</id><published>2008-05-22T07:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:02:04.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh...quiet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDVgnSBUkQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yq6RBolDZ4M/s1600-h/j0411783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203171172465021186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDVgnSBUkQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yq6RBolDZ4M/s200/j0411783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;As much as I am looking forward to my kids being out of school today for summer, I am very much aware of how hard it is going to be to work with all three of them around! I'm going to savor my last morning working at home...with quietness.  Ahhhhh...&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/23524518-7231674417651923?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7231674417651923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7231674417651923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7231674417651923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7231674417651923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhhhquiet.html' title='Ahhhh...quiet...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDVgnSBUkQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/yq6RBolDZ4M/s72-c/j0411783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3991283073135246447</id><published>2008-05-21T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:36:47.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohawk Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDTAB1ydfgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XHwG-06Gmi0/s1600-h/bkhair+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202994607370894850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDTAB1ydfgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XHwG-06Gmi0/s200/bkhair+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I had to put an update on CandyMan on here! He's been begging for a mohawk since Christmas. I told him he could have one this summer. He talked me into letting him get it for his last day of school tomorrow. It's just hair, right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202994036140244434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDS_glydfdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Ar5sXF4avdc/s320/bkhair+blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-3991283073135246447?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3991283073135246447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3991283073135246447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3991283073135246447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3991283073135246447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/mohawk-man.html' title='Mohawk Man!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDTAB1ydfgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/XHwG-06Gmi0/s72-c/bkhair+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5327458215774474923</id><published>2008-05-21T15:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:35:33.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Man's Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Candy Man had his awards program this morning.  He was awarded a Good Citizenship Award from his teacher.  She said that even when every other child in the classroom was out of control, she could count on CM to be good!  I'm so proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDR1lVydfbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/w7drFQH2nPo/s1600-h/bk+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202912753884167602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDR1lVydfbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/w7drFQH2nPo/s200/bk+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a good picture of him with his friends.  One of those friend's became sick right after this picture was taken... hope CM doesn't get it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;CM had a great year in school.  He's excited to begin a new year at a new school, but he's also sad to say goodbye to his friends.  Of course, I'm sure he'll have no problem making new friends at the new school.  Easy for me to know and tell him right now.  Harder for him to understand at this point.  He's not too upset though.  He's Mr. Laid Back!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This year was his teacher's first year teaching.  She was great!  We loved her to pieces!  She was so sweet and so good with him.  She had so much energy and was so gung-ho all year.  I was very pleased with her!  CM really liked her too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202913050236911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDR12lydfcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yxwM6I_gE_Q/s320/bk+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-5327458215774474923?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5327458215774474923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5327458215774474923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5327458215774474923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5327458215774474923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/candy-mans-award.html' title='Candy Man&apos;s Award!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDR1lVydfbI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/w7drFQH2nPo/s72-c/bk+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4789902045859529784</id><published>2008-05-20T13:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:06:11.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero's Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Guitar Hero is just glad it's almost over.  For his sake, I am too.  He has had the worst year of all at school.  He's had a terrible teacher.  He's struggled through the year (after being a great student his previous years).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today was the Fifth Grade Awards Program.  I couldn't help but notice the 'stats' on each class.  There were four classes.  The other three classes each had many children who made Honor Roll for the year - 11, 12, &amp;amp; 14 in each class.  GH's class had 7, and only one of them was a boy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We were encouraged to check out our fifth graders and take them to lunch to celebrate.  By the time we got in the car, he was crying.  He had overheard his teacher talking about him this morning.  Then, he'd endured a long and drawn out awards program.  Normally, he's one of the children getting all the awards.  He's been used to that, I suppose.  That was not the case today however.  He got a "certificate of completion" for fifth grade, along with every other student there.  He was really hurting.  I am hurting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;At lunch we talked about his part in not having a better year.  We talked about what we could do differently next year to make it a better year.  We talked about what we could do this summer to prepare him for next year.  We both feel much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Only 1 1/2 more days and he's out of there!!  (And a middle schooler!!??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDMQMVydfaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/29Wr4V7Lv3M/s1600-h/jk+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202519798736321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDMQMVydfaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/29Wr4V7Lv3M/s320/jk+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-4789902045859529784?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4789902045859529784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4789902045859529784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4789902045859529784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4789902045859529784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/guitar-heros-award.html' title='Guitar Hero&apos;s Award!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDMQMVydfaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/29Wr4V7Lv3M/s72-c/jk+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5142276923060054534</id><published>2008-05-19T19:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:01:56.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy Prissy's Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tonight was Award's Night for Missy Prissy's grade at school. Her teacher has been great this year and has been so good for her! Missy is still at the bottom of her class and that is made more obvious seeing her with her class. She is just still immature. I feel certain that another year of kindergarten will be best for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now for her awards... she was given a "Citizenship Award". Only 2 girls from her class were given this award. I'm so proud of her for this!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;She was also given the "Rookie Reader" award, for being so good at sounding out words this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Her teacher was very creative and gave silly awards predicting their future careers. It was really funny - and cute! Missy was awarded the most likely to be famous as a talk show host!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;On a little different note... I just googled her teacher's name to try to find a picture of her and found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnXU80eNHxI"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvQpAnVsmU4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;!  It is her teacher!  She's very good, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Here is a picture of Missy and her favorite friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202242790525599106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDIUQVydfYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/djKkNhrBP9g/s320/chloe+and+kennedy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Here is a picture of Missy with her "boyfriend" (she says!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202243009568931218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDIUdFydfZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1rBhZu3b9n8/s320/anthony+and+kennedy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-5142276923060054534?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5142276923060054534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5142276923060054534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5142276923060054534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5142276923060054534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/missy-prissys-award.html' title='Missy Prissy&apos;s Award'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SDIUQVydfYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/djKkNhrBP9g/s72-c/chloe+and+kennedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-1322671411283350493</id><published>2008-05-14T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:04:46.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, Rock On!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Those are the only words that have come out of GameMaster's mouth. "Rock On!" That is all he has to say about his birthday present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today, my oldest child turned 11 years old. All he wanted for his birthday was an electric guitar and an amp. He's been playing an old electric guitar of my fathers, but without an amp (you can't hear much at all). But still, he's been really into it. He has asked and asked for me to buy him an amplifier to go with it. I kept telling him that there was no way that I could afford to get him one for his birthday. I'd looked online and they are all so expensive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, earlier this week I talked to my dad about it. We decided to go shopping to see what we could find. I knew that dad would not be happy with the $100 cheap kid's guitar at Walmart. He knows more about this than I do. So we went about trying to find a quality guitar at a price that I could handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;In the end, we bought a new Fender StarCaster. We split the price and got it from all of us. It came with an amp, picks, strings, strap, and more - basically everything he needs to get started. I was thrilled to be able to get him a guitar this nice. So was my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, my dad (we call him Doppler Daddy - a story for another blog post) takes it all home with him to hide it. Of course, he decides he better get it out and tune it. He's been so excited about it for the last few days! It has been hilarious! He's called me and played it over the phone to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Tonight, after a yummy Japanese dinner (GameMaster's choice), we went by my mom's office (it was closed) and gave it all to him. He was speechless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, in honor of his new hobby (he's just not into video games as much these days), he will no longer be called GameMaster. I think "Guitar Hero" is more fitting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200388631669079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCt96FydfXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HuQMNUT8oeo/s320/jk+guitar.