<?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-8048945932492032174</id><updated>2012-01-11T10:52:36.865-05:00</updated><category term='picture 1'/><title type='text'>A Day Like Any Other</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></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-8048945932492032174.post-5580637280312345673</id><published>2011-08-08T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Sunday, I got a glimpse of how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Hannah had softball yesterday so they went to early church. I took the boys to the 10:45 service.&amp;nbsp; Danielle and Andrew and Dillon and Annie were going to meet me there.&amp;nbsp; I dropped the boys off at class then walked&amp;nbsp; myself to the sanctuary.&amp;nbsp; As I walked I felt alone; Dave wasn't going to be waiting for me to go find seats.&amp;nbsp; I made my way through the sea of people in the foyer to enter the sanctuary; all along having mini anxiety attacks.&amp;nbsp; There were more people!&amp;nbsp; I looked up to see Danielle and Andrew already seated so I made my way up to them and took my seat.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after worship began, Dillon, Annie, Linda and Anthony found us and joined us.&amp;nbsp; At some point during worship, God allowed me to sit back and survey the situation.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, all the people didn't matter!&amp;nbsp; I was nestled in between my two oldest children and their "significant others", Danielle's future husband and Dillon's future wife.&amp;nbsp; Realizing they are godly people; all of us are here together worshiping the same God. God has answered another prayer for me.&amp;nbsp; It's up to God to work out the rest in their lives but they have a good foundation to spring from; thanks to all the hard work from us, the parents by the grace given to us by God.&amp;nbsp; When I realized this I wanted to cry tears of joy, but I didn't. Just smiled a special smile of thanksgiving to God!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5580637280312345673?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5580637280312345673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/08/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5580637280312345673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5580637280312345673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/08/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2869672969860958664</id><published>2011-06-14T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dillon Graduates Home-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ8n98qpxJY/TfX5mMhTUqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R-aCngBjAk8/s1600/diploma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ8n98qpxJY/TfX5mMhTUqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R-aCngBjAk8/s320/diploma.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's hard to believe Dillon has graduated high school. &amp;nbsp;Aside from a few years in various schooling types, he has been home-schooled since 1st grade. &amp;nbsp;There were days and even years I though this boy would NEVER see graduation; either because he wouldn't do the work for various excuses or because I was gonna kill him! :) &amp;nbsp;At any rate, he (we) made it! &amp;nbsp;I am so proud of him! &amp;nbsp; I LOVE YOU DILLON!!!!! &amp;nbsp;It's time you spread your wings and fly, my little boy...I mean...young man. This makes me sad. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2869672969860958664?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2869672969860958664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/06/dillon-graduates-home-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2869672969860958664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2869672969860958664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/06/dillon-graduates-home-school.html' title='Dillon Graduates Home-School'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ8n98qpxJY/TfX5mMhTUqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/R-aCngBjAk8/s72-c/diploma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-910027282658980043</id><published>2011-06-13T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Future Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Dillon has been dating Annie for 2 years now. &amp;nbsp;Benjamin adores Annie. &amp;nbsp;In fact, he playfully claims her as his own. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, when kids were outside playing while Annie was over, someone was talking to Ben about his girl friend. &amp;nbsp;He told them, "Annie's my girlfriend, Dillon and I share her. But when I turn 16, Mom is gonna find me my own girlfriend." He went on to say a whole bunch of other cute stuff...but that's where my ears stopped, because my heart was blessed by my sons innocent convictions. &amp;nbsp;I instantly thought, "WOW!! I must be doing something right." &amp;nbsp;It is so like God to use those little moments in our lives to encourage us to press on toward the goal. &amp;nbsp;I don't know that I will actually pick his girlfriend, who knows what God has for that, he's only 5 years old right now. &amp;nbsp;But he&amp;nbsp;subconsciously knows his Momma gonna have something to say about his future Ms.Right. &amp;nbsp;I have been praying for all of my children's future spouses. &amp;nbsp;That God would be training them up getting them ready for a future with our children when His time is right. &amp;nbsp;And I will continue to pray to the end... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-910027282658980043?