<?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-30343608</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:41:13.736-04:00</updated><category term='everyday life'/><category term='week in review'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>acrosstheboard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-4382102510620145159</id><published>2010-01-06T00:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:27:57.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking with the Hubs</title><content type='html'>So we had a little bedtime chat tonight.  It amounted to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy. Life is getting busier. It will likely not slow down anytime soon. Or become any easier. So yes, life is here and now and all about what we do with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is okay. For the first time in a long time, it is okay.  I am not looking to escape it, just get through it with some small measure of grace and maybe a little bit of peace left over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with the hubs is good. He completes me in ways I never really think about.  And I think I do that for him as well.  How blessed I am to have him.  Ask me on a different day and my response may not be quite the same but it will still in fact be true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chatted about our kiddos, all 6 plus 1 plus 1 grand) We chatted about extended family.  We chatted about Bible study and new jobs and new people in our lives. We chatted about vacations and plans for our future. We chatted about our home, paint and windows and stuff and we chatted about incomes and cars (still loving our new little KIA).  We chatted about health and the lack thereof.  We chatted about friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we chatted about chatting. We need to chat. We need to make time to do this. We need to never stop doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention? My dear man? He is not a talker. Nope. Not many words there with him. If it needs to be said? He will say it but he is not . . .well, he is not a chatter.  Funny, I never noticed tonight and I heard so much in those few minutes of bedtime conversation.  Perhaps it is because I needed to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-4382102510620145159?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/4382102510620145159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=4382102510620145159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4382102510620145159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4382102510620145159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2010/01/talking-with-hubs.html' title='Talking with the Hubs'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-1506805127495695394</id><published>2010-01-05T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:15:01.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I doing this well or even thoughtfully?</title><content type='html'>I really really like this thought: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to decide what happens to me in life; often the only decision I get to be a part of is what I do with it after the happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often, life just happens.  No matter how intentional we may plan to be or how unintentional our personalities may be (this is where I find myself most often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stuff happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff. Bad stuff. Ugly stuff. Sad stuff. Wonderous and Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we process this stuff is where I am right now. I am reflective about it. I am living in it.  I am wondering about how well I do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like follow up to an event. The whole "how'd it go, what could we do better, what would we never do again and how can we change this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life often doesn't give us do overs.  Words can not be gathered back up, rewind and say the better, less abrasive thing.  Actions are the same. One chance is what we get.  Live and learn many would say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking it is more then that.  Perhaps it is learn and then live well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being convicted all over again about where my focus, my heart, my attention need to be.  Not just some of the time, but all of the time.  Each moment in time. When I continually work on those things, the reactions to life? They are much more tempered and better played out. Better thought out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic stuff I know.  Just something I need to come back to again and again and remind myself of.  Guess the beginning of a new year is a good time to think on these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures are flooding through my mind right now, to many to list but that's the point isn't it? Scripture saturating our minds, overflowing into our lives.  Not knowing and parsing the words adn meanings but rather, living them out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?  I stink at this on my own.  Oh I know lots of scripture, a heritage and blessing of my youth for sure, and what I can't quite remember? I am a mean and quick concordance user. But that is just it. I know it, but am I living it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the power of prayer but am I praying?  I know the power of scripture but am I letting it guide my every action and more importantly, my reactions? I know the peace offered to me in the security of my Faith, let alone the incredible Power offered there but am I living daily there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that about sums it up.  I AM sure of what I hope for and certain of what I can not see.  And because of that Faith?  I need to keep myself infused with that Power, the Power through my Faith in Him who lives within me to react according to His Word and His Will, not my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sweet Jesus, make my ponderings more then words, make them my hearts desire for you in all.  Help my wondering heart to come home to you that I may live my life according to your good purpose.  Less of me, more of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo hard to do some days. You know God, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-1506805127495695394?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/1506805127495695394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=1506805127495695394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1506805127495695394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1506805127495695394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-doing-this-well-or-even.html' title='Am I doing this well or even thoughtfully?'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-5399106231228064006</id><published>2009-12-31T17:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:58:53.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup, so here we are at the close of one year and the beginning of a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. For the 46th time for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding I write blog post in my head but they never make it on here.  I wish they would. They help me process and think through things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father in law passed away a few days before Christmas.  What a hard day, week and I am quite certain months ahead that was/will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law, she is still with us but really? half of her is gone and she is feeling it in every way possible.  When scripture tells us to leave and cleave and become one with our spouse it is for real.  Losing someone after 55 years of marraige?  I can hardly imagine but I find I do imagine, over and over again and thinking has not been a bad thing this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all only get so much time ya know?  I find myself trying ever so hard to be more patient with my kiddos.  Love my husband a bit better. Enjoy every moment.   It is work. It is hard. But it is not without reward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about relationships.  I tend to complicate that a lot.  I love relationships and have many of them. (Yeah, I am THAT person).  I want to be good at those relationships.  I really do.  But sometimes they get ignored, pushed aside or taken advantage of because? I am human.  I want to pay attention and be better at this relationship thing this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, speaking of this my family seems to need me, I hope to be back on sooner then later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Blessed New Year Everyone, Live each moment thoughtfully and fully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-5399106231228064006?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/5399106231228064006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=5399106231228064006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5399106231228064006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5399106231228064006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/12/yup-so-here-we-are-at-close-of-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-4214657396099782758</id><published>2009-11-12T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:52:33.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Gives Perspective</title><content type='html'>It is so very easy to get lost in your own stuff.  I had been doing that of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Grown children with major life issues confronting them.  Teenage children each with their seperate issues.Two little children, again, with their issues.  Not one, but two sets of aging parents and yup, their issues!   Extended family with issues, does the list never end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no it does not and neither do the issues end. They just become a part of who we are and how we get through each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching and praying for a young family who has more then their share of issues.  What a testiment to their God and their Faith they have been. The transparency and grace with which they move from issue to issue has been such an encouragment to me.  And can I just say? My issues? Can't touch the things life is throwing at them right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder how I would respond?  Would I be able to let go and let God have His way? Would I be able to say all of Him and None of me.   Would my God recieve Glory in my responses to life's issues?   I only pray He would.  He is so deserving of all I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pondering and praying and trying to please my God.  Lord, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-4214657396099782758?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/4214657396099782758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=4214657396099782758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4214657396099782758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4214657396099782758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-gives-perspective.html' title='God Gives Perspective'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-2805594284462177290</id><published>2009-11-03T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:02:53.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up again!</title><content type='html'>Updating a blog on a regular basis is obviously NOT one of my skills sooooo perhaps I will get back to it but for now?  Not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-2805594284462177290?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/2805594284462177290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=2805594284462177290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/2805594284462177290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/2805594284462177290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-up-again.html' title='Giving up again!'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-1603703091702177189</id><published>2009-10-10T03:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:04:27.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cruise, The Job, That is the Question.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, does it just always pour when it rains or what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 25 years our lives moved along fairly smoothly with  few bumps in the road (just normal happy bumps, at least 6 of them! Okay that last little one took her good ol' time getting settled in here in the real world.) and a few not so happy bumps, but others have tread these waters, we can too.  Money troubles pass, sickness gives way to health or renewed energy to deal with continued poor health, one house with 3 tiny bedrooms gives way to the "dream house, 4 bedroom colonial with an inground pool on a cul de sac (okay dead end but we loved it) and then came 10 years of fixer upper and that house was gorgeous so what to do? Put it on the market and move to the country (ha!) make that the McMansion in the suburbs. We really do not care who doesn't get it or thinks it's ridiculously large (let them try to live with 4 and 5 kids in a house!) or whatever they think when they visit the first time and within minutes say (so. . .what did you say Mark's does for a living?)  Folks, that just isn't being suttle (how DO you spell that word???)  anywho, life is good.  And? We love our home.  And I think I've already mentioned my man's excellent employment history and advancement through the ranks.  Yes, indeed life is fine.  Even church issues have calmed down. THAT was a super tough road to walk but knowing God was in it all?   My HOPE was truly never shaken, my walk? Maybe, my Hope? never.  God is good all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world did That diatribe have to do with a job and a cruise? HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was about to get unpredictable for sure.  As the calendar ticked down to the take it or cancel it date for this wonderful vacation (as in, no tickie, no ride on the fancy boat, tickie now? no refund later kinda thing) the job was still being tossed around ever so slowly. Would Mark stay at the bank with buku vacation days and flexible time off making the cruise easy enough to take or would the new job come through before/during/after the cruise and how would that play out?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the economy got worse.  I probably should have been inserting that phrase into the whole storyline every 2 sentences or so.  But then I would have had to mention aging parents health concerns, swine flu on a cruise to Mexico, and impossible odds of getting any information ahead of time from the job front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe at one point Marks's words to me where something along the lines of  "There is a hurricane coming and you are planning a picnic"  Not the kindest words but he got his point across and his frustration level with where our lives currently were.  I had my cry and prepared to give up my "dream vacation" I had been actively planning for close to 6 months.  I knew peoples names we would cruise with. I was in charge of things. We had signed up for Fish Extender Gift Exchange. . .I had purchased foraml wear for kids. HUGE SIGH   There would be vacations again.  We could always visit uumm, I don't know, isn't this where we started?  I Guess we will just stay home.  thud. slam.  ouch.  ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until I had nearly given up, the week we had to make a payment beyond deposits and not turn back that Mark began to ask questions and realize this was not going to happen for this price ever again.  And that the pediatrician really did think it was okay to take Jillie on this cruise and she would not die of swine flu And that our parents would probably live out the week we happened to be in the middle of the Carribbean.  And. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job came through BUT no idea when we will get a start date.  Are you kidding me?  A call to the contact person who dealt with vacation time revealed he could actually request off before he even had a start date! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way it would be the exact week they wanted him to start right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the plunge and paid our bill. WE ARE GOING TO CRUISE (picnic remember?)&lt;br /&gt;The economy (hurricaine remember?) actually looks a bit more promising (at least in our house, WE ARE LEAVING BANKING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just have to say here. I never prayed and stayed quiet so long over almost any other decision we had to make that involved that level of money, time, etc.  Okay, there was the  weeks without a car for the last 2 months of pregnancy but that was years ago. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I guess guys just need to think about stuff instead of hear us talk about it ya know? Okay at least my guy does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will go ahead and type it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old job ended and the new job started and we had one fabulous vacation in the exact middle of the two!  Isn't God awesome to make it all work out that way?  Yes, it was crazy hectic, yes it was insane scheduling, yes, I thought it was lousy timing in a lot of ways and yes, it still all worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!  My insomnia is receeding and maybe I can sleep now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-1603703091702177189?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/1603703091702177189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=1603703091702177189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1603703091702177189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1603703091702177189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/10/cruise-job-that-is-question.html' title='The Cruise, The Job, That is the Question.'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-3848378115613778033</id><published>2009-09-14T01:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T02:04:53.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation? We are pros!</title><content type='html'>It all started back in January over our dinner table. We always try to ask the kids where they would like to go on vacation that year. We are indeed a blessed family as we usually get to travel and be away more then once a year but that's getting off topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken vacations to the Southeast so many times (hey, it's cheaper then most places to go and near home and there is plenty to see and do) So we had that coverd. Literally MD to FL. check, been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North East? Pricier but we had fit in a few trips up that way too. PA to Bar Harbor, MN check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have vacationed in the midwest. totally awesome 2 week road trip. I think we can still hear "On the Raod again" in our brains as we moved from hotel to hotel for 14 nights. Big shiney arches? check. Those big guys carved in the rocks? check. Mountain goats? check Painted rocks and Red Rocks, and things that looked like rocks? check.. Mountains that define splendor? check. Miles and miles of nothingness to get from place to place? check. The biggest Visa bill we had ever seen? check! The memories? check check and double check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about TX and the deep south and TN mountains? check check check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally realized there are just a few areas we had missed. New Mexico/Arizona, the whole of California (well, Mark and I spent a week in CA sans kids and had a blast flying in and out of Las Vegas and driving across that part of the dessert) OR Washington State and parts of the North West ? All very interseting options!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I set off to research such a trip for our family of 6. I quickly realized it would be a duanting task. For one, transporting a family of 6 all the way across our lovely continental US of A is both , very time consuming and very expensive. Not much of either left once you arrive! huh.&lt;br /&gt;We could fly, we could drive, we could cut some stops out, we could pair down our goals, we could go to just one place. . . seriously it was such a discouraging prospect. And the numbers where down right scary, like 5 digit scary or very near to it!! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually have a go-to plan when we want to make everyone happy, stay a little closer to home, and be fairly budget minded. No one believes us but Walt Disney World is one of the cheapest vacations we can find! We have been to WDW close to 20x in the past 25 years. However, my current two teenagers? Actually asked for something different this year. Did I really burn them out? Oh heaven help me if I did, Disney is my happy place. Maybe 3x in one year was a bit much. . . not for my youngest two, they would go back at the drop of a hat! They love it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Disney was out for this year. The other part of that dinner conversation we had? Someone (not mentioning any names here) mentioned cruising. Mark and I have long wanted to try that out. The teens agreed it might be fun and different. Maybe I could look into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I became discouraged with my land based vacation, I turned to researching cruising. Can I just stop for a minute and say? I love the Internet? And search engines and forum boards and and and all the readily available information at your finger tips? I dream of being a travel agent or a real estate agent or okay, well, I like pretty fun things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. yes, moving on! So many lines to choose from, so many prices, so many places to go. So many decisions. We settled on a Western Carribbean Itinerary as Mark has had opportunity to visit Grand Cayman for work (yeah, I know, poor banker just doin' his job) but I was not able to go along and was bummed about it! He was excited to show us what he had loved so much!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of WCarrb. Itin's also include Mexico. How fun! We have never been out of the country except Canada when they almost didn't let Kiley come home with us . . .oh , sorry 'nother story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay then! I was finding repeatedly which cruise lines were kid friendly and which ones where not so much. Can you guess? Do I even have to say? Disney is cruising the Western Carribbean this year! Let me request a quote for this cruise right away! The best of both worlds. The big kids get a cruise. The littles get a touch of Disney and the Mouse! I waited patiently for my quote to come back. Then not so patiently. Finally, I get the email! I open it up and what do I see? $10,878.40. What? That price does not get us to the Port in FL, it does not include any of the tips and extras you have to pay. . . I was heartbroken. No way we can come close to affording that. I left it alone for a few days, then I thought, I am a great bargain hunter, I can do this. I just need more facts. The next time I requested a quote? I had more information, best times to sail, which cabin to select, etc. This time my number came back at $7,432.40 . UGH! We obviously just can't afford this. Or maybe I just needed more information. Enough already, I will just say this: $5,266.40 (what's with the 40 cents anyway??) $4.211.40, and it just kept coming down! It was the end of season blowout spectacular! Who cares if we have to cruise during hurricane season? Who cares if we need to drive to FL and not fly? Who cares if we can't have a window in our cabin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE GOING ON A DISNEY CRUISE FOR A WHOLE WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2 or 3 or 4 day weekend cruises for us. No party cruise lines for us. No gambling and unacceptable stage shows, no sirree! We are going on the top rated cruise line sailing for families and even couples without children prefer it over most other lines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am estatic and dig in to real planning and learning the ins and outs of booking, paying, lingo, oh it just goes on and on forever and what an education I am getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps, forgot one thing. Need to have a discussion with the hubs. Might want to let him know what I've found. And ummm, yeah, maybe what I have booked. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Night seems like a good time don't you think? yes, well true love wins out over his shock that I had actually booked this and as he hears all about it, he is thinking it sounds good too. I still can not believe he is "onboard" with my plan! So we discuss what about if this job comes through? Well, we have time to worry about that before the cancel without penalty date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo-Hoo! Up next? The plans take shape! And so does the new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-3848378115613778033?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/3848378115613778033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=3848378115613778033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3848378115613778033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3848378115613778033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/09/vacation-we-are-pros.html' title='Vacation? We are pros!'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-3025969378157778614</id><published>2009-09-14T00:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:57:46.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yes, it is true, I am the worst blogger ever and am over feeling guilty about it!  I just commented on a blog I normally only breeze by occasionally and realized it linked her to mine (opps!  Hi Joy if you hop over) .  How embarrassing as I only blog for my personal need to recap my days sometimes! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I will recap tonight as I seem to be to tired to move from this stool!  When did I give up my lovely big office to my 2 teenagers and become relagated to the kitchen counter with this old laptop?  &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I really have absolutely no time to be on here but I am one tired girl tonight and doubt if I bother to move much more would get done anyway kwim?  The drama, the stress, the general chaos of our lives right now is overwhleming to put if mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge "season of life" is about to come to a close.  Mark drives to VA (south of Wash DC) tomorrow to get his final clearance and begin (finally~ more on that in a minute)what is to be his new job.  Although his last day at "The Bank" is not until this Thursday's exit interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has worked for Wilmington Trust Company for 25 years.  I like to say the Bank had him before I did! Ha! We celebrate 25 years next fall!   He has completed this season of his life.  Is he sorry to be going? Not really.  He is ready for a change.  It has been a good ride, from college graduate in an uncertain economy (much like todays) snagging a decent job with a big name bank after looking and looking and looking . . .to Senior Vice President with way to many perks and benefits to list over the years, the bank (and my hubby)have been an excellent provider and Mark has enjoyed his job and the people he has worked with.  He is ending well.  He will be missed.  It makes me proud to be able to say those things.  He is a faithful man in all he does.  I am a blessed women to have him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many have asked, then why leave? Why not just coast on into retirement from here?  It is difficult to explain; when you know God is affirming something and no matter how you want to run from whatever it is, He keeps opening some doors and closing others? Well, let's just say, it was clear, the time to go, to move on was now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tomorrow my husband becomes a Government employee.  The Federal Government that is.  Specifically?  He will be working for ODNI. (Office of Director of National Intelligence) He will be working with IARPA.  Gotta love the Gov't and all their initials and abbreviations.   He is very excited to take on this new challenge!  I have watched his whole demeanor change. He is excited to be going. He is looking forward to new opportunities.  He is beginning this job as he did his first with a passion to learn and grow and make things happen.  Again, I am so proud of him.  I am also terrified for him! HA! What good wife would not be?!   He faces a HUGE commute. We are not planning to move.  This was a decision we made as a couple/family before he ever even applied for this job.  He faces a much different working environment.  Top secret security clearance anyone?  He is a much more experienced, more seasoned employee but he is still going to be the new guy on the block.  Never the easiest.  I will be praying for him as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as I am left.  There.  I said it.  This is just as huge for me as for him in many ways.  When Mark and I married I had no idea what to expect.  We made it through.  We faced lots of changes, lots of kids, lots of successes, lots of failures.  We did it all and we carved a path for our family.  And yes, I know we will continue to do so and this is just the next big thing.  BUT but but, it is dang hard for me!   The comforts of familiarity are gone for now.  The certainty of what to expect is gone for now.  The man who worked 15 minutes from home, (worked being a relative term as some would say "bankers hours" are hardly work. . .hehe) will no longer be able to drop everything when a child falls and meet us in the ER or when a robber breaks into our home, he will no longer arrive before the police (yes! this really happened!) .  He will no longer be able to make every 6pm dinner or 7pm concert or meeting at church.   We have talked about these changes and have together agreed to them.  I have tried to mentally prepare myself to go it alone when I need to do so.  I am trying to let go and let God figure it all out and know He is sufficient for and in ALL.   Mark and I have a strong relationship but I know it will be tested.   New demands on both of us from completely different directions will need to be met and accomplished.   Our children still need both of us.  That has never been a difficult thing.  It will now need to become more intentional and planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, changes are a no longer coming, they are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do to transition from one career path into another?  