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rock On, Guitar Hero!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/23524518-1322671411283350493?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1322671411283350493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=1322671411283350493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1322671411283350493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/1322671411283350493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/dude-rock-on.html' title='Dude, Rock On!!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCt96FydfXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HuQMNUT8oeo/s72-c/jk+guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-406325946119204579</id><published>2008-05-14T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:44:30.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Fired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCs9vFydfWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uoybasjP5_E/s1600-h/trump+fired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200318073946340706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCs9vFydfWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uoybasjP5_E/s200/trump+fired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;No, not me this time. I don't know what I'd have to do to get fired by my dad! Actually, he's usually begging me to do more work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The Papa got fired from yet another job. I've lost count now. He's avoided calling us for a whole month now. I had a feeling that was why (history keeps repeating itself and I knew it wouldn't be long now). So it wasn't a huge shock or disappointment when I finally got the call from him. He's been without a job for a month. He starts a new one next week (he says). He won't tell me where though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It will take the state a couple of months to find him again and for them to garnish his wages so that we'll get child support. That'll hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He says it is my fault that he got fired. Apparently a friend of mine was eating in Papa's restaurant (he was the store manager). When Papa tried to say hello to this friend, the friend went off on Papa. The only thing he'd tell me that was said was... "When I heard that you were abusing your children, I wanted to bash your head in." Papa admitted that it was said calmly. But Papa became furious and was yelling and telling this friend off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;A customer called in a complaint to the headquarters, and Papa was fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Papa is mad that I have been talking about him hurting the children. He's still in denial about what he did. He's not really denying it anymore, but he's not admitting to it either. He feels like us going to court and the whole ordeal is nobody's business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Oh well. That was my decision to talk to friends and ask for help and prayers. I didn't do anything wrong. And I won't take responsibility for him losing his job either. I'm certain there is more to it than just this one instance anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I don't know who the friend was who did this.  But if you are him, thank you.  You stood up and honored me and my children.  Even Papa said you did it in a calm and respectful manner.  Good for you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He told me about another friend who ran into him in Cracker Barrel while he was eating with his new wife.  She cornered him by the bathrooms and accused him of cheating on me.  She didn't know that we'd divorced.  I thank that friend too (don't know who?).  We should be quick to hold others accountable in their marriages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I don't know who these people are, but I am thankful for them.  I know it must be hard.  But they are standing up for their beliefs and for me and my children!  I appreciate that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I recently ran into a man who'd I'd been friends with him and his wife.  He has cheated on her and left her and married the new woman, leaving his wife and child out of the picture.  I froze.  I didn't know what to say to him.  I wish I had had the nerve to tell him how I felt, to tell him what me and the kids have been through and what he is doing to his wife and son.  But I didn't.  Instead I just said hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am thankful for you, my friends - whoever you are!&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/23524518-406325946119204579?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/406325946119204579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=406325946119204579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/406325946119204579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/406325946119204579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-fired.html' title='You&apos;re Fired!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCs9vFydfWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uoybasjP5_E/s72-c/trump+fired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5139054266027185338</id><published>2008-05-13T08:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:07:40.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicely said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I just have to share with you the Mother's Day card that GameMaster gave me.  He insists that he read every card that they had and chose this one.  I have to tell you that it could not be more perfect!  I've cried all 3 times that I've read it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When a son says, "I love you, Mom," it can be for lots of reasons.  Perhaps, it's the way she held him when he was small, or the way she taught him to be strong and proud of who he was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's because even when it wasn't easy, she loved him anyway and went right on believing in him.  And maybe, if he's very lucky, it's because of all those things.  At least, that's how I feel when I say, "I love you, Mom."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;There can't be a more fitting card out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-5139054266027185338?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5139054266027185338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5139054266027185338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5139054266027185338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5139054266027185338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/nicely-said.html' title='Nicely said...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6982757406383204753</id><published>2008-05-11T11:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:00:25.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A special surprise and a flash to the past!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I received an unexpected phone call yesterday afternoon. The caller told me to change clothes, drop my kids off with her husband and head to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orplayhouse.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Oak Ridge Playhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Since this call was from my good friend Lisa, I did it! Several women in our church had gotten together for dinner and a production that evening. At dinner, it was announced that there were a couple of extra tickets for the production. Lisa immediately thought of me, called her husband about keeping my kids and called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCcXNlydfVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dzoeqjWW_tE/s1600-h/Grease_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199149817072024914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCcXNlydfVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dzoeqjWW_tE/s200/Grease_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what the production was? One of my all-time favorite movies! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grease_(film)"&gt;Grease&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;A few years ago, I watched the movie again (it had been years). I had forgotten how "naughty" it was! I was a bit shocked - that my parents had let me watch it over and over when I was younger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, the stage production has different words in it than the movie. It was even "naughtier"! Even though it was a mother/daughter night with the church, I was thankful that my daughter wasn't there! I did see some other kids there. I saw a few open mouths a couple of times from our group, but noone said anything about it being offensive or anything. I think everyone enjoyed it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This local company did a very good job. It was impressive. I think the music was especially good, but maybe I was partial since I knew the music director? I don't think so, I think they did a really good job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I had a very nice evening. I'm so thankful for getting to go (especially to Dennis for keeping my children!). It was a special Mother's Day gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'll write more about Mother's Day later...we are off to my mom's for lunch!&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/23524518-6982757406383204753?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6982757406383204753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6982757406383204753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6982757406383204753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6982757406383204753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/special-surprise-and-flash-to-past.html' title='A special surprise and a flash to the past!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCcXNlydfVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/dzoeqjWW_tE/s72-c/Grease_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5651913477691142732</id><published>2008-05-08T12:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:44:16.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsNY1jfUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K-2LjoUJtWk/s1600-h/j0408818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198047003432680770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="73" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsNY1jfUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K-2LjoUJtWk/s200/j0408818.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think that God gives us a "sign"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I've had the strangest experience happen to me TWICE in the last two weeks. When I shared it with my children this morning (that it had happened again), GameMaster said, "Mom, that is a sign." &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsUI1jfVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WFbUojn7h8g/s1600-h/j0305743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198047119396797778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsUI1jfVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WFbUojn7h8g/s200/j0305743.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I've had that thought, but I'm not sure what "the sign" says!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Here is the experience:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsAI1jfTI/AAAAAAAAANw/1PahNjmRDks/s1600-h/wreck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046775799414066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsAI1jfTI/AAAAAAAAANw/1PahNjmRDks/s320/wreck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have witnessed two wrecks. Both involved one vehicle. Both were in the middle of the day on nice, pretty days. They just simply lost control of their cars and flipped them upside down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;One car was in front of me when it happened. It was like it happened in slow motion. It really shook me up. I was calling 911 before the car had come to a complete stop (on it's roof in a ditch).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsaI1jfWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eodz8cIzV0Q/s1600-h/j0305742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198047222476012898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="109" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsaI1jfWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/eodz8cIzV0Q/s200/j0305742.