<?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-5078070937369827665</id><updated>2012-01-08T23:27:31.527-06:00</updated><category term='Summer Vacation'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Praying'/><category term='New Years Day'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><category term='veterans day'/><title type='text'>Shelley's blog, blog, bloggingspot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02909375882174031172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/S2TJKu7dkHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JT0xTBwKrKw/S220/january+2010+037.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078070937369827665.post-3452972922461962747</id><published>2010-01-01T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:04:38.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veterans day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>2009 Memories</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;2009 Memories I will cherish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years of marriage with my husband, Tom.&lt;br /&gt;I am another year older and wiser, 36 years old!&lt;br /&gt;Reconnecting with old friends, meeting new ones, and even saying goodbye to some dear ones. &lt;br /&gt;Listening to my youngest daughter, Gracie&amp;nbsp;pray and ask Jesus to live in her heart and forgive her of her sins.&lt;br /&gt;Being asked to baptize my dear friend Carrie and a sweet Kindergartener I teach in Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting my Mother's childhood Kentucky home and reconnecting&amp;nbsp; with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;The look on Gracie's face during her 5th Birthday Party.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Uncle Ricky's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Spending Mother's Day with my Mother and Sister, shopping antique stores, laughing at the old toys we use to play with!&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming prescence of the Holy Spirit,&amp;nbsp;I felt when Tom took me to the Dunes for a getaway in April.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time reading my bible, writing my favorite verses in the sand. &lt;br /&gt;Tom grilling the best steak and lobster for lunch while I played in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Playing softball with family and the neighbors in our court.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with Amy about how random we are and how we are just not right!&lt;br /&gt;Sending Taylor to camp. Praying God will protect her and she'll come home filled with a little more of Him.&lt;br /&gt;The moment Michael Jackson was announced dead. Shocked and saddened.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson's funeral. Crying so hard, thinking it was one of the saddest tradegy's I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;Watching Amy cry just as hard with me over Michael's funeral!&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how fragile life is.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing I need to share the&amp;nbsp;hope of salvation with my friends and family &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;. Tomorrow is not promised.&lt;br /&gt;Hot summer days swimming with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;Zoo trips with the family.&lt;br /&gt;Going to see "Wicked" with Michael and Amy!&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of my box and going on vacation in an RV.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of chiggers on my legs for weeks after my trip.&lt;br /&gt;Resolving, &lt;strong&gt;NeVeR&lt;/strong&gt; to take another camping/RV trip again! &lt;br /&gt;Tom and I trying to fing the Newport Aquarium. Its like they picked up a big ole' tub of water and dumped it on the border of Ohio and Kentucky! Go figure? We couldn't!&lt;br /&gt;Praying all year about whether or not to homeschool and finally making the decision.&lt;br /&gt;Taking a leap of faith. Homeschooling all three girls.&lt;br /&gt;Veteran's Day with my Dad. Listening to his stories about the army. He spoke with intense emotion and could recall an event as if it were yesterday. It helped me understand who he is and why he is the way he is! &lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving with the entire family!&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the house for Christmas. I love getting out the decorations. Old and new. &lt;br /&gt;Showing my daughters the Christmas treasures my Mother made for me and my sister&amp;nbsp;in 1973, 1977, 1980.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time&amp;nbsp;at the Children's Museum "The Power of Children" exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve watching Carrie. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling the prescence of the Holy Spirit Christmas Eve. It truly was a Holy Night.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the smiles on the girls faces Christmas morning but being more blessed that they said "Happy Birthday Jesus" before they tore into the presents.&lt;br /&gt;Getting my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Ricky loving his Elvis ornament and catalog.&lt;br /&gt;Troy liking his wrestler guys.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas brunch.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day in our jammies.&lt;br /&gt;Time spent with Grandma and Grandpa with the dogs playing Bop-it!&lt;br /&gt;Spending New Year's Eve with my family and friends. Eating, talking, laughing, taking time to go to the church to pray,watching Anna be King Kong,&amp;nbsp;and watching the ball drop! &lt;br /&gt;Kissing my hubby once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078070937369827665-3452972922461962747?l=shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/feeds/3452972922461962747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-memories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default/3452972922461962747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default/3452972922461962747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-memories.html' title='2009 Memories'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02909375882174031172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/S2TJKu7dkHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JT0xTBwKrKw/S220/january+2010+037.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078070937369827665.post-9123880038998354712</id><published>2009-11-26T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:09:28.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw6zPR176fI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SBq_X0F3ubU/s1600/2009_0525amyfrommisc0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I wanted to share some with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My Savior Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw6tLco7WeI/AAAAAAAAACI/kTNXGQZB8tY/s1600/falls+park+may+3+09+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 75px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408450614696565218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw6tLco7WeI/AAAAAAAAACI/kTNXGQZB8tY/s200/falls+park+may+3+09+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. My husband Tom and our three daughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My Mom for never giving up and never ceasing to pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My Daddy. He is my hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My big sister Kim for always supporting and encouraging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Old friends Shelley, Kristie, Michelle, and the rest of my "posse"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. New friends whom God placed in my life at just the right time! Amy, Michael, Lori, Renee, Carrie, Tina. I thank God for you everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A warm house and food to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. A dependable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. My Mom for doing my laundry! She's a saint!