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/910027282658980043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/06/ben-future-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/910027282658980043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/910027282658980043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/06/ben-future-girlfriend.html' title='Ben&amp;#39;s Future Girlfriend'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8420322058318363910</id><published>2011-03-22T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Season and a New Schedule</title><content type='html'>Thankfully the weather is changing, in spite of what the ground hog predicted. &amp;nbsp;The days are beginning to get longer and the weather is getting warmer. &amp;nbsp;With that change, come schedules - sports schedules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first year Danielle will not be on the schedule. &amp;nbsp;Her softball season ended last spring, as she was a senior. &amp;nbsp;We're having mixed emotions about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where she drops off, though, Benjamin picks up. &amp;nbsp;He will be playing soccer this spring. &amp;nbsp;This is a first for our family, we never played soccer - none of us! &amp;nbsp;The amusing part is, I am going to be his coach; I have never been a coach of anything! &amp;nbsp;New Season - New Schedule! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8420322058318363910?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8420322058318363910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-season-and-new-schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8420322058318363910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8420322058318363910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-season-and-new-schedule.html' title='A New Season and a New Schedule'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6983631817428310401</id><published>2011-03-19T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forced Vacation</title><content type='html'>Well, after praying and thinking, and praying and thinking, and praying and thinking, I have decided to enjoy my God-forced vacation. &amp;nbsp;I have also decided to stop beating myself up over the past. &amp;nbsp;No amount of thinking and beating can change it; so I'M MOVIN ON!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my vacation off yesterday by spending 2 hours with God at the park. &amp;nbsp;That was nice. &amp;nbsp;Today, I cleaned this morning then I started a quilt. &amp;nbsp;It's a block a month quilt kit, so it should take a year to finish. &amp;nbsp;I did three blocks today. &amp;nbsp;We'll see how many I do next month; or if I can even wait until next month to do more. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6983631817428310401?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6983631817428310401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/03/forced-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6983631817428310401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6983631817428310401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/03/forced-vacation.html' title='Forced Vacation'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-189614732560481466</id><published>2011-03-08T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Free</title><content type='html'>The kids have been in school since November 8. &amp;nbsp;Benjamin started 3 day a week pre-school in January. &amp;nbsp;At first, I was so amazed at how much better I felt health wise. &amp;nbsp;I still feel great! &amp;nbsp;Now I am beginning to pray about next year and school. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if the answer all along was to put Ben in pre-school. I am bored out of my mind! I thought the freedom I would gain by the kids being in school would be good for me... I cant stand just sitting around all day. &amp;nbsp;Checking email every few minutes to see anyone has contacted me is INSANITY!!!!! &amp;nbsp; I was made to care for and teach my children...not this!!!! I HATE THIS! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention the amount of homework they bring home every night after being gone all day is&amp;nbsp;ridiculous!!! &amp;nbsp;Benjamin is so frustrated with not being able to play with Aaron when he gets home, it is so sad. &amp;nbsp;All day Ben asks me, "Mom, when is Aaron going to be home?" &amp;nbsp;No joke! &amp;nbsp;ALL DAY!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty confident Ben will go to kindergarten in the fall. &amp;nbsp;But what to do with Hannah and Aaron? &amp;nbsp;I really don't feel called to do anything other than care for and teach them and clean the house. &amp;nbsp;That's my calling. &amp;nbsp;I would like to earn money, but that would require me to work outside the home. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to do that. &amp;nbsp;I should say, I don't feel called to that. &amp;nbsp;Some days I think it's a good idea, but mostly, NOT! &amp;nbsp;Mainly, because I think I might really regret not being here for them, and maybe even at some level resent having them to the point of neglect. &amp;nbsp;Not legal neglect, I mean letting them fin for&amp;nbsp;themselves&amp;nbsp;more than they should have to at their age. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dave really couldn't care less about what I do, if I work or not. He just wants me to be happy. &amp;nbsp;I think I needed to put the kids in school this year because I needed a break, plus I was so sick for so long, I just couldn't keep up with everything. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, then, What's to say I won't end up like this again, if we bring them home for next year? &amp;nbsp;Well, nothing really! &amp;nbsp;Then how can I do things differently to prevent this from happening again? &amp;nbsp;AAHHH now thats the 64 million dollar question!!! &amp;nbsp; Support system! &amp;nbsp;I need a good support system in place. &amp;nbsp;If this were a perfect world what would that look like? &amp;nbsp;Well, maybe some friends! &amp;nbsp;I am pretty much a loner. &amp;nbsp;I mean I have Sue, G, and Diane S, some days. &amp;nbsp;FISH is down the drain I cant stand the ladies that run it; and I feel like they cant stand me, whether or not there's any truth to that is a different story. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I need to find a new group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, God has been changing the way I think about a lot of different things lately. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if I have been too recluse in my thinking and picking of friends? &amp;nbsp;Too guarded. &amp;nbsp;How can I change that? &amp;nbsp;What can I do to make friends. &amp;nbsp;What kind of friends do I want to have? &amp;nbsp;Like minded ones, ones that are Christians, it would be nice if they had kinds our kids ages and liked sports. &amp;nbsp;I am signed up to be a coach for Ben's grasshopper soccer team. (that's a whole other blog!) &amp;nbsp;Maybe that will help. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I should contact Terry Picnic. &amp;nbsp;I think her daughter is Hannah's age. &amp;nbsp;They played basketball together last year and they cyber school, plus they go to the Chapel too. &amp;nbsp;What about Aaron? &amp;nbsp;He has Ronnie and Jared. &amp;nbsp;I like Caleb and Isaac, they are nice boys...as far as boys go. :) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I could check out the Washington Co-op for fall classes. &amp;nbsp;That would be helpful, maybe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I learned from this little escapade? &amp;nbsp;Well, I need a support group. &amp;nbsp;I need to be in God's word everyday, and taking my kids with me through it. &amp;nbsp;I have learned that I can not care about what others think of me or my kids. &amp;nbsp;I can not compare my children to other kids. &amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;home school&amp;nbsp;will look like what GOD wants it too look like. &amp;nbsp;AND Not to care about high school or college before its time to care about those things! &amp;nbsp;That has to be the biggest mistake I made with&amp;nbsp;Danielle&amp;nbsp;and Dillon. &amp;nbsp;Freaking out about what college they might or might not get into based on their&amp;nbsp;home school&amp;nbsp;achievements. &amp;nbsp;I said God was leading us...but he wasn't I WAS! &amp;nbsp;I cared too much about the major things and not enough attention to the minor things...that as it turns out were really the major things after all. &amp;nbsp;Like reading and basic math concepts, not making them write when they didn't want to. &amp;nbsp;Not planning out ahead of time. &amp;nbsp;Basically, not making "real" school a priority in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the main reason, the NUMBER 1 reason I quit on Hannah and Aaron this year, was because I felt like such a failure with the older two. &amp;nbsp;I really took it hard that neither one of them were going to college on scholarships, like my friends kids were (see the comparing). &amp;nbsp;That's the truth! Oh my gosh! &amp;nbsp;Thats the truth, I felt like a failure and didnt see the point in fighting anymore. &amp;nbsp;I quit on them. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/8048945932492032174-189614732560481466?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/189614732560481466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-so-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/189614732560481466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/189614732560481466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-so-free.html' title='Not So Free'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-399965529572101171</id><published>2011-01-14T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TTD-RNjcEpI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qx5oxRZzunQ/s1600/Boots2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TTD-RNjcEpI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qx5oxRZzunQ/s320/Boots2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For Christmas Dave wanted to buy me boots from a western store here in Pittsburgh. &amp;nbsp;I had looked a little online but wasnt sure what I wanted. &amp;nbsp;So the night we went Christmas shopping for the kids Dave and BJ thought it would be a good idea to shoot by the western store and buy me some boots. &amp;nbsp;Since you cant just buy someone boots, they have to be there to try them on. &amp;nbsp;Well, I was shocked to find out Ropers arent the "in" boot anymore. In fact, the pointiest toed boots are what's in style, "roach killers" is what we used to call them. It has been 20 something years since I've had a pair of boots on, AND I live in Pittsburgh now, so how would I know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a pair that was the softest leather, but the pointiest toed boots I had ever seen and I hoped they would grow on me so we bought them. I sent a picture of them to Heather, trying to get her opinion of them. &amp;nbsp;She was kind and said they were "nice". &amp;nbsp;Of course, we all know thats code for OMGosh how could she? &amp;nbsp;I slept on it and decided &amp;nbsp;in the morning they MUST go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got store credit and after Christmas was over and Ben was in school I would take some time and look over the boots and find a pair I liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was that day! &amp;nbsp;After looking over all the boots AGAIN, the lady was so nice and patient with me, she finally said here try these on for the fit. When I looked at them I instantly thought Hannah would LOVE these. &amp;nbsp;Of course, Hannah is 10! &amp;nbsp;SO slipped the boot on, and stood there for a second or two, then the lady said here try this one, handing me the other boot. &amp;nbsp;So I slipped it on and walked around for a minute. &amp;nbsp;I LOVED THEM! &amp;nbsp;I loved the look and the feel. &amp;nbsp;Instant LOVE! &amp;nbsp;I walked out of the store IN THEM. &amp;nbsp;Just like a little kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Honey! I LOVE 'EM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-399965529572101171?