What does one do with unused vacation time that must be used up or lost in transition?  What does a family do that is looking into a future of changes and less time together then they are used to having?  What indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only have seen the handwriting on the wall.  God knew I believe and with quite a bit of effort on this Mamas part (funny but true) He has allowed a long dreamed for vacation to come to fruition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the time line! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at WTCo.  Thursday, Sept 17th.  Exit interview complete? 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Leave for family vacation  Thursday, September 17th  On the road 4pm. &lt;br /&gt;Return from family vacation Sunday, September 27th&lt;br /&gt;Begin new job Monday, September 28th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!  Family vacation details coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-3025969378157778614?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/3025969378157778614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=3025969378157778614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3025969378157778614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3025969378157778614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-yes-it-is-true-i-am-worst-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-1023008428408749632</id><published>2009-02-06T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:35:08.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No way I will be able to go back and "catch up" so I'll just jump right in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was date night. Brought the kids a couple of pizzas home and went out with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did an exchange at Old Navy for a dress I had bought for Jillie for Christmas and then decided I did not like when I tried it on her today.  Came away with a very cute into Spring-ish top and a tankini on sale for $10.  very nice. nearly even exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I popped in Joanne Fabrics, got my name on the mailing list for coupons one more time and found clearance ribbon for 10cents a yard. Maybe I will try to make some of those fancy hairbows. At 10cents a yard maybe I won't feel so bad about goofing up.  Since I'm paying around $3-$7 a piece for her bows, it was worth my $3.90 to give it a go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Moes for dinner.  I used to like Moes, I did.  The hubs still does. Me? not so much.  oh well. I still got to spend time with my man and altho I refused to pay 1.75 for three cookies (when did they go up?) I did get Mark to go thru drive thru and share a Shamrock Shake from Mickey Dees with me.  Home again, home again, jiggity jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little ones who were suppose to go down at 9pm? They are having a loft bed sleep over in Emory's room and they are definitely NOT sleeping at this point.  &lt;sigh&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe not a HOT date but time with my hubby alone is good. so good. really good.  And as a testiment to our "oldness"? He came in the door at 9:40pm and said, I think I'm going to bed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also made another stop at the goodwill today (I gotta stay out of that store!) and found a couple good deals. 2 to resale (know I can probably at least double my price) and two for Jillie to wear, and two storage totes I usually pay $7each for at only $2 each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a lot of time today making Jillie a tutu!  It's looking pretty good.  It is pink and white except for that one lime green ribbon Jillie insisted on adding. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a few loads of laundry. Cleaned up marker off my chair in the sitting room, what's with those two and markers these days!!!!! ugh.  hemmed one pair of Kileys jeans (will she never grow any taller?).  And deposited Zach's last paycheck from the Dunkin donuts.  Still have not seen a W-2 for the boy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has our State refund in hand. Federal filed. woefully smaller than last year as we took our deductions out thru the year to pay bills. what fun is that?  did go over budget with him for the year and managed to get a vacation line in there.  I am holding out for a Disney cruise.  I DO think it can happen.  No WDW this year.  And after trying to price out CA, Nevada, Arizona trips?  Not happening.   so sad. Everything takes money!  And since last months energy bill was over $500 (and it's cold in here!) who knows what this month will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley goes on Jr Hi retreat next weekend. I teach team kid on Sunday, Mark is on for Sunday School this whole month, Cameron and Ki have the first info meeting for Maine Missions trip this Sunday as well.  And, Cameron starts drivers Ed this Tues night. Tues/Thurs for next 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, typing that out made me realize we are getting ready to hit a busy couple of months. And I need to be putting money aside each week for vacation if I want one which means gotta try and cut back on the eating out. Which means eating at home (blech) Been trying to gear up for that, really I have.  &lt;sigh&gt;  I LOVE eating out. . .oh my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuff for tonight. Just wish I could be more consistant!   with lots of stuff in my life. Read the Word with the two little ones at breakfast.  Did my gateway Old/New Testament readings today, and Prov 31 devotional. Wish I could do that every day for sure!  oh no! Just realized yet another inconsistancy today, I need to run and take my Insilin, forgot all day! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-1023008428408749632?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/1023008428408749632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=1023008428408749632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1023008428408749632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1023008428408749632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-way-i-will-be-able-to-go-back-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6056143215898534116</id><published>2009-01-18T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:35:05.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh dear just typed a whole long update on where I've been and what's been going on and then lost it. oh well. I am back and will update more later.  to tired to type it all again! ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-6056143215898534116?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6056143215898534116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6056143215898534116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6056143215898534116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6056143215898534116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-dear-just-typed-whole-long-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-8949123990926618256</id><published>2009-01-18T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:33:56.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-8949123990926618256?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/8949123990926618256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=8949123990926618256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8949123990926618256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8949123990926618256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-8377082803606020086</id><published>2009-01-06T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:10:52.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And for posterities sake I feel I must record that my Year of a Million Dreams Mickey antennea topper is gone!  I am so sad!  Glad for my clean car that went through the car wash that ate my antennea topper but so sad my ears are gone.  Feel like it could be a long time before I get another. . . and I so want to go back. Emory and Jillie talk all the time about going back.  I really want to go again. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-8377082803606020086?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/8377082803606020086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=8377082803606020086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8377082803606020086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8377082803606020086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-for-posterities-sake-i-feel-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-5522353415025436205</id><published>2009-01-06T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:07:52.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10:00am January 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mondays can be like that can't they?  Totally missed writing on here.  spent lots of time answering emails on my blackberry and got sore thumbs from it!   made a run to BJ's and picked up a Winnie the Pooh video I bought off craigslist for Emory.  Came home to a mess for dinner that ended up taking over an hour and a half to be done with and no one was thrilled about.  oh well.  Sat on couch and talked with Mark a bit and put kids to bed. Watched an hour of mindless tv and then most of the news and went to bed.  No wonder I didn't write! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did read my scriptures yesterday and today. Oswald Chambers selections last couple of days are not very clear for me or at least not very something. . . oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark leaves for Phoenix tomorrow am so I will need to help him pack tonight also need to run to Kohl's and see if I can pick up a shirt for him.  Also need to run to bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am off to do a couple errands and take care of the little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-5522353415025436205?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/5522353415025436205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=5522353415025436205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5522353415025436205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5522353415025436205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/1000am-january-6-2009-well-mondays-can.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-5865562881838161489</id><published>2009-01-05T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:23:45.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did make it to worship today. A little rough start as my vision was doing that stobe light like thing but it passed after just a few minutes.   Bathed Em and Jill and was able to get out the door on time.  Knew before we left this morning I would be ordering pizza for dinner.  Sundays are hard for me. Maybe just getting us all out and going. Feeling like it should be a day of rest and it's not, or just needing to know I can have that one day off from the kitchen, not sure exactly what.  Almost always glad to have made the effort though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, got to have Mark with me in s.s.  Studying John right now. John 3 today.  And Nicodemus and Jesus discussion.  Head knowledge or heart knowledge. Interesting.   Understanding or belief.  I like the book of John!   Pastor Mark for service today and communion meditation.  Little distracted as I had a headache and  then an abrupt answer to my general greeting to someone in front of me in church! weird!  Thought only I noticed and was racking my brain as to how to set it straight by end of service but all ended well and no one seemed offended in the end!  And even Mark did notice the strange abruptness of the person so I wasn't imagining things! Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent afternoon puttering around cleaning up kitchen and floors a bit to have Jim and Laurie over for the evening.   Enjoyed visiting with them.  Made the from cake mix snickerdoodles and added rice crispies fro crunch and even though I burned last batch coming out of oven, yum. Definitely make those again!  Baked up my cresent wrapped gouda and actually got to eat some this time. Served with apples and crackers.  yum again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach took Kiley to small group tonight.  Cameron did not have sm. group nor Emory Team Kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did fit in my bible reading tonight.  OT is interesting enough to keep me going right now and even wanted to read ahead but I will try and pace myself.  NT was on temptation of Jesus in the dessert.  Answering with scripture. What an excellent reminder for me.  I know it has only been 4 days since the new year but I am so thankful to have had even 4 days in the Word. Must be God because I can never do it on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible study to start back up this week on Thursday night.  Need the accountability for sure. Not sure what to do about starting my own study here in my home. Timing just seems off or wrong or something.   Guess what I need to do is pray and let God show me.  Woudl love to do a couples study and a womens study as well.   so many thoughts, so little time.  5 kids.  husband. big house.  littel money right now.  Yup, better just seek God on this one for sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping my upset tummy is more to many onions on my sub tonight and nothing more.  Cold and flu season.  yuk.  Emory and Jillie still with the runny noses pretty good but no other symptoms just yet. No meds given yet.  Need to call pediatrician for flu vaccine booster for both of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas decorations still await me.  They are so pretty tho. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to much time on computer right now as I am sharing with Mark, Cameron and Kiley. Probably good. Lots of other stuff to do.  And now I am needing to head to bed as it is after midnight and even with my tummy upset, I need to try and get at least a decent nights sleep or it just throws my whole day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-5865562881838161489?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/5865562881838161489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=5865562881838161489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5865562881838161489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5865562881838161489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-4-2009-did-make-it-to-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6464811599416896804</id><published>2009-01-03T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:58:12.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I missed connecting up with my craigslist guy who wanted my linen shower curtain, found out that the newly discovered dollar store with some different kinds of stuff is going under and everything was 69 cents today but I had no time to shop, attended a funeral for an old family/church friend who is my Mom's age, got a traffic ticket for making an illegal u-turn, tried to visit a friend in the hospital who got discharged just before I arrived,  folded a back log of laundry, made pork chops for dinner, read to my little ones, played Phase 10 with my 13 year old, and surfed the net on my kids desktop as my laptop is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all the randomness I can handle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read my next passages of scripture for today but  I was already ahead on the OT, and never made it to the NT (actually may have been ahead on that too come to think of it?) and was somewhat confused by the Oswald Chambers devotional for today?  And to be truthful?  I was touched by the memorial service today and maybe I was just off today in way more than one direction!  ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little ones are in bed, older boys are watching a flick, Kiley is listening to Harry Potter Book on CD and Mark is snoring on the couch.  Tomorrow is church, I really want to go, I do, just wish I could leave my snotty two little ones home!  Mark is done teaching his 4year olds until February so he gets to come to adult ss class with Jillie and I.   Do not feel like spending money on lunch tomorrow or having to cook when I get home.  Might have plans for Jim and Laurie to come over tomorrow night if Ki and Cam can get a ride to small group if they have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach returns MN in just a week and a half.   Mark got lots of work done on Zach's car today before he leaves. Tires, oil, wiper blades, hope it holds up for trip out and in the cold weather once it gets there.  Mark also took my van and filled it up with gas today and ran it through the car wash. Nice.  That acts of service guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark also fit his walk in the woods in today. He must be feeling better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to begin un-decorating.  HUGE sigh, did you hear it?  Maybe tomorrow. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I wasn't done with the randomness. It was just a random day all around I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-6464811599416896804?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6464811599416896804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6464811599416896804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6464811599416896804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6464811599416896804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-3-2009-so-i-missed-connecting.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-8549818859227086269</id><published>2009-01-02T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:42:57.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emory wants to know how much longer until his 6th birthday. he is tired of hearing  oh about a month, or about 4 weeks . That answer is old.  So today I told him 27 more days. He is much happier with that answer. Perhaps it is a great opportunity to fine tune his understanding of days and weeks and months and years.  Such a big concept for a little one who has lived such a short span of time.  He asked me this morning after remembering to rip off day one on his new desk top calendar, "Why are we keeping track of the days anyway Mommy?" Oh my little one, what a good question you ask!  Emory is my thinker for sure.  He loves a good count down to the next event. Proof for certain he is his Mamas boy.   I, who live for events and seem to only get bogged down in the day to day understand his anticipation and need for events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an event. We celebrated Dominic's 7th birthday with dinner at Chili's with  Jeremy and Jineen, most of Jineen's family, me and all my kiddos.   Dom seemed to have a good time, I know Emory did. Jillie had a fine time after she was able to move closer to the action but her early seating right next to her Mommy proved best for dinner eating purposes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to "go out with God" (Oswald Chambers this morning!) now and get to the buisness of the mundane if you will. Never know what God will make of it!  IT to include starting to undecorate the house from Christmas, it will look so bare.   Trying to catch up on laundry.  Bedding and towels as well. With Zach leaving in a few short days I must catch up with all of his things for sure.  Thinking on where the weekly budget needs to be spent (fun stuff like do we have enough tp for the week, how about margarine or chocolate milk syrup, do we have birthdays or other things to cover, and always the milk and diet soda supply), and the ever present errands for a family.  Today it is a trip to the library before I run Kiley up to Hannah's for a birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;It's always the mundane things that weigh me down.  I try to have a good attitude about it, even find ways to make it fun but inevitably, it is just so much more to get done. Not so much joy in crossing things off a list for me,  I'm a more "wow, look at what I found in this kind of girl"  Meaning  a nugget of truth in my bible reading, a fun recipe in a magazine to try, an especially good book I come across, a new way of getting a stain out of something or cleaning something that makes it better,  a special moment with one of the kiddos, oh, on and on.  Perhaps that is why God has given me what He has.  There is much depth and breadth (is that a word?) in taking care of this big house and this multitude of children.  Nothing simple about that. Always something new or happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am off for now.   Praying this day will be His, lead by Him and lived out for Him.   I can find joy in that right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepin' it real, Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-8549818859227086269?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/8549818859227086269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=8549818859227086269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8549818859227086269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8549818859227086269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2-2009-emory-wants-to-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-8252865492935194505</id><published>2008-12-31T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:00:00.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, 2008 has come and gone.  How can it be the final countdown of hours before yet another New Year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. TIME marches on. We are simply along for the ride on that one. What we DO with that time is quite another matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read a quote at the end of Oswald Chambers Journal entry that I think is a worthy thought to go forward on, into a brand spankin' New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leave the Irreparable past in HIS hands and step out into the Irrisistable future with HIM.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sense worrying over the undone, regrettable parts of last year, just learn from them, hopefully giving yourself as much and more Grace as you extend to others and move on into the future with the same grace and mercy extended to you each and every day by our loving and faithful Father God.  And no worrying about the future either! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-8252865492935194505?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/8252865492935194505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=8252865492935194505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8252865492935194505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8252865492935194505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-2008-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-4947015020250306300</id><published>2008-11-26T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:44:55.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, soooo I am not a very good blogger.  Just a good blog follower and reader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do like to think through my fingers every now and again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and there is much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I still both have our parents.  Our kids are all growing and thriving.  Mark is still employed in this awful ecomomy that is a huge blessing.  We are able to pay our bills every month.  We attend a great church that cares more about it's people then it's image.  I am still able to be at home with my little ones and almost keep up with them (ha!).  I have great siblings and just got to be with all of them at once (first time in 5 years).  I live in a beautiful house that I am still able to keep somewhat clean most of the time!  I am involved with two small groups that carry me through the rough patches as we look together toward God and His answers for our lives.  I am most thankful for the little things though.  The unexpected smile or I love you from my husband.  The hug from one of my kids.   The lunch dates with old and new friends. The hour to sit and read a book.  The ability to remember how blessed I am.  The Word made new through the Holy Sprit every time I read it.  Insulin. Okay, that one is a love/hate thing, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just realized, as I do every single time I sit down to do this, I could continue this list far past my ability or time to type.   I am thankful.  Lord, show me how to live out that gratitude and thankfulness ever day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to shower (what?!  it's only 2pm or so?) and make the last grocery store trek before the big meal.  I am sad so few are coming but relived at the lesser work load, strange feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will blog again another day. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-4947015020250306300?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/4947015020250306300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=4947015020250306300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4947015020250306300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4947015020250306300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-soooo-i-am-not-very-good-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-5338205099841962766</id><published>2008-10-29T15:52:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:21:59.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjB3K63BGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7dEYdBj_0m8/s1600-h/IMG01419.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;Shift gears, 3 weeks to plan a budget wedding with almost no help for the Mother of the Groom as she does it all! Convinvced I am super women (duh!) I agree to help my friend with a last minute affair for her oldest son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi_nJLWEgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1KJcdFM5WH8/s1600-h/IMG01333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262666843781730818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi_nJLWEgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1KJcdFM5WH8/s320/IMG01333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is what we had to work with! Okay so the trees and the sky and the beach were okay but are you kidding me? An outside pavillion in the middle of summer with questionable water and electricity? ack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi__4thmLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3F5tJVnNC5c/s1600-h/IMG01337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262667268858419378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi__4thmLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3F5tJVnNC5c/s320/IMG01337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjAhuolEZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h8K0S_1unxc/s1600-h/IMG01344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262667850268873106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjAhuolEZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h8K0S_1unxc/s320/IMG01344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjAS-EJJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rueNE-z1gsI/s1600-h/IMG01339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262667596712978418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjAS-EJJ_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rueNE-z1gsI/s320/IMG01339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjBj8I8N8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dR6GHwAbCCU/s1600-h/IMG01418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262668987765635010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjBj8I8N8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dR6GHwAbCCU/s320/IMG01418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi_0KdU0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/PkKESB2wpUA/s1600-h/IMG01335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262667067463881698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi_0KdU0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/PkKESB2wpUA/s320/IMG01335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjBuBWZ8II/AAAAAAAAAF0/XPj0cAc1JWw/s1600-h/IMG01419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262669160962977922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjBuBWZ8II/AAAAAAAAAF0/XPj0cAc1JWw/s320/IMG01419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we ended up with. After lots and lots and lots of work and a very helpful husband &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjCVCGJdBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HVGoCsPlp44/s1600-h/IMG01426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262669831178122258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjCVCGJdBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HVGoCsPlp44/s320/IMG01426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Mine!) and another couple (hubby and wife both &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjCgpjZr8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nI_Xi6Gf2xQ/s1600-h/IMG01430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262670030748364738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjCgpjZr8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/nI_Xi6Gf2xQ/s320/IMG01430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took day off &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjCHGDquYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WQB_t45PBXs/s1600-h/IMG01423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262669591723293058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQjCHGDquYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WQB_t45PBXs/s320/IMG01423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;work!) &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;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;MAYBE the stunning rainbow at the end of a very hard 3 days was nice.  I took virtually no pictures of the wedding as I was consumed with setting up the tables, decorating, cooking, cleaning, clean up, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were asked several times who the "caterers" were because everything was so nice/pretty/good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un-be-liev-able.  Uummm, the Grooms Mother and few of her friends okay? Can we eat now? Before we have to cart the whole thing 2 hours back up the road after we clean it up in the dark with only one shop light to help??!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention a 4 course meal with multiple desserts and appetizers to begin and hot foods/cold foods, and everything inbetween? &lt;sigh&gt;  oh nearly forgot, special menu items due to extreme allergies and vegan attendees? What? For 100 guest!