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the other wreck, the truck was heading toward me. It was in real-time - hitting a telephone pole and flying off the other side of the road in front of me. Again, I was calling 911 - even before I'd seen where the truck had landed (on it's roof in the woods).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;In both instances, the victims were able to get out of their cars &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMslo1jfXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4TFH8fjJ-Y4/s1600-h/j0401288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198047420044508530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="72" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMslo1jfXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4TFH8fjJ-Y4/s200/j0401288.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(crawling out the window). They were both sitting beside their vehicles when emergency vehicles arrived. I don't know about any injuries, but I do know they survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The only thing that I could think was I've got to slow down and be more careful. I called my dad and told him to please be careful (I was returning home&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsuY1jfYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7nOmqslES8M/s1600-h/j0401488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198047570368363906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="118" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsuY1jfYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7nOmqslES8M/s200/j0401488.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from meeting him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now, do you think this is a sign? If so, what is the message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/23524518-5651913477691142732?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5651913477691142732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5651913477691142732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5651913477691142732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5651913477691142732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-sign.html' title='It&apos;s a Sign'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SCMsNY1jfUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/K-2LjoUJtWk/s72-c/j0408818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7898651523662225794</id><published>2008-05-05T15:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:09:30.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Use Your IRS Check:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I got this in an e-mail from my aunt last week. I thought it was so true, but a bit funny too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SB9oTRegcUI/AAAAAAAAANg/f0Q-PwbA8m4/s1600-h/j0400990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196987175327002946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SB9oTRegcUI/AAAAAAAAANg/f0Q-PwbA8m4/s320/j0400990.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you have heard, most of us will be getting a rebate check to stimulate the economy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;If we spend the money at Wal-Mart, all the money will go to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;If we spend it on gasoline, it will go to the Arabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If we purchase a computer, it will go to India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If we purchase fruits &amp;amp; vegetables, it will go to Mexico, Honduras, &amp;amp; Guatemala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If we purchase a good car, it will go to Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If we purchase useless stuff, it will go to Taiwan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;None of which will help the American Economy. We need to keep that money here in&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SB9ozxegcVI/AAAAAAAAANo/vqtOC4KHxoA/s1600-h/j0400856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196987733672751442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SB9ozxegcVI/AAAAAAAAANo/vqtOC4KHxoA/s200/j0400856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; America. The only way to keep that money here at home is to spend it at Yard Sales since those are the only businesses left in the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about eBay!? Feel free to spend your tax check at &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/Mama-Ducks-Nest"&gt;Mama Duck's Nest&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I have no shame, do I?)&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/23524518-7898651523662225794?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7898651523662225794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7898651523662225794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7898651523662225794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7898651523662225794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-use-your-irs-check.html' title='How to Use Your IRS Check:'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SB9oTRegcUI/AAAAAAAAANg/f0Q-PwbA8m4/s72-c/j0400990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6359957371740427934</id><published>2008-05-02T14:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:27:19.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some sort of control...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The beginning of the week was unbelievably &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-crazy-as-mother.html"&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt;!  It all escalated on Tuesday when I found out that GameMaster has been lying to me about being caught up on his school work when he really wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I've been living with a liar for a long time.  I am not going there again!  That is all it took for me to put on the skids and take control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Here is what I learned.  The more structure (i.e. grounding him in his room with homework and cleaning to do) that I provide for him, the sweeter he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now, I'm not like that.  You put a bunch of boundaries on me and tell me what to do and how to do it - I go nuts!  That is not how GM is though.  He needs me to put up the boundaries on him, because he can't do it for himself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, after me putting in some pretty strick boundaries and showing him that I meant business - now I have my sweet GM back in the house.  He's so much more enjoyable to be around.  Now, I just have to keep at it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;On another note... a KNOX COUNTY, TENNESSEE SCHOOLS note!  Remember my &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-reason-that-i-hate-public.html"&gt;outrage about not being allowed to be there &lt;/a&gt;to view the "sex video" (GM calls it the "puberty movie")?  Well, guess what!?  There was a parent there that day!!  But I was told NO!   Wha!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Then on Tuesday I was told that I couldn't go on the upcoming field trip with GM.  (They are going to Thompson Boling arena for the 5th grade DARE graduation).   His teacher told me that I could drive myself if I wanted to go, but that I couldn't sit with my child.  Wha!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My friend in bible study told me - "I've been pegged!"  They've found me out.  I'm a parent who cares about her kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-6359957371740427934?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6359957371740427934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6359957371740427934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6359957371740427934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6359957371740427934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-sort-of-control.html' title='Some sort of control...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5488222061978583850</id><published>2008-04-28T16:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:03:04.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Crazy as a Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Okay. So I wrote that title and now I realize what it sounds like! Sorry! I really don't mean it like in the way a really bad word would come next. I just mean that as a mother, I'm going crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have this child...let's see... &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-answers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He is driving me crazy. Or more likely, I'm letting him drive me crazy! I'm trying really hard to stay on top of his discipline. It seems like he is totally out of control - most of the time. He can be so mean and terribly disrespectful. He lacks any regret of his actions. It is really disturbing. It is so exhausting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Twice this weekend he got to go over to a friends for awhile to play. I can't tell you how calm and peaceful our home was during that time. Even CandyMan commented about it. He usually can't stand to see his brother go anywhere. He wants to be with him at all times. That wasn't the case this weekend. CM was relieved to have a break and said so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But with each return of GM, everything was out of whack! He was yelling, screaming, name calling, picking, hitting, threatening, crying, tantrum throwing, lying out of control! I hate to admit this, but I'm NOT exaggerating! It was really terrible. He is so emotional (mostly angry). He's just mad about not getting his way. It doesn't matter how big or how small the issue is - he can't handle being told no. I'm almost scared of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We've been seeing the pediatrician in the last month about this behavior &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SBY6xBegcTI/AAAAAAAAANY/IzxvX61R10w/s1600-h/PICT0068(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194403834102837554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SBY6xBegcTI/AAAAAAAAANY/IzxvX61R10w/s320/PICT0068(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and have another appointment on Thursday. It seems like I ask for prayer for him all of the time. Please pray for me too! I need wisdom and strength to continue dealing with him.&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/23524518-5488222061978583850?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5488222061978583850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5488222061978583850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5488222061978583850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5488222061978583850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/going-crazy-as-mother.html' title='Going Crazy as a Mother'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SBY6xBegcTI/AAAAAAAAANY/IzxvX61R10w/s72-c/PICT0068(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8224695969839220311</id><published>2008-04-22T08:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:12:40.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today is a big busy day for us!  It is all good stuff, it's just ALL on one day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have my Bible Study this morning.  I'm really hoping to get to go to lunch with Lisa afterwards!  She's been sick and I miss her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm picking the kids up early from school and taking them to their new school for testing.  I'm not sure what to expect with this - written, oral, both??  I'm sure they will do fine.  I'm more nervous about it than they are - I'm sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;After that, we have to go and get Missy Prissy signed up for summer school.  Her teacher recommended this in January and even though she is doing tremendously better, I still think it would be good for her.  Today is the only day to get signed up for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Then GameMaster has Aikijuitsu (Martial Arts).  He's loving it so much.  He knows he's got to be close to getting his first colored belt (yellow).  He's awaiting that with much anticipation!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;At some  point in all of that, I'm hoping for enough time to do the drive-through dinner thing for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;From now until school is out the calendar is so busy!  We have all of the normal things, plus more.  Besides that, it is one of my job's busiest time of the year.  Which is good.  I have plenty of work to do.  