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. My in-laws who are always ready and willing to help me in a moments notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. My church family for teaching me that a church can be healthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. My MOPS Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. My mentors Kathy Wright and Kathy Pendley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Joleen's smiling face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Amy's listening ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Grace and Lilla's giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Makenzie's imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Taylor's loving heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. My cousins Robin, Roger, Barbie, Tammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. My Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. My country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. God's answered prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. My down comforter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Rich, who is always willing to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. My niece's Sydney and Emme for melting my heart when they call me "Auntie Shelley"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Todd, for just being Todd! You keep everything interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Playdates in the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 Storytime at the library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. The zoo and the Children's Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. Vacation at the Dunes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. My father and mother in law, Thom and Nancy, for letting us use their camper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Family game nights and Movie nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Listening to Gracie sing and dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. My Aunt Diane for always helping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. My camera! (My girls think I am Paparazzi!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Nights out with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Shopping trips with Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Bobbie, for your generous spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Roadtrips with Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Patience and understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Children's Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. Gracie, for asking the Lord Jesus into her heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Mera, for inspiring me to do more for the kingdom of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Carrie for asking me to help baptize her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. McDonald's Coke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5078070937369827665-9123880038998354712?l=shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/feeds/9123880038998354712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default/9123880038998354712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default/9123880038998354712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks_26.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02909375882174031172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/S2TJKu7dkHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JT0xTBwKrKw/S220/january+2010+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw6tLco7WeI/AAAAAAAAACI/kTNXGQZB8tY/s72-c/falls+park+may+3+09+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078070937369827665.post-8295110233452505421</id><published>2009-11-25T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:52:34.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veterans day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Veteran's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw4XFLLFVrI/AAAAAAAAABw/u8VAmss1Vng/s1600/100_1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408285580184606386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw4XFLLFVrI/AAAAAAAAABw/u8VAmss1Vng/s200/100_1059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw4XE1ksQ9I/AAAAAAAAABo/6sOPkBf_EFk/s1600/100_1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408285574386435026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw4XE1ksQ9I/AAAAAAAAABo/6sOPkBf_EFk/s200/100_1062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year on Veteran's Day, we celebrated my fathers service in the United States Army. The girls made him posters and compiled lists of questions to ask him. I made him his favorite meal-pinto beans, meatloaf, sliced tomatos, friend potatoes. and corn bread. Sounds like a heart attack waiting to happen! When he arrived, he proudly layed out the photographs he cherished. The girls started asking him questions. Listening to them talk back and forth, I suddenly got a lump in my throat and stomach. It hit me, I never knew anything about this period of his life. I started thinking to myself, don't feel bad-he never talked about it. I stood there trying to justify my guilty feelings. Here I am 36 years old and I knew nothing about this part of his life. I quickly sat down and just took in what he was saying. The next thing I know, I started asking question after question. The girls could barely get a word in! I so enjoyed getting lost in the moment, just listening to him recall his days in Korea. He talked about how lonely he felt when he showed up for basic training. How he never felt so alone in his life. He talked about how he felt being drafted. He contimued to tell us about being on leave one weekend. Him and his buddies went to a local bar for a drink. The bartender told his friend to get out because he was colored. They all got up and left. They were serving their country but couldn't sit down together for a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pieces of my life started fitting together in ways they never could before. I suddenly understood my Dad a little more than ever before. Freedoms I take for granted were not so long ago against the law. I cannot imagine living in a country where I could not sit with my "colored" friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned a lot about my Dad that day. He truly is a wonderful man. I love him so much. I am so proud to call him my Daddy.&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/5078070937369827665-8295110233452505421?l=shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/feeds/8295110233452505421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default/8295110233452505421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078070937369827665/posts/default/8295110233452505421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shelleysblogblogbloggingsot.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shelley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02909375882174031172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/S2TJKu7dkHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JT0xTBwKrKw/S220/january+2010+037.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BBUHLtfnZz8/Sw4XFLLFVrI/AAAAAAAAABw/u8VAmss1Vng/s72-c/100_1059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