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live and Learn. sometimes it is best NOT to assume you are super women and just tell a good friend from the get go you are not super women.   Except?  I'm convinced SHE IS.  Kudos to you Gloria for pulling it off. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-5338205099841962766?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/5338205099841962766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=5338205099841962766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5338205099841962766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5338205099841962766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-take-two.html' title='Wedding Take Two'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi_nJLWEgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1KJcdFM5WH8/s72-c/IMG01333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-7267024262407688661</id><published>2008-10-29T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:52:14.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi97mZcVNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BwMNXvlboNA/s1600-h/IMG01314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262664996199617746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi97mZcVNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BwMNXvlboNA/s320/IMG01314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More wedding shots b/c they have people I love in them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi-Nz-BDBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EP0vOr-o7lw/s1600-h/IMG01325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262665309080325138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi-Nz-BDBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EP0vOr-o7lw/s320/IMG01325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My three nieces/nephew, My brothers kiddos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My handsome husband loving his little "bride to be someday" during the Daddy and Daughter dance. sniff sniff.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay. 'nuf wedding. It was gorgeous. It was fun. it was exhausting, I think I'll sleep for a month!  NOT!  coming up! more wedding, more trips, more house company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-7267024262407688661?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/7267024262407688661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=7267024262407688661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7267024262407688661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7267024262407688661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-wedding-shots-bc-they-have-people.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi97mZcVNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BwMNXvlboNA/s72-c/IMG01314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-2721553462531173927</id><published>2008-10-29T15:26:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:46:09.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi5rdoC5ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/M_zX7m0Ovk8/s1600-h/IMG01272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262660320920528274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi5rdoC5ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/M_zX7m0Ovk8/s320/IMG01272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I have no clue how to format this thing. So I lost the cute pic of Emory and Jillie in cute outfits but we will move on anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The State Fair is a must every July. Free food, free baby chicks to hold if you dare, climbing on the tractors and looking at the motor homes, card board cut outs and homemade ice cream, being in the kid tent and competitions. You've got to learn your horses from the "big dogs" somewhere! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi6baoEbCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BnXchxKpQRE/s1600-h/IMG01264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262661144749042722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi6baoEbCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BnXchxKpQRE/s320/IMG01264.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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A Bridal shower game that my team won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bride modeling the dress she will wear to meet the President a few days after the wedding. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi6zoMMDBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gGn7nl7U1xs/s1600-h/IMG01266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262661560707058706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi6zoMMDBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gGn7nl7U1xs/s320/IMG01266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi7Mo2JRxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QaIDuRHHIzE/s1600-h/IMG01282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262661990379767570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi7Mo2JRxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QaIDuRHHIzE/s320/IMG01282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The flower girl and ring bearer at rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting our hair done.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi7mNvuBAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AmjqVDFwJ-c/s1600-h/IMG01292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262662429781656578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi7mNvuBAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AmjqVDFwJ-c/s320/IMG01292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi71Lc-YTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9hTF96sLvZI/s1600-h/IMG01290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262662686864204082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi71Lc-YTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9hTF96sLvZI/s320/IMG01290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi8J2OogJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Up5jkCmYejc/s1600-h/IMG01299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262663041944158354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi8J2OogJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Up5jkCmYejc/s320/IMG01299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kiley hated her hair! Don't blame her to much! But she was a fabulous guest book attendant &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The big event! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi8kaHnzDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Q3RbQ9YANqY/s1600-h/IMG01313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262663498255027250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi8kaHnzDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Q3RbQ9YANqY/s320/IMG01313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/30343608-2721553462531173927?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/2721553462531173927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=2721553462531173927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/2721553462531173927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/2721553462531173927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-i-have-no-clue-how-to-format-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi5rdoC5ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/M_zX7m0Ovk8/s72-c/IMG01272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6977480494664205672</id><published>2008-10-29T15:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:25:44.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my word! It is October already? Where did that go?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted we had an incredibly busy summer and even into September but Halloween is this week?!!&lt;br /&gt;I need to upload some photos to remember all we did and to see my sweet kiddos on line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back soon with something a little more relevant to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh look! a regular summer day in July with really cute outfits! ha! there is a wedding about to invade out lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but first a 13th birthday party. and bridal shower and rehearsal dinner and the big day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi0-jvvQOI/AAAAAAAAADU/n1L-W6uZKG0/s1600-h/IMG01247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262655151422783714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi0-jvvQOI/AAAAAAAAADU/n1L-W6uZKG0/s320/IMG01247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi1ryqRvMI/AAAAAAAAADc/BMS5V2xNuhk/s1600-h/IMG01250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262655928520522946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi1ryqRvMI/AAAAAAAAADc/BMS5V2xNuhk/s320/IMG01250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi18x2vggI/AAAAAAAAADk/0QrSXA92WRQ/s1600-h/IMG01248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262656220362146306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi18x2vggI/AAAAAAAAADk/0QrSXA92WRQ/s320/IMG01248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the birthday party included one really cute girl, 100 balloons flooding th ecieling of our 2 story family room, a huge candy buffet, pizza and cute cupcakes. The loot nor the friends are pictured but there was a wealth of both! Apples to Apples anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY so this is gonna take more than one post! Back in a minute! &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/30343608-6977480494664205672?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6977480494664205672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6977480494664205672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6977480494664205672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6977480494664205672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-word-it-is-october-already-where.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SQi0-jvvQOI/AAAAAAAAADU/n1L-W6uZKG0/s72-c/IMG01247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-8695502445409691023</id><published>2008-07-25T00:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:02:56.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beat.  I can't seem to get everything crossed off my to do list and tomorrow is the beginning of "The Wedding" event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley's has her best friend over for a couple days as she is in from Mexico for just a few days.  I just finished up making them chocolate covered strawberries, bananas and apples.  They are watching a movie, one of the Harry Potter ones I think (Kiley got the first 4 for her birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron went to Wal*art with me.  We picked up a few groceries and the extra air mattress I needed for our next wave of company. Couldn't find a white oxford though for Cam. I'll probably check a couple places tomorrow.  We did find pants and shoes yesterday at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle will go home tomorrow at 7:30am as my sister and her family will be arriving just about same time or shortly before after driving overnight from NC with 3 teens and a toddler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal is tomorrow evening followed by dinner so at least I don't have to cook!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having a Mommy and Daughter/Daughter in law morning tomorrow as we go to breakfast and then to get our nails done.  So at least an hour to just sit and do nothing. woo-hoo.  My legs are aching tonight after being on the go all day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gotten the promised e-mail about going to pick up Emory's tux yet so tomorrow I will just have to swing by the mall with him and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has been thru gallbladder surgery and was not able to have the procedure done laproscopically so his recovery will be a bit longer.  I am still hoping he is able to be discharged and feels up to stopping in as we have not been together (all 5 of the siblings) since Emory was born five years ago.  We are so scattered across the nation it is hard to do it very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair appointments for the girls Saturday morning and then the wedding that evening.  I am really looking forward to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it is, 1am again.  Hopefully I will have some good pictures to post next time I can sit and recap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-8695502445409691023?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/8695502445409691023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=8695502445409691023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8695502445409691023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8695502445409691023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-2542261191958373650</id><published>2008-07-23T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:47:04.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Grateful for my Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SIf0_nz4HnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0ktBzI2PIrQ/s1600-h/mariners+watch+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226415266442255986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SIf0_nz4HnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0ktBzI2PIrQ/s320/mariners+watch+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the image that is burned into my mind tonight as I think of what could have been.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I had a guest in my home until 11pm. I drove her home and returned at almost exactly midnight.  All was calm and quiet in my neighborhood on a Tuesday evening at that hour.  I needed some time to decompress after a particularly busy day and night. I sat down at my kitchen counter on this comuputer next to my kitchen window.  I had watched the lightening flashing for nearly an hour before the actual rain began. And it was a loud, earth shaking violent rain storm.  But short lived.  I prepared for bed and was ready to lie down by 1:15am or so.  I had taken some medication is the only thing I can come up with as to why I didn't hear the goings on just a short time later.  Even my heavy sleeper of a husband said he heard more violent thunderstorms moving through and sirens nearby. I never heard a thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when I had only been up a little while, Mark called home to see if I had been out and about yet today and I said no, why?  he proceeded to tell me about a neighbors home that was no longer.  I popped Emory and the girls into the car and drove around the block to the sight you see above.   I slowed as I approached the driveway to find a middle aged lady speaking with another young mom and kids (neighbors I believe). I rolled my window down and asked if everyone was safe? yes, she said in a dazed sort of way,  so I said I would be praying for them and drove on.   I felt the tears stinging my eyes at the loss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did lightening choose that home?  Why did it burn so quickly?  Why had I seen absolutely nothing out of the ordinary as I drove at 20 miles per hour right by the front yard of this home less then 90 minutes before 911 was called?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do believe the house was basically empty as it was on the market and from frequently driving by (every single time I leave my home I have to drive by)it appeared to be unoccupied altho the lawn was beautifully maintained all the time.   The gentleman in the driveway was going through a few boxes in the garage.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so sad. And yet, it is such a relief to know it is only a material thing.  If you look closely at the photo you can see that the neighboring house's siding is almost completely melted away on the one side. Scary hot heat to do something like that.  And that house is fully occupied.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight, as I reflect on that image, I am thankful for my house.  My home. Which is so often a huge effort for me to maintain to any standard of  decency.  I love to have people in.  I love to offer hospitality.  But often do not because I feel my home is not put together enough or clean enough.  This week and next I have had/will have house company nearly non stop.   What if that home were mine?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I am grateful for my home.  Dirt, mess and not perfectness and all.  Each object within it's walls seem more perfect tonight.  Each member of my household, including the one "overnight guest" of the evening seem more important.   Why does it take such stark tragedy for us to stop and see the blessings right in our path?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I see them and am grateful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-2542261191958373650?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/2542261191958373650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=2542261191958373650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/2542261191958373650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/2542261191958373650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-grateful-for-my-home.html' title='Feeling Grateful for my Home'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SIf0_nz4HnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0ktBzI2PIrQ/s72-c/mariners+watch+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6822426969732066649</id><published>2008-07-17T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:30:21.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight is Peanut Butter Pie, made with heavy whipping cream and cream cheese. oh my word.  Nothing should be this easy to make and this good to eat!   I am obviously  on a dessert streak or something. And I'm cooking a bit more too.   Perhaps I'm looking for the way to my husbands heart again?  Nah!  Already figured that one out, a clean house!  Which I accomplished today with a little help and boy does it feel good to have it clean for a day or so or at least an hour or two! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is off to bath, bedtime book and bed for the little two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley's 13 B day party tommorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-6822426969732066649?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6822426969732066649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6822426969732066649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6822426969732066649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6822426969732066649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-tonight-is-peanut-butter-pie-made.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6183944497614566178</id><published>2008-07-17T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:23:05.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_iCRr-qKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CbxcjaiUTjM/s1600-h/IMG01165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224142621508544674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_iCRr-qKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CbxcjaiUTjM/s320/IMG01165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_h1nETuwI/AAAAAAAAACs/tE9gmG7RyCQ/s1600-h/IMG01158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224142403909434114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_h1nETuwI/AAAAAAAAACs/tE9gmG7RyCQ/s320/IMG01158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_ht2VOTWI/AAAAAAAAACk/UxtxHSYTUfk/s1600-h/IMG01163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224142270567959906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_ht2VOTWI/AAAAAAAAACk/UxtxHSYTUfk/s320/IMG01163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to hang out at Daddy's office every now and then. It helps Daddy's creative processes we think! &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/30343608-6183944497614566178?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6183944497614566178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6183944497614566178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6183944497614566178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6183944497614566178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-always-good-to-hang-out-at-daddys.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_iCRr-qKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CbxcjaiUTjM/s72-c/IMG01165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-7020618398463094691</id><published>2008-07-17T20:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:18:32.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_gXHkKn6I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZfAthjH6-i0/s1600-h/IMG01093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224140780545417122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_gXHkKn6I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZfAthjH6-i0/s320/IMG01093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_f-2HhuwI/AAAAAAAAACU/dE-MXDVpceE/s1600-h/IMG01133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224140363545033474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_f-2HhuwI/AAAAAAAAACU/dE-MXDVpceE/s320/IMG01133.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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_ftTUki5I/AAAAAAAAACM/yPAWCfJ7y40/s1600-h/IMG01233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224140062146726802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_ftTUki5I/AAAAAAAAACM/yPAWCfJ7y40/s320/IMG01233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Siesta Key, FL for 4 nights with no kiddos, so peaceful and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt; Then home again, home again to our grown up kids.  Jillies hair up on her head for first time at Grandma's house showing off her new do and then back home to disassemble her "nursery"  Where does the time go? &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_fgfTXt-I/AAAAAAAAACE/HQvowOhy_1M/s1600-h/IMG01227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224139842024617954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_fgfTXt-I/AAAAAAAAACE/HQvowOhy_1M/s320/IMG01227.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/30343608-7020618398463094691?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/7020618398463094691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=7020618398463094691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7020618398463094691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7020618398463094691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/siesta-key-fl-for-4-nights-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SH_gXHkKn6I/AAAAAAAAACc/ZfAthjH6-i0/s72-c/IMG01093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-7703212278837693609</id><published>2008-07-15T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:38:12.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Marches On</title><content type='html'>Did you ever find yourself in the middle of something that you had been plannning to do for a while but had continually put off for some reason?  Tonight my perspective changed and I realized why I had been putting this "chore" off.  It was yet another milestone being reached. And I'm not so sure I was fully ready for it to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy as anyone who has spent anytime with me in the last 5 years will tell you, I have been crazy at times, but I was not ready to admit time indeed is marching on. All my bellyaching about two more toddlers and haven't I already done this four times already and will diapers and babies never end. . .well , tonight before I knew what hit me, Mark was finally ready to help me out and take the crib down.  For the very last time. For one of our children. Ever. Five of our six have slept in this crib, it is no treasure but it is our crib. Our babies each slept there. But our last baby is three years old however that happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did we take the crib down, but we took all of her nursery stuff down/out as well, crib quilt off the wall, matching valences down, changing table removed from room, dust ruffle folded up and every receiving blanket neatly stacked and removed from the room. Call me crazy but I was getting choked up!  Then we moved across the hall and "borrowed/relocated" a five shelf bookcase from Emory's room and moved it in. The room is far from done but we sure made a big mess and it will be done soon as company is a coming and that is what initiated this change it up~switcharoo now as I may have continued to put it off forever otherwise!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't be too concerned as this last little one doesn't quite know how to "sleep alone" and still spends most nights someplace in her Mommy and Daddy's bedroom still.  I have never had this before with any of the others and I try to be upset by it but it's hard to be too upset ya know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tired of working on that end of the hall, I moved into the teenage daughters room and set to work helping her clean. Yet another bin full of "Mom, I just don't want/need/have room for this stuff anymore, can I get rid of it?" Why would my 13 year old not want her Snow White costume any longer or her very last golden books or the canvas craft project from a 4 year old birthday party I ask!  What is my life coming to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of this.   If blogger would let me post my pictures you would see a picture of a gorgeous sunset the DH and I watched on the beach 1000 miles away without the kids a few weeks back.  Maybe the whole growing up/time marching on thing is okay after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-7703212278837693609?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/7703212278837693609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=7703212278837693609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7703212278837693609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7703212278837693609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-marches-on.html' title='Time Marches On'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-4246772636095051391</id><published>2008-07-14T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:52:29.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week in review'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quickie post before I am off to bed! ha! me, quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put chicken breast frozen, a clump actually, in the crockpot before church with a jar of salsa. That's it. on low from around 8am to 1pm.  Came home, put 4 cups of white rice in microwave and had Kiley snap the last of the sugar snap peas to cook up on stove top.  Then one can of crosiant rolls and there you go, dinner in just a few minutes after church.  Mark said it was a definite "make again".  Jillie and Kiley ate it. Emory had a tough time but once he tasted it ate it up and Cameron ate his usual 3 bites, commented, yes, it taste like chicken and salsa and asked to be excused. The chicken was very moist and I liked it a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then made a chocolate sheet cake from"scratch" whcih was way to rich for me (which is a good thing, I will not be so tempted to eat it!) but every one else seemed to like it. Mark added whippped topping from the can and that made it a bit more doable.  I am not a chocolate fiend at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I made 2- 5 flavor pound cakes from "scratch" and they were delicious!  Also sugared up some strawberries to go with one of them altho I prefer this cake plain jane actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week coming up.  kiley big birthday bash, wedding shower for me and girls, house cleaning for up coming company and party and then a graduation party on Sunday.  And then the wedding in 2 short weeks followed by Bible school. Best not to look to far ahead I think!  Tomorrow we have haircuts on the schedule. oh! Jillie wore her hair up to church today and it was adorable. I put it up to visit Mark's parents tonight as well. soooo stinkin' cute!  Will have to dowload some pics soon. She is sooo big! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also spent one hour in backyard with Emory and Jillie with water and sun today. nice. Mark joined us for a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing up a day, Cameron went bowling with a couple neighbor boys Saturday afternoon, came home and played basketball with them. Kiley spent the night with neighbor girl and came home early for church next morning. Mom and Dad stopped by for  little bit but only saw Emory as everyone else was off or asleep.  Friday night we had family from church down for dinner (burgers/dogs on grill) and I ruined perfectly good corn on cob by over cooking in crock pot. ugh. Thursday Cam, Ki and I attended a VBS meeting at BVBC.  Talked to Karen and shopped at BJ's on way home.  Looks like house company for the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adn that's my later part of the week in review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to bed. 12:45am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-4246772636095051391?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/4246772636095051391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=4246772636095051391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4246772636095051391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4246772636095051391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/quickie-post-before-i-am-off-to-bed-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-86844674450614199</id><published>2008-07-09T00:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:46:59.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I should really be in bed but I'm just needing to mull over a few things before I get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DH (that would be Dear Hubby, Darling Hubby or Danged Hubby or even could be Dirty Hubby as in tonight's post) Oh anyway!  The DH spent the better part of the evening looking at our broken dishwasher. He had the whole built in thing pulled out, 2 cabinets emptied, and every hose and drain removed.  He found broken glass and various other pieces of debris (i'd been wondering where spoon #8 had run off to). Once we cleaned it all out(me &amp; the DH), cleaned it all up(me and my Magic Eraser) and put it back together again (DH only!) I ran it through a cycle with a light load of dishes. Dang it all! It still won't drain properly. DH went to bed before this revelation thankfully.  