I'm hoping to "bank" some extra to get through the summer, since the kids will be home all summer with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Okay, for my prayer request...  You guessed it!  Please pray for GameMaster.  He's come home early from school twice in the last week.  Both times he says he's gotten sick.  Then he's fine when he gets home.  I'm starting to wonder if he is making himself get sick so he can come home?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;After today, there are 21-1/2 days left of school.  Then we are out of there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-8224695969839220311?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8224695969839220311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8224695969839220311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8224695969839220311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8224695969839220311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3192054841410331905</id><published>2008-04-17T11:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:48:49.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more reason that I hate public school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190241029739119026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAdwt6xCAbI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZeA8_HuEwWA/s200/j0422813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am so glad my children will not be attending public school next year. I just can't get them out of there fast enough! Today's example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today is the big day for GameMaster, my fifth grader. You know, the day when they seperate the boys from the girls and show them a video that teaches about their changing bodies. You know, the birds and the bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, being a concerned parent, I want to know what is in this video. Excuse me if I've made too big of a deal about it! I want to know what my child is being taught!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm SURE that they won't mention that GOD had anything to do with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, anyway...a permission slip was sent home for me to sign to allow him to &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAdxOKxCAcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2GaDNOMj1S8/s1600-h/j0289457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190241583789900226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAdxOKxCAcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2GaDNOMj1S8/s200/j0289457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAdrg6xCAXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/EMlP51SdzMs/s1600-h/j0288857.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;participate in seeing this video. (I guess the children who aren't given permission will have to stay in the classroom and miss it.) I talked to GM about it. He was kind of excited about the video and looking forward to it (which I thought was kind of cute). So I signed the slip and sent it back to school. Here is where I "messed up"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I e-mailed his teacher asking if I could just be there during the showing of the video. I wasn't planning on making a big production of it or telling my own testimony or anything!! I just wanted to sneak in the back of the room and watch it with them. GM was not only okay with this, he wants me to be there!! (Of course we've already talked about all this stuff and it won't be anything "new" to his ears. I'm just curious as to what they are teaching.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I received an e-mail back the next day from his teacher explaining to me that she had consulted with the principal about this (?!?!?). Basically, the answer was NO - I could not watch it with the students!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Okay. What is the deal? I'm ever increasingly aware of the principal's attitude toward me. It is very clear that I am a "problem parent"!! I think this is hilarious! I care about what junk is being put into my children's brains. I don't trust the school to teach them what I want them to be taught!! I'm NOT sorry that I don't want them to be just another number in public school. I'm NOT sorry that I want the very best for them. I'm NOT sorry that I don't want my 5th grader told that it's okay to have sex, as long as he wears a condom! (I'm not saying that this is what he will be told today, but I don't know - since I'm not allowed to be there!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But this I can rejoice in: GameMaster wants me to be there. He feels comfortable talking to me about this. He will come home and share with me what he heard (even what all the boys in class had to say about it all). Why? Because, as he said this morning: "I'm just more comfortable with you, Mom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Thank you, God!&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/23524518-3192054841410331905?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3192054841410331905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3192054841410331905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3192054841410331905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3192054841410331905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-reason-that-i-hate-public.html' title='One more reason that I hate public school'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAdwt6xCAbI/AAAAAAAAANI/ZeA8_HuEwWA/s72-c/j0422813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2580128850683987170</id><published>2008-04-16T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:37:52.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Lulu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAYA-KxCAVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G4WA-_GoNoc/s1600-h/lulu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189836688632971602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAYA-KxCAVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G4WA-_GoNoc/s200/lulu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Lisa just recently introduced me to a local tea room called &lt;a href="http://www.knoxvillebusiness.com/mom-and-pop.html"&gt;LuLu's Tea Room&lt;/a&gt;. I have only gotten to go there once for lunch, but have looked forward to returning! It is such a sweet place with really yummy food that leaves you feeling satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Unfortunately I heard on the &lt;a href="http://www.wbir.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=56767"&gt;news &lt;/a&gt;last night that LuLu's had a fire&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAYBCKxCAWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fRNlKLxhyj0/s1600-h/lulu2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189836757352448354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAYBCKxCAWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fRNlKLxhyj0/s200/lulu2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yesterday! One report says that 75% of the inside of the building is damaged. I'm so sorry to hear this. It is not an easy thing to go into business for yourself and work so hard everyday as I know this woman has done. Deana Hurd opened the tea room just 2 years ago. I hope to see her re-open LuLu's soon!&lt;/span&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/23524518-2580128850683987170?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2580128850683987170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2580128850683987170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2580128850683987170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2580128850683987170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/poor-lulu.html' title='Poor Lulu!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAYA-KxCAVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G4WA-_GoNoc/s72-c/lulu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4631969057376032064</id><published>2008-04-15T09:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:11:53.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Talk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SASpQqxCAUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/74_2Rkh1Geo/s1600-h/can+we+talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189458774460596546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SASpQqxCAUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/74_2Rkh1Geo/s320/can+we+talk.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Bible Study group has reconvened! We began a new study last week. It is, &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com/lwstore/product.asp?isbn=L01780388X"&gt;"Can We Talk?" &lt;/a&gt;by Priscilla Shirer. I have completed the first week and look forward to going to our group time this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The study has been difficult for me this week. I don't know what is wrong with me. The last day of the study was on &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hebrews%2013:15-16&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Hebrews 13:15-16&lt;/a&gt;. It talks about giving a sacrifice of praise. It isn't that I am going through some difficult struggle right now. I just feel &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah.html"&gt;blah&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know why. So, I am going to praise - even if I don't feel like it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;My friend Lisa is sick. She has a bad cold and has been sick for almost a week now! She isn't going to bible study today. I will miss her so much! Especially our lunch and afternoon talking!! I think we both need this so bad. There is nothing like a good godly friend to talk things through with, is there? Get better soon, my friend...&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/23524518-4631969057376032064?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4631969057376032064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4631969057376032064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4631969057376032064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4631969057376032064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-we-talk.html' title='Can We Talk?'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SASpQqxCAUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/74_2Rkh1Geo/s72-c/can+we+talk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8839777447864028225</id><published>2008-04-14T15:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:57:00.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Have you heard the new song by Steven Curtis Chapman? It is called "Cinderella". Go here to hear it: &lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/cinderella.htm"&gt;http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/cinderella.htm&lt;/a&gt;. I wish I knew how to put it on this page, but oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This song makes me sad for my Princess. Lately, I've &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAO2UaxCATI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qXUnjpnHD0E/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189191657559556402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAO2UaxCATI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qXUnjpnHD0E/s320/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been mourning the lack of man in my children's life. I don't want one right now. I'm not ready. But they are. They need a godly man to love them and show them the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;A week ago at church I saw two boys come up to the altar to pray during church. A few moments later I saw their dad come and pray over them. I bawled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Later this week they are having the sex ed talk at school in GameMaster's grade. I've been the one to talk to him about all of these changes that are coming for him. It seems like it'd be good for him to have a man to talk to about it. I'm glad he can talk to me about it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAO1tqxCASI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wmbjd19xb3o/s1600-h/PICT0074(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189190991839625506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAO1tqxCASI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wmbjd19xb3o/s320/PICT0074(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missy Prissy dances with me. It's fun and we both love it. Imagine how she'll feel someday when a boy will dance with her. I wish she had a godly man to dance with now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I know that God is the father of the fatherless. And I do see ways that He takes care of my children as a father would. I guess I just want more for them - you know?&lt;/span&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/23524518-8839777447864028225?