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/399965529572101171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/399965529572101171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/399965529572101171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-boots.html' title='My Boots'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TTD-RNjcEpI/AAAAAAAAASE/Qx5oxRZzunQ/s72-c/Boots2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6061160763302101678</id><published>2011-01-07T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-School</title><content type='html'>WOW what a difference it is. &amp;nbsp;Ben has only been in school an hour and a half, and I am starting to doubt my&amp;nbsp;decision&amp;nbsp;to put him in pre-school. &amp;nbsp;I know its whats best for him and he's ready for it, but, I miss having everyone home. &amp;nbsp;After homeschooling for 12 years then in a few months NOTHING, it's quite a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started organizing the boys drawers in their room, I almost started to cry when I came across Ben's coat and clothes he's out grown. &amp;nbsp;My last little guy is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is whats best for everyone, and I know this is God's leading, which is why I am not seriously doubting myself. &amp;nbsp;I know God wants them to be in school. &amp;nbsp;Hannah and Aaron are doing so well, and I know Ben will be fine too. &amp;nbsp;I believe God wanted me to put them in school so I could be the mom he wants me to be to them, loving, supportive, caring, and most important a godly influence. I was overwhelmed with life before we put them in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed! &amp;nbsp;We no longer go to the same church as we did for 12 years, we no longer homeschool, Danielle is in college, Dillon is working and taking college classes at the community college, Hannah and Aaron are in school and now Ben is in pre-school. &amp;nbsp;We have homework in the evenings, and no piano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, when God turns the apple cart upside down he really does quite a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it time to start to make new friends. &amp;nbsp;Thats scary to me. &amp;nbsp;It's not hard for Dave to make new friends, it's not hard for Hannah or Aaron to make new friends. &amp;nbsp;But I get gripped with fear at the thought of it. &amp;nbsp;Just after we were saved, we lost all of what we thought were our friends, and found ourselves friendless. &amp;nbsp;So in faith I began to pray and cry out to God for new friends. &amp;nbsp;He brought the Pierson's into our lives. &amp;nbsp;OH WHAT A MISTAKE THAT WAS! &amp;nbsp;Maybe I heard wrong from God on that one, I don't know. &amp;nbsp;I just know the scars are lifetime long and deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a new life group meeting last night. &amp;nbsp;Dave liked it. &amp;nbsp;I am not sure about it, I just kept thinking how much like PCOP it was and the people were like people we knew there too. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if this is going to be like trying to name a baby...husband "how about Natalie?" &amp;nbsp;Wife... "No not Natalie, I once knew a girl named that!" &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to adjust to this new lifestyle and trust God in it and praise God for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, I do feel like I'm at a loss right now, all things I have known for so many years are different now. &amp;nbsp;What is your plan for me? &amp;nbsp;What is your plan for us as a family? &amp;nbsp;I know I can trust you, because your are trustworthy! &amp;nbsp;Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6061160763302101678?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6061160763302101678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6061160763302101678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6061160763302101678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-school.html' title='Pre-School'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8132699204295619689</id><published>2011-01-06T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>This morning I decided I would start praying for my kids one at a time for a word that would best fit them. &amp;nbsp;So I started with Benjamin. &amp;nbsp;His word seemed too easy and confusing, "determination". &amp;nbsp;Yes, I though he is determined, but is that what God wants me to pray about? &amp;nbsp;Then his birth experience came to my mind; YES, determination is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;fitting for him. &amp;nbsp;He was determined to get out, in spite of the circumstances and determined to live! I began to pray for him in all areas of his life. Next, Aaron came to mind. &amp;nbsp;"Courage", was the word for him. &amp;nbsp;Again a bit confused, but knowing this is an area Aaron needs strength in, I committed to pray for courage for him, in all areas of his life. &amp;nbsp;Then I thought about Hannah, I sat for a few minutes waiting on God, then the word "faithful" came to mind. &amp;nbsp;"Oh how perfect!" I thought. &amp;nbsp;She brightens up a room when she enter, and people are drawn to her because she's so bubbly and friendly. &amp;nbsp;Faithful it is! &amp;nbsp;Waiting upon God for Dillon, took a little longer; but finally, "lead" came to mind. &amp;nbsp;I thought about it for a minute, then prayed for him to lead well, and be lead well. &amp;nbsp;I'm still praying about Danielle and Dave's word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At breakfast, I shared with the 3 kids (littles) about the one word plan. &amp;nbsp;They each said what they thought their words were. &amp;nbsp;Hannah said, "Responsible", Aaron said, "Patience", and Benjamin said, "Nice". &amp;nbsp;I translated Ben's word to a Biblical term "Kind" or "Kindhearted". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, I shared with Dillon my thoughts about the one word plan, but not the word I felt God wanted me to pray for him. &amp;nbsp;He said he had already been thinking about character traits he would be praying for himself this year, and his words were "Lead and Diligence". &amp;nbsp;My eyes filled with tears because it could have only been God! &amp;nbsp;I just love it when He does that. I then shared with Dillon the one word God put on my heart for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my word is "gentle". &amp;nbsp;I keep trying to get out of it and come up with another one, but that seems to be what God wants me to work on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed be your name when the world's all as it should be, blessed be your name. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8132699204295619689?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8132699204295619689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8132699204295619689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8132699204295619689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8708380632774786827</id><published>2011-01-05T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - Old Baggage</title><content type='html'>As this new year began, I started reading through my journal from last year. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit, I was quite the whiner! The&amp;nbsp;ramblings that I wrote must have been hard for God to listen to. &amp;nbsp;On the up side though, I do see how God met me and answered many&amp;nbsp;prayers&amp;nbsp;in spite&amp;nbsp;of my&amp;nbsp;pathetic&amp;nbsp;groaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with every new year we always attempt to start over, get a new beginning...well this year is no different; I am going to attempt to really dive into God's Word, dig deeper, and mature in my relationship with Christ. The difference will be how I approach this overwhelming task. &amp;nbsp;With one word! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while I was taking the kids to school, I heard a radio host plug this website on how to make New Year's resolutions different this year. &amp;nbsp;My One Word of change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO lets start by asking some questions taken from MYONEWORD.ORG blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Question: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Do you feel that in the past year you have progressed or regressed in your relationship with Christ? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Answer: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Well, I feel like I have been doing the "Two Step" with God this year. &amp;nbsp;Meaning, I think I have progressed, but regressed too. &amp;nbsp;I wish I would have been better at journaling my life so I could track approximately when I went off balance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Question: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What shortcomings have you observed in your character over the past year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Answer: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I think harshness, judging, and fear would be areas my character has been under attack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Question: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;What emotions and baggage are you bringing into the New Year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Answer: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lack of self confidence,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un-forgiveness, unwillingness or reluctant to serve family, church body, self pitty, self- righteousness, unrepentant heart, judging others based on my view of life though my own heart/experiences.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Question: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;If someone were to ask what God had taught you this past year, how would you answer them? If you were honest, would your response be just lip service?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Answer: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I do feel like I have been wounded in the battle this year, but over all I can confidently say God began last year teaching me how precious I am to him. &amp;nbsp;That has always been a concept&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;eluded&amp;nbsp;me until this year. I believe over the year's day to day struggle I lost sight of that, and began to doubt my worth in his eyes much less his hear toward me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The site just stops here, but I want to take this a little further, these are issues that need to be dealt with at the heart level, but then they need to be forgotten! &amp;nbsp;Don't keep bringing them back into the picture when the going gets rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here are some ideas on picking your one word (taken from the blog myoneword.org)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1). &amp;nbsp;Determine what kind of person you want to become: Ask yourself what kind of person did God create me to be? &amp;nbsp;What is the very character of God that should be displayed in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2). &amp;nbsp;Identify the&amp;nbsp;characteristics&amp;nbsp;of that person. Get a picture of that person in you mind. &amp;nbsp;What are the qualities of that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;3). &amp;nbsp;Simply pick one word. &amp;nbsp;Even though you may think of several qualities, resist the temptation to choose more than one word. &amp;nbsp;Just pick one! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The process will be hard at times, even uncomfortable at first, but remember this trait is not part of your current day to day life, hence the need for change...change can be hard!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father, please help me to first see the need for change in my life, then give me the courage to step out in faith and make those changes. My desire is to be a pleasing fragrance to you! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8708380632774786827?