He was so certain this was gonna fix it. And to be honest, we've been down this road before and it did fix it for several months when it wouldn't drain before.  Now just never mind both racks are broken and require very gentle caressing to even slide in and out of the washer and hold dishes or that the thing has a recall on it to replace a part that has never given us a lick of trouble, IT IS THE ONLY ONE I HAVE! And since we won't even have been in this house 7 years until the fall, I am not happy.  Who ever heard of an appliance (heavy duty top of the line that I paid extra for)only having a 7 year life? UGH! But it is not just me who is unhappy.  oh no, I happen to have assigned dish washing to my pre teens and teenagers many moons ago and it seems to work out to be a good chore for them usually.  Not so much right now. I am helping but it is just a lot to keep up with in a family of 6 who are here pretty much 3 meals a day every day.  &lt;sigh&gt;  not even what's keeping me up tonight. Well, maybe the thought of giving up a vacation time to pay for a new one is (sticker shock I'm telling you!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, lots of stuff is just floating around in my brain and I can't seem to settle enough to focus on one or two things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach, the college boy, finally retuned my call tonight. I mean, what? he had to go to classes and work all day or something? well, okay, he's a good boy and actually calls home quite regularly without prompting and he did give me 5min today when I called thinking it was lunch hour but he was still in class.  I digress. It sounds more then fairly certain now, he's coming home after graduation and not staying on campus to mentor.  He may still go back in a year to do a mentorship in Eastern Europe but for now, he's coming home. Heaven help me.  5 children under my roof. Technically, he is not a child as he celebrates "21" in a few weeks and has been living independant of us for 3 years (oh I kid! we have been footin'the majority of the bills!) but still, 7 people in my home.  oh.my.word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIL and I had a shopping trip planned today to look for dresses to wear to "THE WEDDING", have I mentioned the event?  Yes, well. We both have husbands who say that looks fine, that's good without a morsel or twinge of guilt much less a look in our direction when we ask opinion on clothing issues. so. we could not go. DIL got the flu and actually had to leave work early. I was sad as I so enjoy her company and know we would have laughed our heads off trying on zillions of dresses and not finding a one we could be happy with. Our time is running short.  A garden wedding in DE July heat. Maybe we should be looking for beach coverups instead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a mood lately. Can't really pin it down but it is effecting me in strange ways.  Overwhelmed by the amount of housework staring me in the face?  Then clean out an entire huge 42 inch three door corner wall cabinet in your kitchen that holds everything you never really found a good place for otherwise (spices,jello, tea bags, hot choc, choc chips, birthday cake decorations, food coloring, extract).  follow that up with scrubbing down the entire pantry after removing every item from it and reorganizing it. Or perhaps tonights adventure. Move on to two more wall cabinets and scour the daylights out of them and clean out the medicine bin and recipe one too while you are at it.  Did I mention the piles of toys in the middle of the floor? The family room that is an inch thick with dust and a carpet that needs vacuuming? Or the office that has papers not only on each and every surface of the desk, credenza, computer but also a miriad of misc. items that need sorted and returned to their home. I informed the kids at dinner tonight,all 4 of them,we would be cleaning the basment playroom this evening. It never happened!  I just can't face it, it's that bad.  I baked cookies instead and watched tv!  I only got through 2 loads of laundry today and that's not really fair to say as neither are folded yet. Can. not. complete. a. task. I am an inside out cleaner. But still, any plans I make seem to overwhlem me and then I focus on some obscure task, albeit one that does need doing, for hours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to bed now to dream about making a fresh start with lofty plans and goals for tomorrow. I may end up sorting papers in the office for 4 hours though. You just never know how it will roll with me these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-86844674450614199?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/86844674450614199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=86844674450614199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/86844674450614199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/86844674450614199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-should-really-be-in-bed-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-7735159015392274098</id><published>2008-07-08T13:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:54:13.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start Time 11:30am&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! How long can it take to get 2 small children out the back door and into a one foot pool?  I just want to soak up some sun for 30-60 minutes or less! Yikes!  First we had to potty, then we had to find a swimsuit (never mind they each own at leat a half dozen) then we had to put them on, then we had to go back into the house no less then 4x for the special toy we forgot, then we had to rearrange all the toys and chairs to suit or sunning pleasure (it's hot out here for crying out loud!) and then we had to put new water in the pool and then we had to adjust the garden hose three times or thirty. uumm, why did I ask them if they wanted to play in the pool?  oh yes, nice even tan lines.  not happening today. after all that and 30 minutes of Play time in their little pool, they were ready to come back in. My fancy internet capable phone still sat untouched on the chair, my book unread, and my towel still dry.  Wonder what other fun things we can do this afternoon? Maybe I should just stick to switching the laundry repeatedly, eating herr's BBQ chips for lunch, and fixing said children oatmeal and yogurt (I know! don't ask!) for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;br /&gt;It is now 1:30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-7735159015392274098?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/7735159015392274098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=7735159015392274098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7735159015392274098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/7735159015392274098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-time-1130am-question-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-813090085064363756</id><published>2008-07-06T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:14:37.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today is Sunday, last day of a 3 day weekend.  We were up and out the door to church at a nice leasurely 9:30am, a welcome change from the 8am door call of the past 20 years or so.  Our church is undergoing a huge construction project and our Sunday School and service times have all been rearranged as well as how the campus and off campus buildings are being used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is good. Not easy usually but oh so good.  Just a thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and made dinner, not my favorite Sunday activity for sure but I tried a new meatloaf recipe (which no one seemed to like very much) and am now making a 5 flavor pound cake which seemed to go together quickly and looks so good going in the oven. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also met our new neighbor today as I had to go outside to make sure Jillie and Emory were not making a pest of themselves next door with their little guy.  I am definitely one who likes my personal space and have had "issues" with other children helping themselves to our play equipment and garage toys uninvited. So. thought it best to at least be proactive and meet the new family before I scared their little guy off.  hehe. She is very nice and friendly. Seems they have bought a house and are planning a wedding all at the same time. wow.  If they survive all that, they should be good to go!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weddings, Jenna's is coming up. Lots of loose ends to tie up. Finish huge bow for Jillie's dress, fix shoulders of Kiley's dress. Pick up Emory's tux. Attend shower. Get everyone haircuts. seems endless right now. I keep thinking it is good practice for when my girls tie the knot! We shall see. Hopefully I make it through the next decade before I worry about that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the Sunday happenings around here. Just a thought on church today. It was uplifting to be in the house of the Lord. More so for the fellowship of believers and the reminder to love and worship with all of my life then a powerful sermon or moving communion meditation (altho they were good too!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-813090085064363756?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/813090085064363756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=813090085064363756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/813090085064363756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/813090085064363756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-today-is-sunday-last-day-of-3-day.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-3407667139325250969</id><published>2008-07-06T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:17:18.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBVOCCloUI/AAAAAAAAABU/nR35S_yb8Dc/s1600-h/IMG00410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBVOCCloUI/AAAAAAAAABU/nR35S_yb8Dc/s320/IMG00410.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219765667676660034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, 25, at Mom Mom and PopPops house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-3407667139325250969?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/3407667139325250969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=3407667139325250969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3407667139325250969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3407667139325250969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/jeremy-25-at-mom-mom-and-poppops-house.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBVOCCloUI/AAAAAAAAABU/nR35S_yb8Dc/s72-c/IMG00410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6789141531952349645</id><published>2008-07-06T01:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:14:15.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBUS7w_oxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GSv13ERA0Z4/s1600-h/IMG00819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBUS7w_oxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GSv13ERA0Z4/s320/IMG00819.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219764652379972370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach, 20, home for just a few days of jet lag between Cambodia and returning to BCOM campus in Minnesota.  Unbelieving of how big his youngest two siblings got to be in a year and a half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-6789141531952349645?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6789141531952349645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6789141531952349645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6789141531952349645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6789141531952349645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/zach-20-home-for-just-few-days-of-jet.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBUS7w_oxI/AAAAAAAAABM/GSv13ERA0Z4/s72-c/IMG00819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-5183614962678094329</id><published>2008-07-06T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:09:42.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBTKzG6H3I/AAAAAAAAABE/sV3CNW1c9TM/s1600-h/IMG00267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBTKzG6H3I/AAAAAAAAABE/sV3CNW1c9TM/s320/IMG00267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219763413105385330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilo trying to flirt with Cameron, Age 15, at the POLY at 'Ohanas our last day for breakfast in Disney before we flew home. I think I see a smile.  Disney really is magic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-5183614962678094329?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/5183614962678094329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=5183614962678094329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5183614962678094329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/5183614962678094329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/lilo-trying-to-flirt-with-cameron-age.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBTKzG6H3I/AAAAAAAAABE/sV3CNW1c9TM/s72-c/IMG00267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-1165582225307091696</id><published>2008-07-06T01:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:05:31.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBSb8j00hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J3Uhz96NihM/s1600-h/IMG00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBSb8j00hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J3Uhz96NihM/s320/IMG00079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219762608188740114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley, age 12, in the cell phone store explaining my phone to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-1165582225307091696?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/1165582225307091696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=1165582225307091696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1165582225307091696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1165582225307091696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiley-age-12-in-cell-phone-store.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBSb8j00hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/J3Uhz96NihM/s72-c/IMG00079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-4714740941763264093</id><published>2008-07-06T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:03:32.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBR9w4XpWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rCazRVofM1s/s1600-h/IMG00856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBR9w4XpWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rCazRVofM1s/s320/IMG00856.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219762089657607522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emory, age five, waiting for his dinner at Chili's after church one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-4714740941763264093?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/4714740941763264093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=4714740941763264093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4714740941763264093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4714740941763264093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/emory-age-five-waiting-for-his-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBR9w4XpWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rCazRVofM1s/s72-c/IMG00856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-6346949677657572099</id><published>2008-07-06T00:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:01:20.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBRZw8dQuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9umG3UObS8w/s1600-h/IMG00878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBRZw8dQuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9umG3UObS8w/s320/IMG00878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219761471199462114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillie on her 3rd birthday enjoying an afternoon at the beach.  It was cold but the sand was still fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-6346949677657572099?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/6346949677657572099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=6346949677657572099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6346949677657572099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/6346949677657572099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/jillie-on-her-3rd-birthday-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/SHBRZw8dQuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9umG3UObS8w/s72-c/IMG00878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-4696091829446925954</id><published>2008-07-06T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:50:24.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if I even remember how to do this? I will have to give myself a refresher course soon, especially in uploading photos as those are the memories I would like to preserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd check in and say wow! A lot has gone on in the Andress family since March of 2007 (my last post)! Where does the time go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still read several blogs faithfully each day and yearn to blog regularly but I also yearn to be a better wife, Mom and housekeeper. There seems to be a collision of efforts there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encouragement I receive from reading fellow Moms, Christians, etc. is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suggestions and ideas, recipes, decorating tips, books, etc. is above and beyond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my clan, they are ever growing. Perhaps I will just try to list names, ages and a small detail for each for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, my man. and oh such a man. 100% man. The one I love completely, will never in a hundred years understand completely, and is who God gave me to complete me. He's still here, still going to the office each day of the week, still providing all he can for the kids and me, and walking through middle age with a contentment that I envy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, yes, well, I have been struggling to define myself for years now and more so of late. Who I want to be, who I am, who I really am, blah, blah, blah. Perhaps I am not meant to fully understand or accept the answers I come up with our I would quit striving, planning, allowing God to shape and form me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, hard to believe our oldest has been married almost 8 years already. He is currently a stay at home Dad who loves his wife, our dear daughter in law, Jineen, and our precious Grandson, Dominic to pieces and keeps the home fires burning. He also takes care of the home, home schools Dom, and take care of Dom's many special needs along with supporting his wife's Nursing career. He may be going back to school soon too. Stay tuned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary has been around the world and is back again. Now that is hard to believe! He is turning 21 this summer and graduating from college (college!) all in the same month. A BA in Cross Cultural Communications earned from Bethany College of Missions (4 year degree in 3 years, no summers off!) has given him a broad look at Missions around the world through professors from the same and a 16 month Internship living in Cambodia. Short trips to Thailand, and Eastern Europe have rounded out his desire to share his Faith in a church planting ministry in the long run. In the short run he is coming home to live in our basement (as his younger brother likes to say when asked what he thinks Zach will do/ where he will go next) and find employment as he prepares for his next step of Faith and obedience to His God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron, our 3rd born son has enjoyed the last year and a half as the oldest child at home. It is a role he earned and is enjoying after middle child status for so long! He enjoys the computer, reading, his pet turtle, and often his solitude away from the craziness that is our large family. Cameron will be 16 this year. Man, how did that come up so fast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiley our first and oldest girl, is still her Mommies little girl. Just don't tell her I said so! She has been waiting to get taller for 4 years now and thinks it just may never happen. Her sweet spirit and quick willingness to apologize is so much a part of who she is. She is growing up though as her interest grow beyond our home and it is a fun to watch her relating to others and building friendships. She has just turned 13 this summer. I often refer to her as God's gift to me. And she certainly is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emory is 5! He has such expressive ways with his eyes, his words and his thoughts that every day is an adventure waiting to take place for him. He is as curious about the world around him as he is about relationships and ideas others have. So we go along for the adventure reigning him in as need be and letting him loose as circumstances allow and it is indeed a grand time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian (Jillie) is three. Did you read that? 3!! My precious little unplanned, unexpected, unfixable little piece of girl. She is still as feisty as ever, sassy as we let her be, all feminine as she practices her wiles, and all about keeping up with her brother. She's our me-too girl. If someone else has one, did it, wants to go, then Jillie is all about me-too! Her health fails her everytime a germ is near her but she is happy in spite of the 3 and 4 week colds, the constant flu bugs and general infections. Perhaps as the Doctors tell us, she will yet grow out of this. Starting life 2 months early with no warning to her family at all that she was coming has been the cornerstone of who she is. She demands her place in our family, in our hearts, and generally any place she thinks the rest of us are (like our bedroom every night?!). She needs us to be with her 100%. No down time with this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they a fun bunch? I can tell you this. They are a tiring bunch for this Mama on the slippery slope to 50! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are. Maybe I can even find a picture or 10 so you can see their adorable-ness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so maybe, just maybe I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-4696091829446925954?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/4696091829446925954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=4696091829446925954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4696091829446925954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/4696091829446925954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wonder-if-i-even-remember-how-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-8989298677940441364</id><published>2007-06-12T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:14:47.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-8989298677940441364?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/8989298677940441364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=8989298677940441364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8989298677940441364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/8989298677940441364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-1312124149478980560</id><published>2007-03-18T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:03:12.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/RfzUo6MSKhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7wgPasl-qI/s1600-h/zachers+photos+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043139482028747282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/RfzUo6MSKhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7wgPasl-qI/s320/zachers+photos+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It helps to remember Emory has a creative side when you listen to his knock knock jokes or look at his selection of toys. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emory, Age 4 with his beloved BearBear a new Suess stuffed animal and a cowboy mask and gun????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-1312124149478980560?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/1312124149478980560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=1312124149478980560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1312124149478980560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/1312124149478980560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-helps-to-remember-emory-has-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/RfzUo6MSKhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/H7wgPasl-qI/s72-c/zachers+photos+268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-3213035351826288238</id><published>2007-03-18T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T01:55:50.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/RfzT9qMSKgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bJ9MnFrtCRo/s1600-h/zachers+photos+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043138738999405058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/RfzT9qMSKgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bJ9MnFrtCRo/s320/zachers+photos+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been entirely certain your child is growing up way to fast? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup, me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron at 14.  cute do huh?  cute kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-3213035351826288238?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/3213035351826288238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=3213035351826288238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3213035351826288238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/3213035351826288238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-ever-been-entirely-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kl03UWAd5kA/RfzT9qMSKgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bJ9MnFrtCRo/s72-c/zachers+photos+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-116665233079847457</id><published>2006-12-20T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:05:30.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas program for preschool and breakfast with my kids</title><content type='html'>This morning I did not hear my hubby leave for work. He always bends down to kiss me good bye before he leaves. I do not remember this either.  The fact that he showers, dresses, and rumbles around for 45 minutes prior to this tells you just how tired I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, at 8:15am my phone rang. Apparently this was enough to wake me from my drug induced slumber of the night before and make my brain function enough to think&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! It is way late and I have to have 6 kids out of here to go in 2 seperate directions in 15 minutes!  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:35am. (okay, 20 minutes but really, who is counting!)We are now traveling out of our neighborhood in one vehicle. The older sons van has no gas, I mean NO gas.  &lt;sigh&gt; We will attempt to drop off 2 jr. hi age children for their Mops babysitting duty early with a cell phone in hand in case something comes up and they are not needed or whatever and then get to the grandsons Christmas program by 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the stroller addict I am, I think it will be wise to plop the wee one (who is now just over 20 pounds and not so "wee" any more) into her pink polka dotted umbrella stroller(complemented her outift nicely if I do say so myself)  for the "hurry up let's get in there before we miss the opening" wild ride across the street and into a very old church I have no knowledge of floor plans for. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forunately another poor soul was arriving just as late as I but knew the layout and got us in and to a elevator that would put us right outside the sanctuary where said program was beginning!!  Unfortuanately, it was right outside of the front of the Sanctuary full of people in very tight pews and all inclined to wondering eyes (what? the live Nativity and beautiful baby couldn't hold their attention?) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I am prudent enough to shove the stroller under the coat rack and tromp, ummm, I mean tiptoe in and make my way 3/4 of the way back with my 6'1" son, my loud nearly 4 year old son, my heavy 1 year old daughter and her blanket and bottle.  oh my. Fortunately, the hubby was at work and did not have to witness this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I think we were one of the more quiet parties arriving actually!  After three somewhat bland songs, and one Christmas story where we almost got the point, we were dismissed to said grandsons classroom for one egg free, nut free sugar cookie and paper cup of juice. Oh, and communal play dough and other such stuff. I think I homeschool for more than one reason. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have missed it for the world though, being my grandson was so cute and all and in the very front row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't mentioned yet that the other cell phone rang 4 times, each with a more dire message than the last, "Mom, no one is here, no one is coming, it is cold, when can you come get us? , they must have cancelled." aaahh, sent older brother in my precious car back out to pick them up (yup, he got turned around and lost!) and they all make it back in time to meet us leaving.  Oldest son (Daddy to grandson) gives them each a glittery sugar cookie sans nuts and eggs of course which they all take with trepidation and much thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide maybe a late breakfast out might be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Bob Evans and the next series of misadventures. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my 6 kids, my daughter in law, and my grandson.&lt;br /&gt; (Hubby is still happily at the office having his own Christmas lunch with his department.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, good times. Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-116665233079847457?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/116665233079847457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=116665233079847457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116665233079847457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116665233079847457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-program-for-preschool-and.html' title='A Christmas program for preschool and breakfast with my kids'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-116665059628322069</id><published>2006-12-20T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:36:36.