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8839777447864028225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8839777447864028225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8839777447864028225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8839777447864028225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAO2UaxCATI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qXUnjpnHD0E/s72-c/PICT0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5230237644204470225</id><published>2008-04-14T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:43:48.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today is a blah day. I feel blah. It is blah outside (45 degrees I might add!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Just blah. That is all I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAOXtqxCARI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VeseJ0pTK3I/s1600-h/j0309746.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189158006490792210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAOXtqxCARI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VeseJ0pTK3I/s200/j0309746.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&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/23524518-5230237644204470225?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5230237644204470225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5230237644204470225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5230237644204470225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5230237644204470225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/SAOXtqxCARI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VeseJ0pTK3I/s72-c/j0309746.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8513015843907190258</id><published>2008-04-10T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:51:59.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smell of Sweet Victory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEACE AT MY HOUSE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_5vIFko-RI/AAAAAAAAALw/XwTNcpStLD0/s1600-h/j0437386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187706005502884114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_5vIFko-RI/AAAAAAAAALw/XwTNcpStLD0/s400/j0437386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He did &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-many-licks.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;!  He came straight home from school and mowed the grass!  No complaining!  No crying!  No nasty talk!  No rebellion!  I didn't even have to tell him to!  And he feels good about it!  (so do I!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-8513015843907190258?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8513015843907190258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8513015843907190258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8513015843907190258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8513015843907190258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/smell-of-sweet-victory.html' title='The Smell of Sweet Victory!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_5vIFko-RI/AAAAAAAAALw/XwTNcpStLD0/s72-c/j0437386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6176817550412833642</id><published>2008-04-10T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:27:12.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_4931ko-QI/AAAAAAAAALo/Nez8hQK-6yQ/s1600-h/j0399577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187651850260248834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_4931ko-QI/AAAAAAAAALo/Nez8hQK-6yQ/s200/j0399577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I met with Missy Prissy's teacher this morning to discuss her progress and recommendation for next year.  Her teacher was so excited to talk to me!  Missy has just taken off in the couple months!  She's writing full sentences - really well.  And most importantly she is reading!!  Her teacher recommends sending her on to first grade!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I also talked with her about Missy's "La-La Land" episodes.  She feels certain that she is just day dreaming with her wide imagination (which is what all "professionals" have told me when I talk to them about this).  So, I'm going with it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm going to see about getting her into FBA with the boys for next year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now we'll see &lt;a href="http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-many-licks.html"&gt;how GameMaster does &lt;/a&gt;after school today with the mowing...&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/23524518-6176817550412833642?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6176817550412833642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6176817550412833642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6176817550412833642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6176817550412833642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_4931ko-QI/AAAAAAAAALo/Nez8hQK-6yQ/s72-c/j0399577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2919561871904043798</id><published>2008-04-09T17:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:44:24.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How many licks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_04fVko-PI/AAAAAAAAALg/mfQ8t2xDDjY/s1600-h/j0422682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187364456818604274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_04fVko-PI/AAAAAAAAALg/mfQ8t2xDDjY/s200/j0422682.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Remember those commercials when we were kids about the Tootsie Roll pops? "How many licks until you get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop? 1.... 2.... CRUNCH!" I always loved that commercial, but didn't care for the tootsie roll! I was the opposite - I'd eat the sucker off and throw away the tootsie roll inside. Now, a blow pop...that is another story!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Why I am thinking of that commercial right now? I have no idea!! I have just finished &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with GameMaster mowing the grass. This is a new chore for him this year. Unfortunately, his mother suffered through it last year and he's taken my attitude towards it. (It is very hard to present a task positively to your child - "This will be fun!!" - after complaining about doing it yourself. Lesson to learn...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So I gave him a choice, he can mow the whole yard all in one day and have the rest of&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_04Qlko-OI/AAAAAAAAALY/8yPLHUJWdgo/s1600-h/j0423058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187364203415533794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_04Qlko-OI/AAAAAAAAALY/8yPLHUJWdgo/s200/j0423058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the week off. Or he can come home and mow a small section of the yard almost every day. He chose the later (I can't say that I blame him).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So today was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;. I am going to say this as sweetly as I can. He is driving me crazy! He's making it miserable on himself! ALL FOUR DAYS he has cried and carried on. He's been rude, disrespectful and rebelliously disobedient. Then after several disciplines he goes and mows his small section for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;THEN he comes in with a terrific attitude!! He feels so great about himself. He is genuinely proud of his accomplishment! One day, he even decided to be so kind and mow the front yard of my neighbor (a fellow single mom with a broken lawn mower)! (Mind you, he went through the whole tantrum throwing that day before mowing too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;How many licks will it take for this child to just buck up and get it done? Can't he see that he is wasting his precious evening play time with his shenanigans? But, alas. I must go. Missy Prissy is disobediently playing with the water hose for the blasted fifth time in two days.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187363992962136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_04EVko-NI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RP_Fj-j6YMo/s200/j0402022.jpg" border="0" /&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/23524518-2919561871904043798?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2919561871904043798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2919561871904043798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2919561871904043798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2919561871904043798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-many-licks.html' title='How many licks?'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_04fVko-PI/AAAAAAAAALg/mfQ8t2xDDjY/s72-c/j0422682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-806225540231847276</id><published>2008-04-04T13:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:50:09.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Busted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Zpm60FsiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NknAF6ZsFKU/s1600-h/j0289799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185448138307383842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Zpm60FsiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NknAF6ZsFKU/s200/j0289799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I've hurt myself again! This time it's my own fault! Learn from my mistake - never wear flip flops in the rain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;There I was bebopping into the bank with GameMaster, we were giggling and having a good ole time walking through puddles to get there. I hit a slick spot and went smack to the ground. I don't remember much about it, except my face meeting the pavement and not being able to breathe for a few seconds. I remember looking up and seeing the contents of my purse splattered all over the road and thinking that I was blocking traffic. (The thoughts we have in these moments amaze me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;After I could breathe again, I somehow got up and limped to the sidewalk. GameMaster helped me find somewhere to sit down and catch my breathe. He was totally freaked out - poor guy! My left knee was quickly swelling and turning all kinds of nasty shades of blue, black, purple and pink. I was much more concerned at this point about my right ankle, which yelled at me every time I tried to move it at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So today, I am limping with a sprained ankle and a busted knee. I'm bruised all over and quite sore. On a better note, GameMaster was affected deeply by the fall and has barely left my side with wanting to help me. He's been a total sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Zp_a0FskI/AAAAAAAAALA/9tjQEZlQYPo/s1600-h/j0384713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185448559214178882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Zp_a0FskI/AAAAAAAAALA/9tjQEZlQYPo/s200/j0384713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, I'm all busted up and black and blue. I'll be okay. But why is it when you type in "umbrella" to do a search for photos, it pulls up all these beach umbrellas? Boy, I'd sure love to be using one of &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; umbrellas today instead!!&lt;/span&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/23524518-806225540231847276?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/806225540231847276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=806225540231847276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/806225540231847276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/806225540231847276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-busted.html' title='I&apos;m Busted!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Zpm60FsiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NknAF6ZsFKU/s72-c/j0289799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2856998914429092432</id><published>2008-04-02T08:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:36:25.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am chosen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I've been reading the book of Isaiah in my quiet times. So many verses talk about being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chosen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by God (especially in chapters 41-45). It is confusing to me. I know that we have our own will and can go our own way. But it also says, "many are invited, but few are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chosen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" (Matt 22:14).