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/982108/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/320/861370/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's our Emory (on the right) with his cousin Dusty enjoying the wild ponies on Assateague Island during our family reunion. We drove around a wildlife loop for nearly 45 minutes before we spotted even one pony! Thrills a minute let me tell you but once we found them, the kids did enjoy seeing them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids craft of painting frames for all the pony shots and family pics was just as big a hit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/75612/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="26" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/320/389387/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20119.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/75612/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/75612/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/75612/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/75612/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Movie night was fun. . .&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/1600/750404/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/346/3253/320/235849/Thanksgiving%20Reunion%202006%20113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hike up to the lighthouse, game night, and the family auction were all memorable moments as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the best part? Being together for more than a few hours.  What a nice Thanksgiving and no one had to cook. . .(yeah for me!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-116665059628322069?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/116665059628322069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=116665059628322069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116665059628322069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116665059628322069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-our-emory-on-right-with-his.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-116555972745921233</id><published>2006-12-08T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:35:27.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My calendar tells me it is December.  My clock tells me it is the wee hours of the morning on a Friday.  My body tells me it is so out of wack from the tyranny of the urgent that I may never sleep a full 8 hours again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly thankful that November is past. And although December is equally as daunting, at least it has some joyful interludes to be anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent at least 3 or 4 time slots of 30-60 minutes on this blog in the past few months "posting" interesting and even inovative stories of our life and times only to have them dissappear in  heartbeat of unreliable and ornery internet access!    bother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such good memories lost to my middle age muddle of a brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking some sort of a list may be a good way to go to try and catch up. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) currently residing under my roof:&lt;br /&gt; one husband which I send off each day to an office to enjoy his work, get a break from the craziness of this home, and bring home a paycheck to keep it all running; &lt;br /&gt;one grown child residing with us trying to balance out being a child in our home, being an adult in our home, being a missionary in our home, being a missionary headed for Cambodia in a few short weeks, being a sibling to his brothers/sisters, and being half a dozen other things to at least a half a hundred other people;&lt;br /&gt;one 14 year old son trying to find his way with his family, his church, his peers, his acquaintences, and a half a dozen other people who would like his company;&lt;br /&gt;one 11 year old daughter trying to be the very best daughter, sibling, follower of Jesus, and friend she can possibly be and learning sometimes, it is enough to just be you if you are thinking of others and following Jesus the best you know how; &lt;br /&gt;one 3yr,11 month old son who one is never quite certain what new insight the day will bring forth from said son's little lips;&lt;br /&gt;and finally one 19 month old daughter who is moving in leaps and bounds toward being a bonified toddler in most every way! &lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and then there is me.  what to say about that.   one stay at home Mom, trying to keep her sanity in balance with her love for family, love for organizing and planning events, love for shopping and a Christmas budget (okay, so love there may be a stretch) and finally and "firstly" her love for her Savior and King, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on overdrive folks and sometimes after a particularly hard run when an engine doesn't get proper care, it just shuts down and needs to idle for a while to cool off and be ready to run at full capacity again. . . oh, and this model is slightly older than she likes to think about and remembering what I used to be able to handle in my 20's comes back to haunt be regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) currently working on&lt;br /&gt;I think I just decided to post what I have written before my connection is lost and post more seperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-116555972745921233?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/116555972745921233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=116555972745921233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116555972745921233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116555972745921233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-calendar-tells-me-it-is-december.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-116184394483363047</id><published>2006-10-26T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:25:44.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>putting stuff in it's place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/HPIM0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/HPIM0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've obviously not given up completely (yet) on blogging.  I can't seem to fit it in but I sure want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture relates to nothing in genreal. Just a day with a box full of Kiley's clothes that needed to be gone through and gotten out of my house or put into the "Jillie may use this" catagory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip #1 If your girls are 10 years apart in age, you really should not be saving very many things at all!  &lt;sigh&gt;  What was cute and in style and couldn't be parted with in 1996 doesn't look quite the same in 2006!  Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another box sorted and a few pieces saved or put into circulation (do you like the vest?) .  I have figured out that at the rate I am able to go through these boxes which are taking up the entire storage side of my basement, I will have a neat and organized basement somewhere in the neighborhood of 2010. Yup, just in time to wonder what to do with every last one of these Fisher Price and Little Tikes toys I have been saving, recycling and letting my kids hang onto for oh. . 20+ odd years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so nuts.   I actually participate in resales, consignment shops, give things away regularly, and keep the donation boxes at goodwill quite full on a regular basis so where oh where does this all come from?  Guess the secrets out of the bag, I love to shop and love even more when I get a bargain. oh bother.  (which reminds me, picked up 2 winnie the pooh tapes videos for 1.50 today. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of that to say this, it's just stuff.  Having 6 kids sometimes really makes you stop and think.  Tonight the thoughts are how precious each one of them are.  Different, unique, even trying but precious, absolutely precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes stuff clutters my life so much I lose sight of what matters most.   I get busy with cleaning or sorting or shopping or even attending Bible study or church and before I know it another day is gone. Finished. Over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week baby Jillie had a one day stomach flu. Yuk. Just plain yuk.  But not completely. I found myself relishing the entire day of holding her, cuddling her, knowing she needed me in a big way and then, even though I was dead tired and not feeling so good myself, I found myself looking at each of my other children and wondering how it would be if I never forgot what a special gift they were and never thought about tomorrow with them but focused on today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I needed that "slow down" more than I wanted to admit.  Sure am glad the good Lord knows what I need and when. I never seem to on my own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so tonight, after Jillie was in bed (well, Daddy put her down after we went out the door. . .)&lt;br /&gt;Kiley and I had a little bit of Mommy and daughter time at the Old Navy and the WalMart.  Yup, she doesn't fit into any of the clothes in her closet at the moment so we have to pack them all up in a box ( no, just kidding, we are over that! really! just save one or two of the bestest things) and go hunt for more!  Fun stuff! But so tiring.  Good shopping, good company, good memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what the point of this post was but just wanted to think through my fingers maybe. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-116184394483363047?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/116184394483363047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=116184394483363047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116184394483363047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/116184394483363047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/10/putting-stuff-in-its-place.html' title='putting stuff in it&apos;s place'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115993583163521559</id><published>2006-10-04T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:23:51.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jillie's 1st camping adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/HPIM0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/HPIM0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, did I mention Mommy and Daddy took all five of us kids camping (yes, that would be tent camping) for an overnight?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't Jillian adorable in her gap denims and white fallish turtle neck and her red goose leather hiking boots? After all when you are one and Mommy can still afford to dress you this way, you must take advantage of it!   (um, shh! don't tell Jillie Mommy is an excellent shopper and gets most things at 75% off or better!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho!  We got scrumciously filthy and no one cared, we ate way to much sugar in the form of toasted marshmellows and hot chocolate with whipped cream and it was okay.  We played in the dirt, picked up nasty things off the ground and even tasted a few and it was still okay.  Then we burnt the baked potatoes in the campfire and they still tasted good!  We slept in two different tents and one of us even ended up in the car but that worked out too.  Oh and then we also got to see stars, play with flashlights, take hikes, play on the playground, eat ice cream bars,  and it was so fun!  Daddy makes really good eggs and bacon and Mommy can sure mix up that quaker instant oatmeal with the best of them. . .we even had toast and juice! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should try it sometime, it makes home look oh so good when you get back there!  &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/30343608-115993583163521559?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115993583163521559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115993583163521559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115993583163521559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115993583163521559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/10/jillies-1st-camping-adventure.html' title='Jillie&apos;s 1st camping adventure'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115981989551459503</id><published>2006-10-02T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:11:35.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering my blog life</title><content type='html'>I've been reading blogs on and off for most of the day. I haven't done that in a while I guess, usually just an hour or so here or there once a day or every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy you see with life. I so wanted blogging to be a part of that and to be honest it has but in a different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out reading Lisa Whelchel once a week and getting so much from each of her daily journals. Occasionally I'd have time to play around and look other places on her site but mostly, I just read her once a week journal. Ben doing that for at least 3 or 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sent me over to Sarah's blog, In the midst of it, and I got steamrolled into something so addictive I was up to my ears in reading and trying to write.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom of 6 (only 5 at home now, actually soon to be 4 again in January) I have more than enough to do with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually when ever I hear people make comments about "well, in my down time. . ." or "sometime when you have nothing to do . ." or "when you are looking for something to do. . ." I just feel so insanely jeoulous it is almost unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do not ever have a time with nothing to do. Don't get me wrong, I do quite often &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; to do one thing over another but there is never just "nothing" on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today I am suppose to be cleaning, laundering, getting packed to go away with hubby, getting kids organized to stay home without us, etc. . .and instead I have chosen to slip into this chair every hour or so and read between folding, giving instrustions, making list, picking up, feeding lunch, etc. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, &lt;em&gt;she says with sarcasm in her voice, &lt;/em&gt;my wireless interent connection has been out for several weeks on and off so I've had very little ability (using dial up) to upload pictures and other stuff I would typically like to put on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am of course ramblnig but it does have a point I think.  Instead I've had time with my books again. I do so love to read. I've had time with my Bible study and have even caught up on my scriture memory and gotten the kids memorizing along with me.  I've emailed a few in the flesh friends and gotten back in touch and it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to amit, I am addicted to this blogging. I love to put my thoughts into words, remember and record stuff, and most of all I love to read the insights everyone has.  So I know I will continue to read blogs for now. I hope also to post.   But pray for me (if you get this far in this epistle!) because I want to use my time wisely and do feel the need for a break here and there but so many things call my name and yet the daily responsibilities do overwhelm me at this point in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the never boring, always consuming, never ending, always enlightening adventures of parenting which go from here to there and across the board and back again it seems, I'm just typing for pleasure today and parenting as I do it from 1 year old to 19 year old.  How fun is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work you faithful bloggers. I so envy you and enjoy my peeks into sanity every now and again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to Tammy I think it is, thanks for tagging me for that meme a long time ago, it was just to long for me to get to but a short one would be fun.  I've seen a couple of those lately.  I'll be around lurking and learning from you all and commenting as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to switch the laundry . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115981989551459503?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115981989551459503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115981989551459503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115981989551459503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115981989551459503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/10/pondering-my-blog-life.html' title='pondering my blog life'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115887912932712030</id><published>2006-09-21T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:52:09.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Badlands or God's Sandbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/PICT0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/PICT0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How fun to see landscape the likes of which was alien to us east coasters. As our 14 year old son put it as he explained it to the 3 year old. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Emory! Look what happens when God plays with sand! This is like God's great big sand box and this is what He built!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. On the landscape (Badlands) and the 14 year old son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/PICT0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/PICT0425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/30343608-115887912932712030?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115887912932712030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115887912932712030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115887912932712030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115887912932712030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/09/badlands-or-gods-sandbox.html' title='Badlands or God&apos;s Sandbox'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115887820454375954</id><published>2006-09-21T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:36:44.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/PICT0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/PICT0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did lots and lots and lots of this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Father Above for some very very nice (read clean here) highway rest stops and van seats that recline nearly flat!  Oh and those wonderful disposable changing pads! I'll never go back to the cloth/vinyl diaper bag ones.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little sweetie (just a tad bit of sarcasm in Mommy's voice there) on average (read sometimes more!)  went thru 3 yes, 1-2-3! changes of clothes a day!  Not because of her sweetness factor let me assure you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and thank you Jesus for those little blue smelly bags to toss used up boppers in because it's just not nice to leave that kind of smell around even in trash recepticals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and just because I have such a fact I feel I should share it,  she went through 102 of those diapers in just under 13 days!  That does not count swimmie diapers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her brother only used up 65 in the same amount of time but twice as many swimpers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah well. . . we did know who we were taking on this trip before we started!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115887820454375954?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115887820454375954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115887820454375954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115887820454375954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115887820454375954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-did-lots-and-lots-and-lots-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115887466726065294</id><published>2006-09-21T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:37:47.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back and busier than ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/PICT0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/PICT0450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we are back. 5000 road miles later, we are home and Mr. Independant decided now that we are home again he would use the potty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 years, 8 months.  do you think he just didn't like the idea of any more rest stop diaper changes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just going to try and post little snippets here and there. not able to find time in my life for more than "lurking around" and a comment or two on the "faithful ones" sites.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta run, timer is going off for dinner! enjoy the fall and cooler weather if it applies to you! In the 50's last night here in Delaware! woo-hoo!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115887466726065294?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115887466726065294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115887466726065294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115887466726065294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115887466726065294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-and-busier-than-ever.html' title='back and busier than ever'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115690105047060658</id><published>2006-08-29T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:33:13.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies when you're having fun . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, it appears to be August 29th ( I only know because I just asked my husband) and my 3.5 yr. old is making me a blanket cake (?), strawberry of course with the pretend kitchen things while the 11 and nearly 14 year old do math. The 19 year old is "in house" and the 1 year old is in bed for the night and that is all I know for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back once I get my vacation pictures uploaded and have so much to write about! Nearly 5000 road miles produce a host of interesting writing topics to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week,Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115690105047060658?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115690105047060658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115690105047060658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115690105047060658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115690105047060658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='time flies when you&apos;re having fun . . .'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115544098787164275</id><published>2006-08-12T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:49:47.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's home, Safe and Sound</title><content type='html'>Yes, he is home, not much else besides the clothes on his back but home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took another 24 hour stint awake/traveling to get him here but it is oh so good to have him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank each and everyone of you who commented and prayed and checked back in on me.  God's answers are not always so easy to understand but this time, I'm thanking Him I can humanly understand His ways. Thank You Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't share much more without some sleep so I'll try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Did I mention he's home and sleeping in my bed right this very minute?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115544098787164275?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115544098787164275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115544098787164275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115544098787164275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115544098787164275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-home-safe-and-sound.html' title='He&apos;s home, Safe and Sound'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115529979358178223</id><published>2006-08-11T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:36:33.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's on his way</title><content type='html'>I sat down at this computer the minute I had changed diapers, and nursered the baby. Oh, and had taken my BP and meds (cringe) ~not even reporting what that number was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:24 am here. 12:24 pm there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has arrived in Birmingham by high speed train w/o incident and after getting some lunch will start off to find the hotel he booked there.  He leaves on early flight tomorrow to Frankfort, Germany.   That will be a relief to have him out of England!  Even if he does have to fly out.  Not so relieved that his passport promotes him as a male, US citizen, traveling alone for first time out of country,  My brain keeps saying "target".    I know, dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New prayer item.  His car keys are in his luggage so I will be driving the 45 minutes up to the airport to pick him up and take along the spare key.  I do a lot of drving, even city driving but I do not like driving to PHA.  ah, well, for this, I'd drive in my underwear and slippers!  Except I don't own slippers. . now where did that come from??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks so much for praying, I'm being a wimp I know but what a scare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids need Mommy to shape up now and get going with the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115529979358178223?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115529979358178223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115529979358178223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115529979358178223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115529979358178223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-on-his-way.html' title='He&apos;s on his way'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115522358713189657</id><published>2006-08-10T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:05:07.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's stuck, but safe</title><content type='html'>Can not even believe on his first trip "across the pond".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Heathrow airport hotel is where he stayed last night to fly out to Dublin this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if anyone heard the news this morning but a terrorist attack was thwarted at Heathrow (the likes/size of 911 they believe) and the airport is chaotic. Closed down for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck at airport, trying to retrieve luggage. Alternate plans (for now) have him getting in a day late with no further buisness happening, just trying to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You in advance for all your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I was able to keep in touch via cell phone/e-mail most of the morning hours but than I did not hear anything until 5pm this afternoon.  It was a long day no matter which side of the ocean you were on today I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest update is this.&lt;br /&gt;He was finally able to leave Heathrow Airport this afternoon.  His luggage had already been checked through to Dublin so is being rerouted back here to the states, home in fact.  He asked me to watch for it, like lugage matters to me at this point!  Tracking down luggage and finding alternative means of travel home took all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest travel plans for now.&lt;br /&gt;He will stay overnight in London again but not at airport, closer into the city. He will then take a train to Birmingham (and yes that is the city where several of the suspected terrorist have been picked up and arrested) and spend the next night there.  On Saturday he flies out to Frankfort, Germany and then on to Philadelphia and home.   Still not much more than a day or so late, if all connections happen and flights don't get cancelled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praises: He has been able to keep in touch with me for most part. He almost checked his phone thru (no taking it on plane now) when he heard his flight cancelled. &lt;br /&gt;Although his words this morning were "It is pure chaos here." He seemed very calm and ever reassuring to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;He was able to make alternate travel arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;I have only cried twice, away from the children and remained mostly calm and in control. What else is there to do really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: He has only his phone, no charger, it is in checked luggage. Pray his phone will hold a 3 day charge!&lt;br /&gt;He has only the clothes on his back for the next two nights in hotels/planes/trains and he is a male. Will he shop? Doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray Birmingham is peaceful and calm and there is no trouble with the train, etc. as it seems to be a hot spot for this group of terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You again. Kim for my clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS after I heard from him around 5pm (10 pm his time) I  just had to get away from this computer for a while.  I piled the kids in the van and took them to Friendly's.  Dinner and ice cream.  Then I went to Old Navy for some shopping therapy.  I needed to get my hubby a new swimsuit but did not do it before he left and felt the sudden need to do it today,the  mind works in strange ways hhhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home and exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115522358713189657?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115522358713189657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115522358713189657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115522358713189657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115522358713189657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-stuck-but-safe.html' title='He&apos;s stuck, but safe'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115516622239686063</id><published>2006-08-09T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:30:22.