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Than of course there is this verse, "In him we were also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chosen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will, in order that we, who were the first to hope in Christ, might be for the praise of his glory." (Eph 1:11-12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_N9dq0FsgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OeHH1M-ZqZ8/s1600-h/j0382674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184625544696017410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_N9dq0FsgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OeHH1M-ZqZ8/s200/j0382674.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So how much of this life is our &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt; and how much is His &lt;strong&gt;choice&lt;/strong&gt;? And is there a cut and dry answer to this question? Do we even know? What are your thoughts?&lt;/span&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/23524518-2856998914429092432?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2856998914429092432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2856998914429092432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2856998914429092432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2856998914429092432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-chosen.html' title='I am chosen?'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_N9dq0FsgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OeHH1M-ZqZ8/s72-c/j0382674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3310664667013024510</id><published>2008-04-01T14:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:56:24.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missy Prissy's Family Tree!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;You know what? We haven't called her Princess since almost the beginning of this blog, so I'm officially changing her name! We call her "Missy Prissy". And it fits. Well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, here is the deal. I've heard other adoptive parents complain about "family" assignments in school. These assignments are just not set up for families nowadays! What about the adopted child? What about the child with divorced parents? What if those parents have remarried? What if one of their parents have died? What about the child who is being raised by their grandparents (it's happening a lot now!)? This just aggrevates me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So what am I doing about it? Stalling! That is what I'm doing. The "family tree" assignment is due tomorrow and looks like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184352131372921314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_KEy60FseI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4lCrN-hIBec/s320/family+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now, this could be a really sweet assignment for some kids. One you'd want to frame and hang in their room. Maybe Missy Prissy will want to do just that...who knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But her family tree is much more complicated than this. I feel like by putting my picture and MIA Papa's picture on there is leaving out so much. I don't think that she will feel that way - at least not yet. But maybe she will someday. And how would her birthparent's feel? Wouldn't they want to be apart of her family tree too?&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/23524518-3310664667013024510?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3310664667013024510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3310664667013024510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3310664667013024510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3310664667013024510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/missy-prissys-family-tree.html' title='Missy Prissy&apos;s Family Tree!?'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_KEy60FseI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4lCrN-hIBec/s72-c/family+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-8135511045438590856</id><published>2008-03-31T08:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:46:06.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear God's Voice (read on before you think I've lost it...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I think one of the hardest things &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Db760FsbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cXKSr1vbvBU/s1600-h/j0390424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183884993549939122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Db760FsbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cXKSr1vbvBU/s200/j0390424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've tried to discern in my Christian walk has been trying to determine God's will for my life. You know, not just His BIG purpose for my whole life, but the smaller every day kind of things. Does He want me to do THIS or THAT? If you are a Christian, I'm sure you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Our pastor is doing a sermon series titled "Questions and Answers". He has asked the congregation to e-mail him questions we've had and he's going to search the Bible and give us the answers over the next few weeks. Yesterday was "Part I" of the series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He tackled a couple of different questions, but my favorite was the last one, "If you are going in a direction that you think God wants you to go and encounter an &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_DcI60FscI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MGAFTJL2dLk/s1600-h/j0390425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183885216888238530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_DcI60FscI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MGAFTJL2dLk/s200/j0390425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;obstacle, how do you know if God wants you to overcome the obstacle or He is using the obstacle to change your direction?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Now as a side note, I must say at this point that I do "hear God speak to me". But what I mean by this isn't that I can audibly hear His voice. I wish. It isn't that easy. What I mean is that He speaks to me through His Word (the Bible), through others, through thoughts... But trying to figure out when it is HIM and when it is ME is sometimes a challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He then preached on "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Five Keys to Hearing from God: How to Identify the Voice of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Here are his 5 points:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. God's voice is consistent with His Word (the Bible).&lt;/strong&gt; (Psalm 119:105) He will never lead me to do something that isn't in line with His written word. So what does this tell me? I must know His Word to discern His voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. God's voice will conflict with human wisdom.&lt;/strong&gt; (Matthew 5:38-48) His will doesn't always make sense. Sometimes he wants me to do something, in faith that He will provide along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. God's voice will clash with your fleshly nature.&lt;/strong&gt; (Galatians 5:19-24) What He wants isn't always what I WANT. The way He wants me to be isn't the way I'll naturally be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. God's voice will challenge your faith&lt;/strong&gt;. (Hebrews 11:6) He is constantly trying to grow me. His desires won't always be easy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. God's voice often demands courage.&lt;/strong&gt; (Joshua 1) That is why it is called faith. I must trust in Him to do it. This definitely takes courage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183885302787584466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_DcN60FsdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DEsJxiB0ik8/s200/j0390426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Are you faced with a decision? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I suggest you seek after Him before making your decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Then "listen" for His answer. &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/23524518-8135511045438590856?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8135511045438590856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=8135511045438590856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8135511045438590856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/8135511045438590856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hear-gods-voice-read-on-before-you.html' title='I Hear God&apos;s Voice (read on before you think I&apos;ve lost it...)'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R_Db760FsbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cXKSr1vbvBU/s72-c/j0390424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-146969639782570151</id><published>2008-03-28T15:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:34:32.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings Times Two (maybe even Three)!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Oh my goodness! I just don't know what to say, except... Praise God! I just can't believe it! (My friend Lisa is smiling as she reads this thinking, "I knew it! I just knew it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I spoke to the Principal of First Baptist Academy today (the wonderful school that GameMaster will be going to next year). I had misunderstood what the Board of Directors at the school had offered to me!! The dollar amount that she had quoted me was for ALL THREE of my children to attend their school (not JUST GameMaster)!!! (Are you believing this?!?) They have never done this before, but after reading my letter to the board, and praying about my children, they want all three of them to attend their school - all for a low tuition of just one of them! I'm so freaked out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now, the reason why it may be for only two of them. I've been meeting this year with Princess' teacher and we believe that she could have some special needs. She has been behind all year in kindergarten (she was last year in pre-school as well). It could be that she needs some special help, or it could be she needs to be held back a year. We just aren't sure yet. I'm to meet with her next week to see where she is at now. FBA doesn't accept any special needs children. This is why she may not be able to attend there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-1IFq0FsaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZxmBM9PXFpY/s1600-h/DSCF6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182878008402620834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-1IFq0FsaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZxmBM9PXFpY/s200/DSCF6905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But for now - I've got GameMaster and CandyMan signed up for testing later this month and they will be attending a private Christian school next year!! (Who would've thunk it!??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;(Can you tell I'm excited??) Thank you, God!!&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/23524518-146969639782570151?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/146969639782570151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=146969639782570151&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/146969639782570151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/146969639782570151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/blessings-times-two-maybe-even-three.html' title='Blessings Times Two (maybe even Three)!!!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-1IFq0FsaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZxmBM9PXFpY/s72-c/DSCF6905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3017716935546678780</id><published>2008-03-26T15:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:19:02.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CandyMan update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-qhhK0FsZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d5FmxOjDb8U/s1600-h/j0385814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182131912453763474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-qhhK0FsZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d5FmxOjDb8U/s200/j0385814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The problem teeth have been extracted! It was kind of a funny experience actually. CandyMan is so tough, most of the time. The dentist gave him &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nitrous_oxide"&gt;nitrous oxide &lt;/a&gt;- otherwise known as laughing gas. Well, today I saw why it was called "laughing" gas!! The child giggled and giggled!! It was hilarious! He just kept smiling and laughing! I've never had so much fun at the dentist before!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;CandyMan was oblivious to the numbing injections and the yanking of the molars. He was much more interested in the fact that he couldn't feel his chin and how darn funny that was!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm sitting here at my computer laughing and typing!! It really was very funny!&lt;/span&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/23524518-3017716935546678780?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3017716935546678780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3017716935546678780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3017716935546678780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3017716935546678780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/candyman-update.html' title='CandyMan update'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-qhhK0FsZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d5FmxOjDb8U/s72-c/j0385814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3018007623679694044</id><published>2008-03-26T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:11:54.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Oh!  Have you seen this video??  It is so good!  Click on this to see it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NaSROohLzs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;New Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Some pictures are quite graphic...you may want to make sure that "little eyes" are not watching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-3018007623679694044?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3018007623679694044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3018007623679694044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3018007623679694044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3018007623679694044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-again.html' title='New Again'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-3081400531931764805</id><published>2008-03-26T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:07:47.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;There are so many good God moments happening in my life right now.  When they occur, I look forward to blogging about them.  But then life happens and all I can think to blog is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;CandyMan is home from school today.  He had a low grade fever yesterday evening - with a headache.  I thought he seemed fine though.  This morning his fever is fine, but he says he still feels bad.  And I smell his breath??  So I look at his throat...it appears fine.  Then I look at his teeth.  Aha!!  His teeth are abscessed again!  It's infection!  What is causing this!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We are going to the dentist this afternoon for an emergency visit.  The poor guy, I can't believe his teeth/gums are hurting terribly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So, I recognize the enemy distracting me from the God moments, but I will not be had!  As soon as I remember them, I'll tell you all about it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-3081400531931764805?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3081400531931764805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=3081400531931764805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3081400531931764805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/3081400531931764805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-moments.html' title='God moments...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6600862410777553909</id><published>2008-03-23T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:21:36.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-ZZOq0FsWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FXCDTnWkR7Y/s1600-h/j0435912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180926529882141026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-ZZOq0FsWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FXCDTnWkR7Y/s400/j0435912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Easter! Jesus is alive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today, we celebrate and give thanks that Jesus was resurrected! He is alive and preparing a place for us. He is not dead. He is not on the cross. He has victory over sin! And we can too - by accepting His gift of salvation. I am thankful. And so I rejoice, this Easter Sunday, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He is alive!&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/23524518-6600862410777553909?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6600862410777553909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6600862410777553909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6600862410777553909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6600862410777553909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-happy-easter.html' title='Happy Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-ZZOq0FsWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FXCDTnWkR7Y/s72-c/j0435912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-4887201766151903323</id><published>2008-03-20T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:29:28.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you care?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 60px; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 40px; BACKGROUND: url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat; WIDTH: 300px; COLOR: #009933; PADDING-TOP: 50px; FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;79 words&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-4887201766151903323?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4887201766151903323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=4887201766151903323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4887201766151903323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/4887201766151903323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-care.html' title='Do you care?'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2818199387991056567</id><published>2008-03-20T10:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T10:57:13.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring Cleaning Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Well, I'm trying to make today "Spring Cleaning Day". I honestly hate cleaning.  I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-J63q0FsVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Br_oLXLtmGo/s1600-h/j0386132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179837618233651538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-J63q0FsVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Br_oLXLtmGo/s200/j0386132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wish so badly that we could get it clean and keep it clean.  Instead of having to play recovery once things are out of control!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;At this point, I only have two of my children here. So things are going pretty good. We've gotten their rooms, the hallway, the living room and the stairs done. I still have the kitchen and office to do. GameMaster's room assignment is the family room. He's not going to be happy about that when he gets home from his friend's house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I am trying to get gung-ho and all positive to talk to him when he gets home. I've got my disciplinary plan ready to talk about with him. Then it will be time for him to jump into his chores. Why is this so hard for me? Why do I feel guilty about expecting this child to help clean house? He makes MOST of the messes! He is exasperating! Seriously, he exhausts me. I love him so much. But I feel the oppression when he is around. He must be so miserable for those around him to sense this so much! Please pray for him...to be set free!&lt;/span&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/23524518-2818199387991056567?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2818199387991056567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2818199387991056567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2818199387991056567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2818199387991056567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-spring-cleaning-day.html' title='It&apos;s Spring Cleaning Day!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-J63q0FsVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Br_oLXLtmGo/s72-c/j0386132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-2017918500193945085</id><published>2008-03-19T10:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:15:11.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all alone today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This feels so weird. I'm in my house all by myself, well just me and Duncan that is. It is spring break. If my children are not in school, they are with me. ALWAYS! Occasionally one of them will be gone to a friend's house, or two of them will go to my parents house. But all three? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It is so quiet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Their dad had asked if they could spend the night with him last night and the day today. After praying about it, I told him they could spend today with him, but not the night. Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But then, GameMaster got a better offer. His friend called to see if he could come over at 10am today to spend the day and the night. I don't find that as a coincidence. Why 10am - the exact time that their dad was coming to get them? Well, that made a really good excuse for GameMaster, who pretended like it was a really hard decision to not hurt his dad's feelings, but decided to go to the friend's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;He's just not ready. He's still very hurt and angry. I think he's scared too. I know he is uncomfortable around him. I feel so sorry for him having to go through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But then there is his attitude. What am I going to do? Somebody needs to beat his butt, you know? If you see a 10 year old boy treating him mom and siblings this way, what do you think? "Somebody needs to beat his butt!" Right? Well, think again. I'm &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-Et427esyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rsMZh-43-_0/s1600-h/cades+cove+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179471501293695778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-Et427esyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rsMZh-43-_0/s200/cades+cove+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in a very difficult place where I need to be extremely consistent in disciplining him, without confusing him or abusing him further. At this point I need to say that I've never and would never abuse my child. But once you've been abused, it doesn't take much to be &lt;em&gt;perceived&lt;/em&gt; as abuse. If I lose it and yell at him, he goes running in fear like I'm about to hit him or something! He's so overly sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And then I think, how much of that is he using as a way out of getting in trouble? To manipulate me? I just don't know! That is why it is all such a delicate balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today, while he is away, I am going to be praying for God to show me a discipline plan for him. He is getting out of control and he knows it. He needs help getting himself back into control. And I need help figuring out how to do that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;One thing that I do know that works is laying it out clearly for him. You know... if you do THIS, then your consequence is THIS. That way he knows what to expect and he knows that his consequences are from his own choices. My job is to define the problem behaviors and the consequences. Then DO IT!! Every Time!&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/23524518-2017918500193945085?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2017918500193945085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=2017918500193945085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2017918500193945085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/2017918500193945085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-all-alone-today.html' title='I&apos;m all alone today...'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R-Et427esyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rsMZh-43-_0/s72-c/cades+cove+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-7982242967051543700</id><published>2008-03-17T17:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:55:14.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day in the Smoky Mountains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Poor CandyMan has spent the first part of his spring break on the couch with the flu. I'm getting pretty bored myself!!  I thought maybe he could handle a little car ride up to the mountains.  All of the kids were up early excited!  