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He called!</title><content type='html'>Now, we had e-mailed a few times and that made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been keeping up with the time difference and all so I knew he was just about ready to turn in for the night and still no e-mail for the day. . .probably couldn't get computer to work or something or just way tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, HE CALLED! Sometimes little things like that just mean a lot to me. It's been a great trip so far and he has been able to fit a lot in and see so many things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow he is off to Dublin, cool. Hope it is another spectacular day. I miss him but no way I would want him to miss this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes me feel like I should be doing something really great here too, like cleaning a whole bunch or organizing our never ending paper trail or getting ready for this trip that looms ever closer but it's not happening. So frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had lots of giggle time with the little man, snuggle time with the walker, talk time with the preteen and no knock down drag out fights with the resident teen ager so I guess something has been accomplished! Oh, and visit with the parents, phone call to the in laws and the college boy, cooked dinner two nights (of course you'd have to know me to know what a big deal that is and "cooked" is a relative term) and well, survived without that break in my day that always says to me "okay, this part of the day is done and there is only so much more to go" . . .you know without hubby coming home, my day just never seems to end and that's just exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm just happy he called!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115516622239686063?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115516622239686063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115516622239686063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115516622239686063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115516622239686063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-called.html' title='He called!'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115509473131498540</id><published>2006-08-08T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:38:51.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Walks!</title><content type='html'>Yup, Little Miss Jillian Elyse Walks!  I know I said I would not be excited by this because of all the extra work involved and added freedom and all that other stuff but ... well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something  so precious about those first little steps.  And to couple that with her rocky start in life and her excruciatingly slow weight gain, well... it's just so fun to see her do something so normal and cute and sweet and and well, you know, so precious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets this little look on her face like "hey, look at this, look what I can do, hey did you see that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been cooped up in a stroller, our arms, a hotel room and the car for the better part of 2 days and when she hit the family room floor after that at 10pm she just had a look of sheer delite on her little face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been standing randomly for a while now so we had produced the required "walk behind toys" and all of that.  She mostly just pushed them for a few minutes and then squealed for someone to come do it for her.  Smart woman I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think little Miss Jillie decided that since Daddy was going away for a whole week she should preform for him before he left.  And what a grand preformance it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillie took several jaunts of about 3-4 steps each time.  So cute to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Daddy's been gone she has progressed rapidly!  Tonight she "walked" about 8-9 steps across the room to her big sister while her MomMom and PopPop were here. wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait until Daddy sees this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115509473131498540?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115509473131498540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115509473131498540' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115509473131498540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115509473131498540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-walks.html' title='She Walks!'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115499562953094024</id><published>2006-08-07T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:07:09.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Off</title><content type='html'>After almost an hour delay, his flight has departed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means by my time 2am, the hubby will be arriving in Frankford, Germany at their time, 8am and hit the ground running, so to speak.   I pray he was able to sleep across the Atlantic.  I pray he can function properly at 2am, his body pretending it is 8am and checking out of the airport and customs and going straight to the office there. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is actually one incredible guy, this hubby of mine.  As he held me in his arms as I bawled last night for no apparent good reason other than my fear that he would not come back safely from this international week long trip.   It is an irrational fear right?  Lots of people do this all the time I know but not my hubby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although he has never been overseas before and had to be ready to go into work (here at home) this morning (he left before 6am this morning) before he came home to pack and leave for airport this afternoon, he spent all week end with his family, away from home.  And let me tell you, home is most often where my hubby wants to be when he is not at work.  He never seems to have enough time here.  Yet, instead of "puttering" around here, we were off to a Family reunion 3 and 1/2 hours away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often make the trip a "day trip" albeit a long one.  This time hubby let me book a room to make it a bit less rushed and a little more leisurely.   The reunion itself was neither great nor awful so average is kind of nice for a change.  We were able to get away at a reasonable time,  drive over to our hotel and check in before we headed to a local amusement park.  What a fun time that was as well.  And the late night swim after.  And the nice big suite and the super comfy beds, the wonderful breakfast buffet, and then back to the amusement park for a few more hours.  I thought we would head right home but no, hubby wanted the kiddos to have more time to enjoy trip.  We ended up leaving there much later than I thought we would, and hubby still had to drive home.  We made it home inside of 10pm but that was still plenty late after all week end.   Only a guy totally committed to his family would try to fit in all of that right before going away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, he's off.  I cried again, when he left.  I already miss him.   And, well, one incredible guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115499562953094024?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115499562953094024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115499562953094024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115499562953094024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115499562953094024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/hes-off.html' title='He&apos;s Off'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115474275628480400</id><published>2006-08-04T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:52:36.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>And I'm so sad because I had a great post on time all written out and my Internet connnection went out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not nearly as poetic but it's been a busy week, it's going to be an even busier week end and even busier month overall if you can even believe that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one precious statement I just have to retype is this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time my 3.5 year old ask me what time it is or is it time for ________.  No matter what my response is, every single time his response back to me is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But Mommy, the hands just keep spinning round and round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, they sure do and time just keeps on moving but his statement always reminds me how precious each and every moment with my little ones really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how tired, or how busy or how many minutes there are. . .each one is a gift to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off for now, but treasure each moment because those hands just keep spinning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115474275628480400?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115474275628480400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115474275628480400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115474275628480400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115474275628480400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115441341979298532</id><published>2006-08-01T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:23:39.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more room and a precious one year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/jillie%20emory%20fair%20house%20shots%20july%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/jillie%20emory%20fair%20house%20shots%20july%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been a little busy lately (I'm sure to hear murmurs of aren't we all?)  And as much as I truly want to have you over and invite you in. . .there has just not been time to clean up anything!  And when I don't clean, you really don't want to see what happens around here (think two Jr. Highers watching two pretot/toddlers and Mom ignoring not only the housework but the kids and nutritional needs of her family as well [um, McD, Pizza, and Pop Tarts nearly everyday] and then Dad throwing in some "more fun than all this work, let's go! suggestions" and you have a sorry looking mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confession time!  The pic of my daughter is from the State Fair and is as close to live animals and their surroundings as I go all year long.  My 11 year old once called horses "big dogs" because her Mother had not taught her any differently at the age of 4 years, opps.  So now, come rain, heat or whatever, we head down to the rural part of my small state and see horses, cows, pigs, goats, chicks, rabbits, and on and on it goes I'm afraid.  We even climb on tractors.  My favorite part?  Touring those mega motorhomes and double wide modular houses!  They'd be perfect for a place at the beach. . .so I like to dream!  Guess there's just not much country in this girl.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the 3 yr old is properly versed in all domesticated, farm and wild animal names so you could say I'm reformed, sort of. I still do not have any pets and leave no hope in my children's minds that I will change my mind anytime soon.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But isn't it a cute picture?   Barefooted and hay! so cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;uh-anyway, confession number #2 I actually threw stuff off the couch onto the floor by the couches so you could not see it in these two pictures of my family room!!  Don't look to close or you'll see lots of stuff I didn't move at all or look hard and have a grand time seeing the lovely toys my children drag around each and everyday from all over this obnoxiuosly large house (yup, I don't feel guilty and I love it! Hey, 7 of us fill it up).     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/jillie%20emory%20fair%20house%20shots%20july%202006%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/jillie%20emory%20fair%20house%20shots%20july%202006%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/jillie%20emory%20fair%20house%20shots%20july%202006%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/jillie%20emory%20fair%20house%20shots%20july%202006%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shot on the left is taken from my kitchen (which you will not get a picture of today for sure) into my backhall and family room.  Down the hall is my powder room and to the left you can see my overflowing bookcases in my office.   There is a 3 year old being babysat by public television and a 4 foot pink stuffed bunny from Easter that the little ones think is a great chair.  Otherwise I love my big chair and halfs as we call them.  These shots are from early in the day. I have morning sun in this room which is wonderful in the winter streaming through my double french doors and 3 Palladian windows (they match the window over my front door).  You can just catch a corner of them in shot number 2.  Oh, before I leave shot #1, notice the back hall has been painted. woo-hoo!  It only took me 5 years to convince hubby that I could not stand builder white any longer.  I guess shot #2 is pretty self explanatory.  We sit in here everyday. We read in here. We occasionally watch the news or tv in here (only once or twice a week actually for the adults) Seeing the 3 year old in here is kind of deceptive and not of my choice.  His Daddy has started a morning routine and I can not seem to break either of them of it.  Every morning while I am still in bed (yup, he does not want me up and under his feet he says, I'm happy to oblige.) before he leaves for work, this little guy hears his Daddy putting his shoes on (He drops them on the hardwood for goodness sake as he comes down the steps! We all hear him!) and gets up out of bed to say good morning /goodbye to him.  This also includes Daddy indulgently making him a cup of choch-ey milk and turning on PBS.   Not a big deal?  AAHH! This is builder grade carpet. This is a 3 year old prone to spills with no supervision, this is the big people family room, the kids have their own finished basement family rooom with a perfectly good tv down there. . . .oh , never mind, I have given up and besides, it is kind of cute that they have their morning thing going on. . . even if I'm not invited.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other points of interest?  My antique barn box, my grandmothers 100 plus year old quilt, one of many oil paintings ( Hubby I like to shop for art)  and a stack of library books.  The couches do not even have their throw pillows or throws on them (heaven alone knows where they are this morning) .  The french doors need dressing up but I can't really decide which unobtrusive treatment to apply to them.  All suggestions welcome, under $20 of course which is about how much my decorating budget would be this month!  And please make it colorful, it's a very brown room (which I personally love but hubby thinks I'm nuts) .  Can't quite see in picture, but accents are there in red and blue and yellow!  Fireplace was suppose to be between those doors but we built it in the basement family room instead and now don't really want another in here so we must decide what to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it, the center of all activity in our home, the family room not the kitchen(I avoid the kitchen whenever possible to be honest except to entertain or buy pretty things for it or cook with kids . . .it's that regular meals thing that flusters me) . It's a lovely kitchen though, so keep checking back and I'll show it to you!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115441341979298532?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115441341979298532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115441341979298532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115441341979298532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115441341979298532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-room-and-precious-one-year.html' title='One more room and a precious one year old!'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115416276388160539</id><published>2006-07-29T04:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T04:46:03.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still blog illiterate I guess</title><content type='html'>what in the world have I done now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to click on my blogspot I only get a link that takes me to blogger and then I have to hit view blog to get here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.  and just when I was thinking up some good stuff to share, as if anyone comes to visit much anyway (thanks Diane for persevering and checking back often.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, seeing as it is the middle of the night (hubby came up later than me and woke me so I just got up since sleep didn't seem to be returning) and since the baby girl went down early last night which means she will be up early. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I should try to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wanted to brag on my shopping bargains this week but it'll have to wait.  and update on my VBS week, and about a dozen other life things. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; come back!  I would love the company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115416276388160539?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115416276388160539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115416276388160539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115416276388160539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115416276388160539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-blog-illiterate-i-guess.html' title='still blog illiterate I guess'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115415940409060265</id><published>2006-07-29T03:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T03:50:04.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/random%20grad,%20pool%20august%20may%20june%20july%202006%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/random%20grad%2C%20pool%20august%20may%20june%20july%202006%20081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so this really is as far as I got! Ta-Da, the front door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which we never use. Now, the Shwann Man, my kids friends,  my in laws (who are not allowed to see my garage!), and various and assorted other folks do use it from time to time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The front door was the same green as the shutters and I hate, hate, hated it for the first 3 years we were here. I tend to use "occasions" to pull work from my already over worked hubby and a party with many guest who had never been down to our new place, did the trick this time!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I love the paint color but am not happy with the current wreath.  I change it often though so for now the purple flowers on the undersized wreath help you find us when you visit.  Because there are no house numbers and I finally took the paper with the number on it (in sharpie!) out of the transom window above the door you'll have to look for our mailbox.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm not sure I'll know how to link this anyway, I'll stop now and go on over toBooMaMas and see what I can do.  If it works, I will be thrilled and post more pics within a day or two!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come back and visit soon.  Just use the garage entry okay? &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/30343608-115415940409060265?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115415940409060265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115415940409060265' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115415940409060265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115415940409060265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-so-this-really-is-as-far-as-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115386070096762683</id><published>2006-07-25T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:51:40.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13 things I've done in the last thirteen days</title><content type='html'>I've seen this kind of thing on other blogs and since I have no idea how to link into any of that or any time to try and learn right now . . .I suppose this is merely to amuse myself and anyone who happens to stumble onto it.  (grin)  So, enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Driven my Father in law to the hospital for a cat scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Purchased and delivered a new matress set to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Written, copied, folded, stuffed, stamped, mailed over 100 invites to Hubby side family reunion and recieved back 17 of them including one very nasty note from a perfect stranger who did not like my junk in her mail! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Collected money for reunion on my side of family and not deposited one cent of it into ING account as promised as of yet. Also have managed to not book rooms yet either.  But have made headway on weekend schedule and craft for said reunion. Did I mention I am a perfectionist in many ways and just can't be a happy person about crafts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Collected, compiled, and culled names and contact info on more than 200 people to be entered into data base in order for sons missions support letter to go out in mail asap.  This work was done while program kept losing/not saving my data. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Proofed, edited, praised, and corrected above sons support letter for Missions Internship to Cambodia begining in Jan 2007 for 1 and 1/2  years.   Ditto for pledge card. Purchased envelopes and stamps for said project as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Attended a graduation party for dear friends daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Visited a dear friends newborn and held coliky baby to give Mom a break.  To many memories there gotta tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Made dinner at home at least 7 of those 13 nights, amazing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Picked up European travel guide from Triple A for husband who is going to Dublin, Ireland, London, England and Frankfort, Germany . . .without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Booked ten nights in 5 different cities and as many states for our road trip in August which entaled countless hours on the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Picked up the family room a minimum of 42 times and told 13 year old to do the dishes (his lone chore) at least this many times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally13.  spent way to much time reading blogs and not enough time reading Gods Word.   Also read 3 books (fiction) to stay sane, it is my escape, I admit, even when it means losing sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115386070096762683?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115386070096762683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115386070096762683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115386070096762683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115386070096762683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/13-things-ive-done-in-last-thirteen.html' title='13 things I&apos;ve done in the last thirteen days'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115385906018460168</id><published>2006-07-25T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:24:20.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gas prices and choices</title><content type='html'>At $3.03 a gallon at the gas pump there are some subtle changes around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to run to WalMart because I'm out of diet soda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the kids really need to go to Gamestop to price new games or look for accessories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go to the Moms in Touch brunch on the other side of town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I really try to do more than 6 errands at a time with a cranky 15 month old missing her nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we skip the State Fair this year (good hour+ drive away) or pop over to the beach after for the evening (another 45 minute drive)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we hang out on opposite side of town for an extra two hours to go to 6 'oclock worship service just because I missed it this morning due to kids colds?  (otherwise it is another 50 mile round trip to go home and me come back alone). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on and on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else been second guessing their usually straight forward decisions about where to go and when? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drive a huge SUV ( I would though if I could afford one, hey! I have 6 kids!) but I also don't drive a compact either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not poor by any standard: world or US but I'm sure not rich either.(monatarily anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of making all these decisions comes Bible School.  Now any good christian Mom knows it is a given you will allow your child to attend such a wholesome activity.  I normally would be on staff in fact. Not so with Jillian's health this year.&lt;br /&gt;Built in excuse right? or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest at home is to old for VBS, my 2 youngest are still to young if I'm not on staff.  So we are talking one child.  (huge sigh) Not just any child. This is to be her last VBS year then off to Jr. Hi.  This invovles many after VBS trips.  It is built up to an unbelievable measure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resist signing her up and she is handling it well (so far as I hear/know about) but at the last minute the guilt is eating me up.  After all, we did drive down to the fair,  (skipped the shore after) I did run to WalMart for non essentials a few times, and I did go out one night and pick up/drop off a friend who has a tighter budget than mine just to socialize. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy!  So we are going to VBS.  (9am-12:15pm)  Monday they are to meet back at church for tubing down the river ($$)at 1:30pm-4pm)  what to do???  Remember 50 mile round trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday again (9:00am-12:15pm) except my meeting with missions staff member goes over a bit and I still have to get gas (any wonder) and stamps on way home (wouldn't want to go out of way) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday "graduating" kiddos have a field trip ($$)which will get them back to church late, around 3pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is pretty straight forward, 9:00am-12:15pm, oh and the 7pm program for parents to show them what we've been doing all week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we're done. It's big fun day, bring your younger sibs and enjoy the rides, moonbounce, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only Tuesday and I'm to tired and poor to think about it anymore!  Did I mention hubby and I pay($$) teenager to babysit when it is "over and above" regular duties/hours. . . more  money.   It is just not worth 1 and 3 year olds missing 5 days worth of naps and their regular schedules have them still in bed for another 1/2 hour after we've left in morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that to say next week we really will eat beans and spaghetti I suppose! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing. Both days so far my 11 year old daughter has thanked me profusely for taking her, letting her go, told me I am the best Mom in the whole world and offered her own money to pay for activities.  She loves Jesus and getting to go hear about him for 3 hours is just a huge deal to her right now.  How could I say no?  Where are my priorities?  Guess I may be scimping on the diet coke for a bit too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115385906018460168?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115385906018460168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115385906018460168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115385906018460168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115385906018460168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/gas-prices-and-choices.html' title='gas prices and choices'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115337401740208302</id><published>2006-07-20T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:40:17.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My pie melted in the freezer!</title><content type='html'>I am not even kidding here.  I spent way to much time on this thing for my beautiful whipped cream dollops to just ...just melt!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself complaining (isn't this where so much trouble begins?) about a jar of peanut butter and how oily it seemed and then went on to say I thought it might be good to make up a batch of my peanut butter bars (this is quick and I can practically do it in my sleep and they always get rave reviews) to use it up quicker.  However, my completely and totally deprived husband says "How about a peanut butter pie" .  I'm thinking now this is probably something his mother made (my MIL is a fabulous pie maker BTW) and mine would be nothing like it and why would I want to do this and I would definitly need to go get some ingredient . . .on and on it went in my head...but all that came out of my mouth was something like "are you crazy? have you no idea what you ask?" Well, I do love the man, I just do not love cooking anything that takes to much time or effort unless I get to show it off (oh dear, downfall number 2- pride). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yup, after dinner, I put the little one in his arms with a bottle and said I'll be back.   I googled a few recipes and came up with pie filling and crust recipe that looked straight forward enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you, I simply can not follow a recipe as it is written.  There are many reasons for this. Sometimes I just don't read it right! oopps!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am clueless as to what an ingredient is.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I simply do not have time and take shortcuts.  (this worked great more than once and now we have a few new casserole recipes, if I could just remember what I did!)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't have all the ingredients and I substitute (um-hm, you know what's coming) .  This can be either disaster-ish or quite brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I decided that a peanut butter pie should definitly have a chocolate crust and surely I had just the thing.  A bag of on sale Mickey Mouse chocolate graham crackers.  Just enough for 2 cups finely chopped.  I quickly hid the bag in the trash before anyone could moan about the tragedy Mickey had faced.  Then said peanut butter was crunchy not creamy as it was suppose to be for crust, oh well.  And wa-la.  The perfect crust!  Oh and I forgot it should have gone in a 9 inch pie plate , I put it in 8 inch.  So nice thick chocolate crust.  I'm tasting it already.  Except it was suppose to freeze for one full hour before I filled it. . .bother. It was already almost 9pm by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the filling.  Whipping cream? Surely not. That stuff in the can you top ice cream with would be fine.  (substitution #1)  Yup, it says whipping cream on the can.  Now my brain does work and all the time I'm workiing on this I'm thinking about how it will come out, if my substitutions will work, blah, blah, blah.  Hey, this filling really looks great!  Now I'm suppose to fill the crust, top it with more "whipping cream" , and freeze for two more hours!  oh dear.  I decided to make my whipping cream (hey! there were 2 1/2 cans in the fridge, I do shop at warehouses with this crew)  look pretty.  I dolloped it on in an ornate and oh so nice looking pattern and showed hubby before I put it in the freezer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next hour, my 3 year old won't stop asking when he can have pie with Daddy.   (why isn't this child in bed yet?) Then hubby starts asking when it will be done.  I decide an hour surely is enough.  uh, not.  I open the freezer door and low and behold my pretty whipped  cream dollops have melted!  I am shocked!  I think cry or laugh?  (actually what I think is thank God this wasn't for company!) And ever logical reasonable hubby says, yeah, that's what that stuff always does on top of strawberries too?  But in the freezer?  So I'm thinking oh well, it'll eat. I pull it out to cut a piece and the whole thing is still like pudding! Now I'm worried, I had added that can stuff to the filling as well.  hhmm. Better let it freeze some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emory goes to bed crying for pie which he will eat for breakfast tommorow no doubt.  Finally at midnight I cut a piece for hubby and he proclaims it good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, those frozen pies in the WalMart freezer section that say just "thaw and eat" for $2.99??  Don't you think they taste nearly as good as the 4 hour homemade version that looks not so fancy by this time?  Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my 13 and 11 year olds?  Mom can you still make those peanut butter bars? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115337401740208302?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115337401740208302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115337401740208302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115337401740208302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115337401740208302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-pie-melted-in-freezer.html' title='My pie melted in the freezer!'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115337139955325078</id><published>2006-07-20T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:56:39.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Zachary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/PICT0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sure this is my son, the almost 19 year old college sophmore, I'm not sure just how much he favors this one and only somewhat decent picture I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is marginally taller than this 6'0" shot.&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks a bit older too after 12 months of living on his own, well, sort of on his own.&lt;br /&gt;And I definitly think there is way more facial hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach (and don't even think of spelling that with a "k" on the end) (however if you'd like to use the syrillic equivalent as it is written in Russian feel free, Zach himself often does after several trips to that part of the world!) is child #2 in the line up. To hear him and his older brother tell it, these younger siblings just do not know how good they have it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach is our independent thinker.  Material things matter little to Zachary.  Sometimes appearances matter even less.  What matters to our Zach is how real and true and relevant someone/something is. He is passionate about his relationship with God.  He has a deep desire to share that Faith with others by showing them his faith lived out in love.   He is a peacemaker and prefers  sayings such as "Oh, it's okay" "Oh, don't worry about it" and "What really matters about  ____?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach carries his independent spirit over to other areas of his life as well.  He likes to spend time skateboarding.    After graduating "homeschool" (a topic I will rarely discuss or bring up)  he chose a less than main line college because he was certain it was were he would be best equipped to do whatever his future held. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many funny stories from his youth but suffice it to say , he is no longer a youth in many ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I spent a couple of Hours trying to load a new label program onto our newer computer so I could attach a new mailing list (couple hundred names, and contact info's) to an e-mail for Zach so he would have it in time to turn in for an assignment due Friday.   How many people do you think I would do that for??  Probably not even myself to often! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You Zach!  Can't wait to see all God will do in and through you in the next few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115337139955325078?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115337139955325078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115337139955325078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115337139955325078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115337139955325078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/meet-zachary.html' title='Meet Zachary'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115319757926488506</id><published>2006-07-17T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:39:39.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Cameron on a hot day</title><content type='html'>Well, only the one pic was suppose to make it into this post but I guess she's cute enough to not only introduce one of her big brothers but also show you our silly pool situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/random%20grad,%20pool%20august%20may%20june%20july%202006%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/random%20grad%2C%20pool%20august%20may%20june%20july%202006%20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron, is our 3rd born child. He will be 14 in August. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/random%20grad,%20pool%20august%20may%20june%20july%202006%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/random%20grad%2C%20pool%20august%20may%20june%20july%202006%20088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Due to the size of our family (suffice it to say, large)Cameron is often called upon to be not only the perfect playmate (or personal slave to hear him tell it!) to his 3 year old brother but also the strong armed babysitter for his 1 year old sister (who he declares has a head much to big for the rest of her body, do you think?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron can be found most days in one of three ways.  Playing his gamecube (which he earned the money for fair and square by babysitting "above and beyond" the regular family responsibility amount of  babysiting for his siblings.) or reading a book (Huge Narnia, Lord of the Rings fan right now but has read so much I can't keep up) or on the computer IM-ing his brother at college or like minded Narnia cyber friends.  He does like to organize kickball or capture the flag or whatever on our cul-de-sac with the neighbor kids or just hang out and shoot the breeze or hoops as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  14, Cameron has left the "my little guy" phase behind and is heading into those deeper waters of figuring out what he really wants, who he really is and how he might get to those places. He is definitely a thinker and  evaluator like his Dad so I am often feeling out of the loop with my boy these days,  I am just to female to "get it" I'm told. ooookaaaay, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So days like today are to be cherished for however long they last.  The sun was out, it was hot, way hot for these parts of the country, and Dad had dug out the "blow up pool" so the kids could have some fun.  It became obvious it needed a patch but exactly where was the question we pondered as we continued to add water to the pool and air to the ring. . .eventually our pump died and we just gave up and then the summertime fun began.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazing around in a big puddle of water can be oh so fun.  With snorkel and googles and imagination even more fun.  Every now and then the pressure of the water in the pool would overcome the sides and the not quite filled ring and slosh over the sides like a waterfall.  At one point, Jillie's little whale floaty was well on it's way to sailing right on out of the pool, baby and all!  So comical albeit a bit scary as well.   I don't take time enough to get out and play with the kids like that so it was a great day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115319757926488506?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115319757926488506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115319757926488506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115319757926488506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115319757926488506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/meet-cameron-on-hot-day.html' title='Meet Cameron on a hot day'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115294715109027118</id><published>2006-07-15T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:05:51.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hate to close it down but . . .</title><content type='html'>How fun was that?  A little piece of blogging success and I'm to tired to stay up and continue.  I'll try to recreate this success next time and introduce you to the 1st three in the line up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to figure out how to link others to my post. . .any hints?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115294715109027118?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115294715109027118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115294715109027118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294715109027118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294715109027118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/hate-to-close-it-down-but.html' title='hate to close it down but . . .'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115294693073453785</id><published>2006-07-15T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T03:02:10.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Big Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/PICT0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/PICT0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Kiley. 10 years old (0pps, 11 now) and the best big sister anyone can claim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the love. None of us were able to hold the newest addition very much due to her hospital stays, medications and just under 9 foot cord hooked to her heart moniter.  (notice the cords by baby Jillie's leg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was a rare shot taken by big brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love exemplifies my daughter. She is not only a great big sister she is the best daughter hands down.  After 3 sons, who I love to pieces, this fourth born child of ours was and is such a wonder to me each and every day. She is female! She understands me!  And she is so caring and compassionate about everything and everyone around her.  She also loves God with her whole heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, isn't God good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115294693073453785?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115294693073453785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115294693073453785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294693073453785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294693073453785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/ultimate-big-sister.html' title='The Ultimate Big Sister'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115294599256775944</id><published>2006-07-15T02:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:46:32.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing, truly amazing. I better keep going while I'm on a roll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But first, Meet Jillian, better known as Jillie for now or actually that would be Jillie-Bean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is our last gig. Shows over baby.  Arriving 2 months early by emergency c-section, she has kept us on our toes for nearly 15 months now. Just out of sz 3-6 months clothes, she is as petite as she is adorable.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's been called "Fiesty" by nearly everyone who has ever had to "deal" with her. It is just the best word to describe her. And Thank God he made her that way or she and/or I may have given up more than once along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More about our darling soon in new and interesting blogs coming your way. Keep checking back!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115294599256775944?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115294599256775944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115294599256775944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294599256775944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294599256775944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/amazing-truly-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115294546011804257</id><published>2006-07-15T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:37:40.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Emory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/1600/Picture%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/346/3253/320/Picture%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. . .I have no idea how I did this or if I will ever be able to do it again (can't you just hear the confidence oozzing out of me !) but here is one of my precious little ones (oh and the arm and chin of another one (hehe).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet Emory, he walks to the beat of a different drum then the rest of my clan let me tell you.   He is a constant source of joy and a constant source of just as much concern!! Never mind Elmo's World, Emory has his very own world and let's us in only when he deems it appropriate.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At three and a half years old he has the vocabulary of a 5 year old easily and does not hesitate to use it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has an attachment to a stuffed animal that goes way beyond reason and a love for his siblings that is nearly as strong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He truly believes pants/shorts are only to be worn outside of the house, never inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could go on but I'm sure as I continue to blog you'll meet Emory in many different ways!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115294546011804257?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115294546011804257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115294546011804257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294546011804257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115294546011804257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/meet-emory.html' title='Meet Emory'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115285628316805498</id><published>2006-07-14T01:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:51:23.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>acrosstheboard</title><content type='html'>I found these questions to be interesting so thought I would join in since I'm new around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accent&lt;/strong&gt;: I pick them up easily so quite a blend I am certain. Fought hard to rid myself of eastern shore MD/VA accent as a teenager and now I enjoy hearing it spoken (very slow southern type draw with old English accents thrown in!) Have grown up near Philadelphia,PA so you will hear that as well. . son in college in Minnesota, don'tcha know? ya betcha! And finally, have had teenagers in my house for last decade so "whatever" is in, rad, smokin', cool/hot, wicked, righteous, you get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bible Book I Like&lt;/strong&gt;: Just can't pick one, I just can't!  Romans, John, Galations, Phillipians, Psalms, Proverbs, Luke, Job!  aahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore I don't care for&lt;/strong&gt;:OH! you are suppose to like chores?? well maybe cleaning floors, most kinds. I have eagle like eye sight and can not stand for any crumb or smudge to remain therefore no one but me can satisfiy me, yuk much rather delegate!  or maybe dealing with paper, yeah that's a killer. can not control, tame, organize or get on top of that one at all no matter how much time I devote to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog or Cat&lt;/strong&gt;: Are you kidding? I have six kids to keep alive and I kill house plants.  Neither thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential electronics&lt;/strong&gt;: love this new qizmo, remote start for my car on hot days that turns on car which turns on a/c!  and my cell phone of course, digital camera, and wireless internet, oh is that electronic? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Movie&lt;/strong&gt;:Not sure I have one but anything with Harrison Ford is good, Julia Roberts flicks, Sound of Music, Gone with the Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold or Silver&lt;/strong&gt;: Gold in the bank and silver on the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Handbag I carry most often&lt;/strong&gt;: Change for the seasons. Love all bags though. Leather in winter, Linen in summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh my yes.  worse with each child and with age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job title&lt;/strong&gt;: no one has really given me one I like yet? what day or hour is it? it may change repeately as I move through my day or week.  Daughter of the King, Wife of One Fine Christian Man, Mom to several individually wonderful kids, and whether by choice or by defalt, Homemaker. The buck stops here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids&lt;/strong&gt;:yes, 3 sets of 2  OR, 2 out of home, 2 in jr. hi, and 2 little ones OR 4 boys and 2 girls, BUT never 6 unless I can watch the reaction on your face.  hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Arrangements&lt;/strong&gt;: A single family unit (Dad,Mom and kids) no pets, house on 1/4 acre in nice suburban neighborhood  or in other words, very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Memorable Moment&lt;/strong&gt;: Lots I think.  Each time I feel undeserved and extravagant love for me, a reprobate and repeat offender in the many relationships of love.  Those are the times that stay with me, everything else pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naughtiest Childhood Behavior&lt;/strong&gt;: Skipping out of band class for 2 semesters because I knew I could and not get caught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overnight Hospital Stays&lt;/strong&gt;:Several ER visits with family members that just go on forever, a few with my older parents who needed someone as their advocate, and 6 personally, one for each child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobias&lt;/strong&gt;: Getting Lost in Strange places. My sense of direction is not so great.  Being in Water situations I'm not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote&lt;/strong&gt;: so many good ones come to mind. . .but the lifesaver for me, I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! Phil 4:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion&lt;/strong&gt;: I can be religious about my diet(well sometimes anyway) and religious about my cleaning before company and relgious about my medication schedule but I think what you would want to know is out of all the world "religions" , systems to believe in, I choose the one and only that affords me a place in heaven after death based on my personal belief that I can do nothing to earn my way there or make myself good enough to deserve to be there, rather my "religion" ,my system of belief, is based on a personal, one on one realtionship with  God the Father, Jesus Christ His Son, and the Holy Spirit, the triune Creator of the Universe  who indwells me with His goodness and grace so I can live for Him and bring ultimate Glory to Him forever more. Me, a worthless sinner, saved by the matchless grace of an eternal Father who died just so I could live forever. wow! One of the few things I'll climb up on any soap box to tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings&lt;/strong&gt;:Oh yeah. 4. One "big" sister, ten years older than I, two brothers, 6 and 8 years older than I, then me, and a "little" sister 3 years younger than I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time I wake up&lt;/strong&gt;: Naturally? around 9:30am but could sleep longer. . .Forced?  whenever the little ones come and get me via standing at my side until I open an eye (3 year old) or calling from her crib. . .7-8am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unusual Talent&lt;/strong&gt;: don't feel very talented. or skilled.  Forgetfulness I have found can be a blessing though as you can never remember those who have wronged you or what they did wrong anyway for very long at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veggie I refuse to eat&lt;/strong&gt;: Depends on who's serving it!  Brussel sprouts, cooked cabbage are two not so appealing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst habit&lt;/strong&gt;: Taking care of everything/everyone but myself. oh, and Procrastination .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-Rays&lt;/strong&gt;: ???can't really remember any except dental and my daughters arm (one week after the fact. .what?? she wasn't complaining until she fell again!)  when she reinjured it and then told the ER staff "Mommy pushed me off the swing!" and yes, it was broken in 3 places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy stuff I cook&lt;/strong&gt;:again, who's asking? great Amish Oatmeal cake, handed down 3 generations rice pudding, hubby thinks from scratch Apple pie is good, personally,  I find the best tasting stuff (and fancy too) comes out of the freezer at Costco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoo animal I like most&lt;/strong&gt;:Since I am certain it has been 10 years since I was last at a zoo excluding Animal Kingdom in Disney (5+ years ago) you can see I have a deep love for animals. . .coughcough...uh maybe a panda or a giraffee? Natural history museums are nice, all the animals there are nice to pet, no oder and are stuffed so pretty like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that would be a peek at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to hear about any of you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115285628316805498?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115285628316805498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115285628316805498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115285628316805498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115285628316805498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/acrosstheboard_13.html' title='acrosstheboard'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115267744699685373</id><published>2006-07-12T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:10:47.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts on a random day.</title><content type='html'>Laundry is almost caught up! What a thing to be joyful about!&lt;br /&gt;I did not leave the house for any reason today, that sure does make a difference but I have to say, I'm itching to get out of here come tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled weeds tonight. I do not like this chore. It was very muggy and warm outside as well. I do not like this weather.&lt;br /&gt;I also cleaned out my car today. I do not like a messy car so this is a good thing. It was very hot when I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 13 year old washed my car for me tonight. He did so to earn a few dollars. He had never done so before (car washing I mean) . It showed. He was later given a few pointers by me and re-did some of the "bad spots". Now my car looks pretty good. And the 13 year old has learned a new skill and has $5 in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I organized my stroller collection today. I love strollers . I currently have 6, no 7. One is my snap and go and it is already tagged for resale but it will be missed . It is a very light stroller. I recently sold my Graco duo glide. I only ever used it in Disney and at the mall a very few times. It is a very heavy stroller. I am having a hard time deciding if I should return my new Joovey (sit and stand) or try out the new Fisher Price sit and stand or just give up on the one stroller for two kids idea altogether. I would go for lightweight umbrella type strollers for both if only I could be assured my hubby and two older children would not run off and leave me with two hands, two little ones, and two strollers as well to manage. This has happened often on family trips. Little ones can't do something older ones want to do so Dad takes them and leaves me with the enterage. . . what to do. But, my stroller collection is nice and neat and lined up against the garage wall now and I do feel better knowing I still have options. . .hehehe. Yes, I am a stroller addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent hours of late on the Internet planning our next "trip". Trip is a very broad sort of word don't you think? Not vacation, not road trip, not traveling, not sightseeing, not visiting, just trip. And what a trip it seems to be turning out&lt;br /&gt;to be. With more than 3000 plus miles to cover and gas at $3 a gallon and climbing...it's not something I take lightly, this planning I mean. Since most of the joy for me will be in finding the best things to see and do, the best bargains, and the most luxurios accomadations I can reasonably afford there is much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we actually flew to Florida because ticket prices and gas prices were nearly equivalent (with 6 of us) even when we figured in the rental car. This year, no matter how I try to book us, flying is out. So is Florida BTW since we have to be in Minnesota for a graduation. So a road trip is in. We've done many road trips over the years and the older boys enjoyed them. The middle two and our little two are pretty good travelers as well... I think. It's just a long way out there on limited time and money so . . .this is huge. The planning I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to do and complete in the next several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, staying home today was a good thing I think. Altho, my list for tomorrow is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to get to bed at a nearly reasonable time tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more random fact. My daughter in law passed her nursing boards today with flying colors! woo-hoo. Now the job is totally secure and she's officially an RN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115267744699685373?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115267744699685373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115267744699685373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115267744699685373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115267744699685373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts-on-random-day.html' title='Random thoughts on a random day.'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115242715289487294</id><published>2006-07-09T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:39:12.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things we do for our kids and movies with no end. .