So we packed a picnic, loaded up the car and even took Grandpa with us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;We drove through Townsend, TN and around "The Loop" at Cades Cove.  It was a beautiful, if a little chilly, morning in the East Tennessee Smoky Mountains!  The temperature stayed in the upper 50's.  CandyMan wore down fast and wasn't up for much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R97lHW7eswI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FSeqI8PZC-U/s1600-h/cades+cove+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178828536099549954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R97lHW7eswI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FSeqI8PZC-U/s320/cades+cove+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;GameMaster and Princess enjoyed getting out and touring an old homestead.  Here is a picture of them in front of the barn.  Cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178827994933670626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R97kn27esuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gTprbwtfsgQ/s320/cades+cove+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;GameMaster became quite angry with me yesterday when I told him that I thought we'd go up to the mountains today.  He has enjoyed being home-bound for days with nothing to do but video games!  He didn't want to leave his precious Wii!!  (Which is one of the biggest reasons I felt like I needed to get us out of here!!)  Once we were up there, he admitted it wasn't so bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178828248336741106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R97k2m7esvI/AAAAAAAAAII/XvyMz5b2vro/s320/cades+cove+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Princess loved every minute of it.  She even got to drive for a little bit (in my lap).  She had a wonderful day and was NOT ready to go home!  But after our drive, we stopped in the picnic area for lunch.  CandyMan was so worn out, he barely ate anything!  He was ready to come home.  So, we ended the day a little short and headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;As you can see, he is getting tired of his running nose!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178828759437849362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R97lUW7esxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JO0BxkV7v04/s320/cades+cove+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;All in all it was an enjoyable day.  I'm glad we got out of the house, if even for a little bit!  God's creation is amazing!&lt;/span&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/23524518-7982242967051543700?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7982242967051543700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=7982242967051543700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7982242967051543700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/7982242967051543700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/fun-day-in-smoky-mountains.html' title='Fun Day in the Smoky Mountains!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R97lHW7eswI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FSeqI8PZC-U/s72-c/cades+cove+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-6674912527943971917</id><published>2008-03-14T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:43:52.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not be discouraged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Let's see...just yesterday I was talking about what a conqueror in Christ that I was!  So what's next!?  You got it!  CandyMan has the flu.  We've already been to the pediatrician this morning.  Spring Break starts today and we are starting it with the flu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I will not let the enemy get me down!  I will not be discouraged!  I will not miss a step on my journey this time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23524518-6674912527943971917?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6674912527943971917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=6674912527943971917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6674912527943971917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/6674912527943971917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-not-be-discouraged.html' title='I will not be discouraged!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5858839974670712011</id><published>2008-03-13T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T10:03:30.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been restored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I have been trying all week to get time and determine how to tell you about what happened earlier this week. Then all of a sudden this morning I just felt like I had to tell my "Daughters of the King" small group leader about it. I wrote it all out and sent it to her in an e -mail. Now I'm going to share it with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;As you know, I’ve been doing the Beth Moore &lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/lwc/article_main_page/0,1703,A=166205&amp;amp;M=200853,00.html?"&gt;Bible Study &lt;/a&gt;with the Tuesday morning group. I did the last day’s homework on Monday night and it was an INCREDIBLE experience! God used it to reveal a stronghold in my life (which we have been hearing about at &lt;a href="http://www.northstarknox.com/"&gt;church &lt;/a&gt;and at our DOK small group!). One that I keep coming back to – over and over. And I really had never recognized it as a stronghold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As briefly as possible – we were studying &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20132:1-10&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Psalm 132:1-10&lt;/a&gt;. But to understand the passage, she took us back through the Old Testament to read about what led up to this Psalm. Basically, it was a story of David’s heart and passion for God and his wanting to find the Ark of the Covenant and bring it to a permanent place in Jerusalem. They looked, but didn’t find it where they thought it would be. Then when they found it they put it on a cart attached to oxen to haul it. At one point on the journey it started to slide off and a man close by (Uzziah) put his hand on it to steady it and he died! This scared and angered David so much that he abandoned the trip and left the ark there. Eventually, he heard of the blessings that God was pouring out on the household where the ark had been left, and he got back on track and after studying the proper way of transporting the ark, continued the journey to bring the ark home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stood out to me as myself!! I was a married woman – seeking after the heart of God. I was praying and praying and doing everything that I thought God wanted of me. Despite my miserable marriage, I had joy in the Lord and faith in Him for my future. Then all of a sudden, He did something that I didn’t expect of Him. He ended my marriage instead of healing it! I was scared and angry. I tried to abandon my journey as a Christian because of it. I tried to take my life into my own hands. I was too afraid to trust Him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done this before. Any time that God “behaves” in a way that is inconsistent with whom I think He is or should be, I freak out and “abandon the journey”. Of course, the good news is He doesn’t abandon me and I always come back to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday night I spent an amazing time in prayer and quietness before Him. I feel like He has restored me to the faith that I’ve known before. I am so grateful and in love with Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9kz-27estI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lSYTDLy894I/s1600-h/Christmas+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177226401628992210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9kz-27estI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lSYTDLy894I/s200/Christmas+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just had to share that with you!!&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/23524518-5858839974670712011?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5858839974670712011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5858839974670712011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5858839974670712011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5858839974670712011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-restored.html' title='I have been restored!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9kz-27estI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lSYTDLy894I/s72-c/Christmas+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23524518.post-5720504597243710143</id><published>2008-03-12T18:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:47:05.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a good day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9hZeW7esrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K4I-Lrx2YNI/s1600-h/j0399626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176986149748388530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9hZeW7esrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K4I-Lrx2YNI/s200/j0399626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today was such a beautiful day here in East Tennessee! It was near 70 degrees this afternoon, sunny, and springy! I just love this weather! I look forward to having a little bit warmer mornings to have my quiet times on the deck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Today was just one of those days when everything fell into place and I got a lot accomplished and I feel good about it. You know those kinds of days? I got a good night's sleep for starters. I got more transcription done than I've ever gotten done in one morning! I had a good healthy salad for lunch. I got my Bible study done today. And I even got several things posted on my eBay store this afternoon before the kids came home from school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Then I cooked dinner. And I do not say this lightly. My children debated at dinner about how long it had been since I had cooked a nice meal and sat down to eat with them. I had no idea that it was such a big deal for them! Of course, we used to have a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9hblW7essI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D8psTjsgSas/s1600-h/j0409578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176988469030728386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9hblW7essI/AAAAAAAAAHw/D8psTjsgSas/s200/j0409578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family sit down dinner almost every night before the "changes" happened. Now, I just cook for them and spend the time running back and forth from the stove giving seconds, getting more drinks, etc... Tonight I cooked pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans and crescent rolls. I put it all on the table and even sat and ate with them. They acted like it was Thanksgiving dinner or something! It was really funny! The best part about it was that I was appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I got the dishes done, two of the kids have had their baths, and now we all have a little free time before gathering for our Bible Time. We've been reading the book of John. I'm trying to time it just right for Easter. We are really ahead of schedule, so it should work out. I've been amazed lately at how many times we've heard reference to John...whatever - on the radio, at church, different places! Every time, the kids are like, "Hey Mom! We just read that the other day in John 12" (or whatever!). Their minds are absorbing it. I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Two more days until Spring Break! They will be home with me for 10 days straight! I really hope for some warm days to do some fun things outdoors!!&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/23524518-5720504597243710143?l=tnblogginmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5720504597243710143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23524518&amp;postID=5720504597243710143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5720504597243710143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23524518/posts/default/5720504597243710143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tnblogginmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-was-good-day.html' title='Today was a good day!'/><author><name>Tennessee Mama Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583138317307752919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/ShQYZsAkRnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/M7Q6_XtzSBA/S220/rk+mug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9qwQk12R1oA/R9hZeW7esrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/K4I-Lrx2YNI/s72-c/j0399626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