</title><content type='html'>For instance, we are not a "watch tv regularly or go to the movies" type of family. We are just usually way to busy for such. However, occasionally, it's a big deal if a new movie comes out in theaters or on video (or is that DVD that I should be saying these days?) that we have particularly been looking forward to or heard about, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such was the case a while back. I was actually kind of excited because hubby had agreed to sit with the kids and I and we would all watch the just released on DVD, first in the series, Lord of the Rings movie. Now see, I was excited for very different reasons than my childen I am certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pride was involved here. I mean, after all, my childern had chosen JR Tolikien and CS Lewis (yup, did the whole Narnia thing too) over some other type reading (no comments on what that would have/could have been) . Anyway, back to the big movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is a Saturday night. My children have already seen this movie in the theaters and are anxious to watch it again to pick up on even more of the minute differences they have already found in it and the actual book. Oh, and maybe they are kind of interested in the actors/costuming and the action stuff too (so they are teen agers!) . Popcorn is done, drinks are had all around and the movie begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my favorite kind of movie at all mind you. And apparently I have not read the complete works of Tolikien so I am asking really lame questions as we go along. So it is at least an hour into this thing when I think to ask how long it is and am greeted with silence. So again I ask doesn't anyone know? Where is that box? Okay so it's 3 hours long. . .and it is Saturday night (ya know, before church??) and we started well after 9pm . . .groan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to cap off the night, this movie has no ending!! It totally leaves you hanging for the next movie which is not to be realeased for like another year or something! I was just dumbfounded. How could I be so clueless my family wonders. I mean it is like reading half a book or something and putting it down for a year or so?! I rarely read a book in more than one sitting anyway. Just have to finish them. ie-yi-yi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my children are quite happy that we had a family movie night after all so I get over it. Flash forward to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College boy is going back to school tommorow, he flies out in the late afternoon. Church is in the morning and then we eat, and pack and off he goes. What would he like to do for his last night home we ask? We decide on dinner and. . .you got it, a movie. Besides forking out top dollar for Saturday night movie tickets, (I did not have time to go to Costco and pick up discounted ones &lt;sigh&gt;) This movie is sold out until 9:45pm. That's okay, it's a sequel the boys really want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be wiser by now, but no, I have not seen the first movie altho it has sat on our shelf for over a year I believe. So I think oh well, just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner, btw, is great. We tried a new place and loved it. Plenty of time to get to the movie. Even time to stop at dollar store for yummies. And 9:45 doesn't sound so late. The last 7 shows have been sold out all day so we think we should get there a bit early to secure good seats. I think 9:10pm is more than a bit early. I am proved wrong by the more than half full theater. And then there are the half hour of commercials after the 9:45 start time . . .all this before I think to ask how long is this movie anyway?? "150 minutes I think Mom." oh. Saturday night again. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I call home, check on the babysitting daughter who assures me baby #1 is down for the night and #2 is on his way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well okay, I can sit back and relax. Might as well enjoy, I did pay for this. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't follow a thing for the whole first hour! I'm lost since I did not see first movie I'm thinking. I finally become engrossed enough to forget the hour/length of this thing and decide even though it is really kind of ugly/scary it's okay, I'm into it. But you already know what is coming don't you? There is no ending!! aaahhh! Can you even believe? A shameless 2 and a half hour flick to get me to come back and see the third movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys thought it was great. My hubby agreed with me for once but also thought it had it's moments. All I could think is I should have gone home after dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the things we do for our kids and movies with no endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this was not a movie from high literture if you must know. It was one of those movies I have no personal interest in outside of the Disney ride it ties itself too, because I do love Disney and I do love Disney rides. . .so for those of you who love adventure, this one was for you. All I have to say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrrggghh matey, next time let me know how long the voyage is to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115242715289487294?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115242715289487294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115242715289487294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115242715289487294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115242715289487294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-we-do-for-our-kids-and-movies.html' title='things we do for our kids and movies with no end. .'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115225922249505010</id><published>2006-07-07T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T04:00:22.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick but relaxing get away</title><content type='html'>So here it is Thursday night, oops! again, Friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;                         ??How does that happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you start the week by atending church, uuhh. . .make that attending church nursery, yeah that's it,  with your family of 7, which involves 2 cars no matter what those car dealers say about 7 passenger!  That is an urban legend to be sure when you  are talking about 2 parents, 2 carseats (and appropriate gear), 2 jr. hi -ers, and one 6'1", 260 lb. college kid!&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, 2 cars later, we had worshipped, (even managed to do that while visiting with other Mom's in nursery) ,  stopped at our favorite cajun/mexican restaurant for dinner, napped , and visited hubby's parents for our "every other week whether we have time or not" Sunday visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know some day when we no longer have them, I will be glad we took the time to make this a regular part of the kids and our lives.  Right now, it often feels overwhelming to lose a nap or keep a little one up so far past bedtime but we do enjoy the visits and know they look forward to them.  My folks, on the other hand, never need an invite and stop at our place regularly, maybe to regularly?  hehe. usually around dinner hour? hahaha.  Just really very blessed to have both sets of our parents alive and in our lives really. And both living nearby as well.  So nice not to have to plan yearly vacation time as a time to visit family but actually visit favorite places or go someplace new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, and off topic as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, hubby took day off work to spend time with visiting "college boy", aka, 18 yr old son,  so off to the beach for the day for them and the 11 yr. old daughter and 3 year old son.  Can't believe I opted out of that one since I'm the only one around here who even cares about what hue my skin is in summer!  But maybe I mentioned before, "these two babies" as I often refer to them, have changed so many things for me. I'm sure some is age but some is just plain old tiredness!  So baby girl and I stayed home to get ready for next 2 days, or so the theory went. Oh, 13 yr old son at home too but since I did not wake him, I never saw him before 1pm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: what actually happened at home, was this.  I was so bummed about missing beach with a chair and a book, I played with the baby girl and fed her and as soon as she went down for morning nap, I hopped into my swimsuit, grabbed a cup of diet coke, ice and a book and hit my deck with a towel and a spray bottle of water!  1.5 hours later, I was nicely cooked, slightly burned but nothing serious with color I wanted to take away with me for the next two days!  Oh, and then baby daughter was still asleep so I laid down for a nap!@!  She actually woke a half hour into my nap, but by then the stay at home son was up and he watched her and gave her lunch for me so I got to sleep some more!  Hubby called shortly thereafter and announced his ETA as shortly before 5pm with daughter who "needed to be back" in time for youth group! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner for those left at home was sacrificed for my shower and a last minute fast food meal with a friend before we dropped said daughter at church and went baby gift shopping for a mutual friend!  A date I'd been trying to fit in for several weeks!  Back home by 10pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wasted and perfectly lovely day.  But this is how it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't mentioned yet that I should have been doing laundry and packing for two?  Well, hubby needed to be above NYC in a Connecticut office early am Wednesday so we decided to take the fourth to drive up and stay overnight so he could avoid rush hour on Wednesday am.  Good decision!  We were able to get up around 7am, get everything settled here and packed and ready to go by 9am! woo-hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at a world famous restaurant was so good and such a treat, I just love a good sausage buisquit from McD's!  The drive was long and traffic on the fourth did get heavy  going around the city but considering it is one of the largest cities in the world, not to bad.  Arrived at hotel by 1pm, checked into a very lovely room (anyone love tripadvsor.com  as much as I?)and then decided to go see what was in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stamford, Connecticut is not a tourist meca to be sure but we eventually found the antique places we were looking for, all closed for the holiday, so a drive up the coast sounded like a good back up plan.  Connecticut coastline is not what I was expecting at all!  I'm so used to beach side houses and boardwalks and great restaurants but all along Interstate and even Route 1 all I saw was . . .industry?   hhmm, time to ask for help.  The guy in the service stop was very nice and tried to be very helpful but his answers were a bit vague. . .fireworks? uumm not really sure. boardwalks?  mmm, parks close at dusk. . .restaurants?  sure, if you can find one open on holiday (closed on a holiday is a strange concept to us, especially the fourth of July!, at home, everything would be booming until 1am at least!) and if you want seafood. . . oh well.   We drove some more, got lost once or twice, saw some public sand, some Independance day signs for events that had taken place earlier in day, found one town we liked and it was mostly "open" (Milford).   Unfortunately, aside from purchasing a few sale items in a fun but a bit out of my budget store, we did not eat here.  We thought we would come upon more places like Milford. We did not. Both my hubby and I love architechture so we were able to comment about lots of that throughout our lengthy drive but a few more hours into this, we also noticed a severe lack of restaurants.  And when we found one, it was closed up tight like most everything else around it?  Yikes. Out of our element here.  WE ENDED UP EATING AT FRIENDLY'S!! oh and a really horrrible one at that.  Well, it was laugh or cry at this point so laugh we did,  made it back to hotel in time for a swim anyway but I was just too tired!  Hubby went and I enjoyed the wonderful pillowtop mattress and flipping channels.  I rarely ever even watch tv so it was fun for me.   What a day.  Most of it in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday found me in a mall with nice stores while hubby worked.  He finished sooner than expected, and we went back to those antique places.  Good decision.  Talk about a shop until you drop day. And hubby was game through it all.  Found a great cafe when our feet couldn't take another minute and had the best Turisumo (sp.?) Guess the shot of expresso in it gave us a second wind.  We never headed out of town until 5 pm when everything appeared to be shutting down again.  So Stamford is a great place for Antiques but a not so great place for much else from what we coud find in our brief stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part of travel? No traffic! Straight shot home in 3 hours flat which allowed us to stop for dinner on our own home turf before showing up back at home with all the goodies for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely, Lovely to have almost two full days away with no diapers, no housework, no cooking, etc.  And right smak in the middle of a week no less. Yup, this is how it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was Thursday, back to reality. Invites must go out for reunion. Errands had to be run.  Son had to be car pooled. Babies had to be changed and fed. Hubby had to work.  House needs serious attention about now so I guess tomorrow will come all to soon.   Oh and house company for afternoon tomorrow ups the anty even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing those "almost two days" were relaxing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my week.  And that's how it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115225922249505010?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115225922249505010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115225922249505010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115225922249505010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115225922249505010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-but-relaxing-get-away.html' title='A quick but relaxing get away'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115182818586646911</id><published>2006-07-02T04:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:16:25.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this really who I am?</title><content type='html'>Well, fitting blogging in is a bit harder than I imagined. Now reading all these links and blogs is way to easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a milestone day. The littlest one, managed to climb all the way back down the steps by herself. Cool huh? She's been going up for a while but just as she reached the very top step of 14 total (one landing in the middle) she paused, turned around with a huge grin and gingerly reached her piggy toes back down to feel for that last step she had just conquered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute it was. Mommy at the top , Daddy at the bottom and all of us holding our breath! Big sister joined in the cheering session half way through. The 3 big brothers were off somewhere together enjoying something better apparently as they did not come when called to see the big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the older I get the more I enjoy these little milestones and the more precious they each become. Especially with these last two. Who by all rights should not even be here but are. What a gift from God that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man plans, God laughts or so I am told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surely must laugh every time he thinks about what I thought my life needed to be full, content, happy, whatever. It was not 6 kids ranging in age from 24 years to 14 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try never to tell anyone I have six kids unless I am looking for a reaction (those are kind of fun) rather I tell them I have 2, um sets of 3, or really more like, 3 sets of 2. "just 2 babies" I've been heard to say "oh, well , and two middle school age ones, and 2 grown and out of the home. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never quite sure what mode I'm in most of the time. Lots of my friends have only grown or high school age kids and are quite frankly giddy to be "almost done" the grind parenting can sometimes be. Their giddiness makes me gag on my plateful. Oh dear. The "car pool" gang is who I see most and most think I relate to the best. I disagree. They are all so busy running here and there and keeping up with so many "lessons/games" (don't even get me started with that one!) that this sleep deprived, nursing mother of two, age 3 and less, just can't relate. But then there are the newest "friends" in my life, those newest first time moms or Moms of preschoolers who really do know so much more than I and would love to tell me what I should try next. Pu-leeasee! And then when I try to realte to those mega super strength Moms of 5 or 7 or 10 children (they never call them kids btw) I just cringe at my inability to relate to how much they love their big family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a huge mess I am. I do love my family, just in pieces I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention our granson is 4 and a half and is older than those 2 newest babies? He played soccer this year for the first time and his Daddy and Mommy would love for our 3 and a half year old, "Uncle Emory" to join him next year. Are they insane? I tried with everything in me and only made it to one of the Grandsons games this season and thought I was doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when our mutual pediatrican says to me in a moment of weakness in their office after a particularly trying week of illness, "Mrs. A. You are doing so well for being an older Mom and having to deal with all of this", I just want to curl up and die right then and there! I guess my daughter in law is the young Mrs. A. these days and what pray tell does that make my MIL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, you folks don't know me very well yet and I'm sure this post is coming across as very whiney, but as I feel very whiney at the moment perhaps it is a bit to real . . .However, I do love my kids, love my husband, love my life and all the privelidges and adventures it affords me and most importantly love my God who gave it all to me to because He must have known what was best for me even when I did not! Much easier to fully rely on God when there is so little of myself to rely on I'll give you that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll recall that in the morning (okay later morning than it already is) as I try to bath, shower, dress and pack up all 7 of us for the 8:30am worship hour tomorrow morning! And here's a question. Why do the older folks who prefer traditional worship over contempory worship get to go to church at 11am instead of 8:30am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a certifiable mess!! Happy to have the college age one home for a week though, so 7 is okay for now, but boy will 6 look good next week too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115182818586646911?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115182818586646911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115182818586646911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115182818586646911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115182818586646911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-this-really-who-i-am.html' title='Is this really who I am?'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115156320823048907</id><published>2006-06-29T02:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:40:08.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life</title><content type='html'>Okay, so day two of this blogging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be in bed but this is way to fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first comment as well! woo-hoo. Don't even know how she found me or how I find half of the blogs I've been reading of late but it surely is an interesting passtime. . .as if I have any time I need to pass &lt;hehe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was quite interesting as most days are. It was also a rather quiet day (no place I had to be but lots I should be doing). The fact that it was 2pm before I stepped into the shower says a lot I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby (almost 14 months) thinks she should only nap once a day now for any length of time and I was so starting to count on twice a day breaks from her, hhmm, does nothing in this life last? She is truly turning into a pudgey little one these days. Considering she arrived 2 months early and spent a month in NICU, another month in and out of hospitals, labs, doctors offices, and then tied to a moniter by a very short 9 foot cord for the next 6 months, I should be prasing God she is healthy and growing finally! She's not quite on the charts size wise yet except her head (hehe, 5th percentile!) but she sure feels like she's gained 5 pounds this month alone. She's 17 pounds now and what a lug to carry around. Her big accomplishment is turning herself around and skooting off the couch/step/bed when she wants down. Not that she bothers to see exactly how far down that might be. . .she's been crawling up the steps for several months now (since 10 months~ all her sibs mastered them at 8 months so we are on target there anyway!) but hasn't yet figured out multi step down manuveurs just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, sorry, nothing about my day in that proud mama diatribe! Oh yes, the skipped afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to call the hubby and request a night out with middle 2 kiddos to do some returns, price adjust a table we just bought, try for yet a different "Cars" (cute flick by the way) Happy Meal toy, and order chairs for said table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bit of adventure in that 1) I got to go out without the 2 little ones 2) I did not have to prepare dinner (Daddy did pancakes I hear) 3) I found some clearance side chairs I was happy enough with for now ($39.50 for 4 chairs!! woo-hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;4) the 2 Windsor arm chairs I ordered will be in on Monday (yeah!) 5) After speaking with 4 (no kidding) employees of table store who promised upon purchase of said table a price adjustment period of 2 weeks (for further mark downs) and then reneged on that promise big time I actually walked away with my rightful $72 dollar credit on my c.card! and last but not least 6) my 2 middle children got a night out and away from their sibling responsibilities as well. aahhh. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, the laundry fairy had not made an appearance, unfortunately, so that will be a first thing in the morning necessity if the 13 year old is to face his adoring public clothed properly and the rest of us would like clean undergarments! Also, the college age son will arrive at the airport shortly after midnight on Friday evening to begin his 10 day stay at home. More laundry for sure and I mean before he gets here. We had house company and they used his bedroom so now I must freshen everything up before he gets home and again once he leaves. Always, Always Laundry. . . not a chore I especiallly mind just an ever present one which is oh so rarely caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the evening ended (okay, almost ended) on a nice positive note with a chat (with the hubby) about family vacation (yup, 6 of us in a car for 12 days and 2500+ miles) and no real disagreements over places to go, things to see, money to be spent for once! Just waiting for some final details about specific dates and I can really get on line and start finishing up plans. We usual end up going some place were we are required to travel anyway either with hubby's work or this time college age sons 1-yr. graduation ceremony (1 year degree to be followed by on-line semester from home while he prepares for 18 months overseas internship) and then back to Minnesota for 4 year BA degree after that. (hard to keep that all straight sometimes) and "come help me pack up my apartment and travel home 1200 miles in this older vehicle" oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to vacation. Since we are traveling as far as MN, we have decided to go a day further and visit Black Hills of SD and see Mt. Rushmore and surrounding area. Probably head down to Colorado (Denver/Colorado Springs area) after that. Kids have never been further than MN one time and hubby and I have only flown over area on way to CA on buisness. Would love to hear travel tips for area or must do's .&lt;br /&gt;We are born and raised East Coasters who understand fully populated areas, large cities, and driving up and down the coast but all this space with not much in it is very strange! Nature is great for an overnight family bonding camping trip or for hubby to hike or bike but it will be hotels and "attractions" this trip. My kiddos would be asking what they are suppose to see after the first 100 trees and the first true mountain range otherwise. So I admit it, we (I!) are not real nature people (except hubby and even he, as the years catch up with us, enjoys a nice comfy bed at night!) But museums are not a big fav either unless they are kid ones (and boy have we been to some great ones over the years) . We would all like to see a few "new to us" animals (that is anywhere but in my home that is,&lt;and&gt; ) get the wow effect of the vastness of the midwest, and see things we can't see back home! All on a budget. oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet up with college son to drive home together a week after we leave him to vacation. He will not be joining us as he is participating (best man in one) in three weddings that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better shut it down for now. Want to finish 40 or so pages in a book I picked up off the clearance rack at Christian book store a few week back. It is what kept me from laundry today &lt;grin&gt;and just needs to be put to rest! Reading is definitely my escape from real life more often than not. This read was a suspense CIA/KGB kind of thing which intrigued me as one son has been to Russia 4 times and I always like to hear more facts surrounding any place I 've never been but know a little bit about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh! time to go. Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115156320823048907?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115156320823048907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115156320823048907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115156320823048907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115156320823048907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-in-life.html' title='a day in the life'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30343608.post-115142757810370308</id><published>2006-06-27T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:59:38.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st attempt and Intro of sorts</title><content type='html'>Well, this cetainly feels a bit like space age technology to me, which of course, dates me from sentence number one of my newest venture, blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed surfing around and even lurking a good bit on others blogs for several months now and admit to being blown away, amused, saddened, encouraged and yes, even enraged at what I've read.  However, mostly I've felt connected and informed and fulfilled by what I've come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, I enter a whole new world. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My e-mail buddies will think I've lost my mind, my family will wonder why I'm not spending this time on them, and I myself am feeling quite like I have nothing to say all of the sudden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps I shall begin with a brief introduction which I admit could take several turns if it were all inclusive or sound terribly boring if I just listed names and places so perhaps a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my blog address ~ acrosstheboardandback ~ this sums up much about my life for now and in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Mom to 6. wife to 1.  My children are grouped loosely in groups of 2's.  2 grown and mostly gone from the nest, 2 in the middle years, and 2 who I still refer to both of as babies.&lt;br /&gt;On any given day I can be found lending my oldest our lawnmower, taking a cell call from nearly 1200 miles away from the next about some obscure question about life in general, arbitrating between an almost 14 year old and his younger sister of 11 about a friend, a phone, or a video game, all the while changing 2 sets of diapers for 2 very different size bums!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an adventure I came upon in a planned sort of way (obviously! who would plan this?) or one that I am currently very fond of at the ripe old age of 43.  I do love each of my children with what seems to be increasing fervor for each of them and yet I can't help but think of "what could have been" had I stopped at 2 or possibly even 4 total.  So am I a bad person? No, just regularly overwhelmed by the responsibilities of my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband finds his life much unchanged with the passing of married years and the addition of family members. He gets up, goes to work (same stable job of as many years as our marriage), comes home, wants dinner(and sometimes even gets it!) and fulfills whatever husbandly/fatherly duties we place in front of him on a regular basis.  Mind you I am not foolish enough not to appreciate this solid rock in my life of ever changing emotions and parenting crisises; however, there are times, I just long for him to understand more concretely what my life feels like to me personally!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally read a blog where the writer seems so in tune with what I am feeling in this area of "living life" I just want to shout "someone truly understands!" so I will share this with my husband who just truly does not get it at all!  "where do you know her from ?" would be a standard comment!  ey-yi-yi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit trying to type out a few of my thoughts and doing less than a stellar job of it but enjoying a few minutes while my 1 year old naps, my 3 year old spills cocoa pebbles on the couch, my 11 year old tells my 13 year old how to clean it up, and my almost 19 year old calls once more to check his flight times home for a one week vacation before it is back to his 3rd semester of college life (yes, over the summer, the plan is a 4 year degree in 3 years including an 18 month internship overseas. . .). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now, I need to refill my cup with Diet Coke and lemon or lime and see if I can get a chore done before baby number 6 demands my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone out there think I'm hopeless, helpless, or frighteningly normal?  love to hear others are making the grind a bit more likable by sharing it with another somewhat isolated mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt, Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30343608-115142757810370308?l=acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/feeds/115142757810370308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30343608&amp;postID=115142757810370308' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115142757810370308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30343608/posts/default/115142757810370308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrosstheboardandback.blogspot.com/2006/06/1st-attempt-and-intro-of-sorts.html' title='1st attempt and Intro of sorts'/><author><name>kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10170311442819158182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