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8708380632774786827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-old-baggage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8708380632774786827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8708380632774786827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-old-baggage.html' title='New Year - Old Baggage'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6989759935039868720</id><published>2010-10-16T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Kissed Her</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm sad. I just found out Dillon kissed Annie. &amp;nbsp;But why would I be sad about that? &amp;nbsp;Probably because I took him at his word when he said he would wait until he got married to kiss her. &amp;nbsp;I really believed him. &amp;nbsp;I was hopeful that he would wait. &amp;nbsp;But he didn't. &amp;nbsp;I suppose I knew he would eventually. &amp;nbsp;Alright, I guess mothers intuition knew he did already, I was just hoping I was wrong. &amp;nbsp;I hate it when I'm right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well default response is "well I guess it could be worse." &amp;nbsp;Or "well, I had already done worse by his age." &amp;nbsp;These stupid responses are just that... STUPID! &amp;nbsp;I need to figure out what my true feelings are about this and deal with it. I acted like I wasn't shocked by it, very even keeled actually. &amp;nbsp;Cool as a cucumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HOW NAIVE COULD I BE!!!!! REALLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;GRRR I have a headache. &amp;nbsp;Im going to bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6989759935039868720?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6989759935039868720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-kissed-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6989759935039868720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6989759935039868720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/10/he-kissed-her.html' title='He Kissed Her'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-1817199654202244019</id><published>2010-10-12T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently I signed Aaron up for Cub Scouts. &amp;nbsp;He is so excited about this. &amp;nbsp;We went to a meeting last Thursday, and officially signed him up last night. &amp;nbsp;He went out tonight to sell popcorn to earn money for his account so he can do things with his den. &amp;nbsp;As my little bear cub is trying to fall asleep tonight, he's practicing tying the bowline knot on a rope his den leader showed him how to tie last Thursday, at the den meeting. &amp;nbsp;The event he's most excited about right now is Cub Fun Day, this Sunday. &amp;nbsp;After we got home from the den meeting last week, Aaron was excitedly telling Ben how much fun he had and that he learned how to tie a bowline knot. &amp;nbsp;Ben looked at me and said, "Mom, will I get to be a Boy Scout too someday and learn how to tie knots like Aaron?" &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I signed Hannah up for American Heritage Girls last Sunday, it's going to be a lot of fun also! &amp;nbsp;AHG is like Girl Scouts, but better! &amp;nbsp;She and I are going to a fund raiser / informational meeting / movie night on November the 5th. &amp;nbsp;The groups will officially begin meeting in January. We are very much looking forward to making new friends and learning all kinds of wonderful scouting things with AHG. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-1817199654202244019?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/1817199654202244019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/10/scouts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1817199654202244019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1817199654202244019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/10/scouts.html' title='Scouts'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6100603988792039197</id><published>2010-10-07T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 7</title><content type='html'>We're on week 7 of school and things seem to be moving right along. &amp;nbsp;Hannah and Aaron are finally in a groove. &amp;nbsp;At last, I feel like I can breathe and get things done around the house besides just school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon is complying so far, but I do worry about him and college. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if he's even college material, is that where God wants him? What is Dillon's plan? &amp;nbsp;It seems like all he is concerned with is Annie. &amp;nbsp;I hope thats not the case, I hope he's not waisting away his senior year. &amp;nbsp;He wants to apply to Robert Morris University, I just don't see him being successful at school at all. &amp;nbsp;But what do I know, God knows better than I do, maybe Dillon will mature enough by then to make it work...who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6100603988792039197?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6100603988792039197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6100603988792039197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6100603988792039197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/10/week-7.html' title='Week 7'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-888588874477687278</id><published>2010-08-27T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days Down</title><content type='html'>175 more to go!  We started school this week.  For the past 12 years every "first day" has involved tears, this year was no different.  Hannah broke down in a pool of tears over math; thankfully Dave was here to "save the day" and talk her down off the ceiling.  It's usually math that does it too...sends them right over the edge.  I wonder how I would react to a "tear-less first day"?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week went pretty well.  We are off to a great start in all subjects.  We generally start off with a few subjects and ease our way into full blown school. Since Hannah and Aaron have pretty much retained most of the information from a few moths ago (beginning summer break), it has been easier to review and move forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin is in Preschool/Kindergarten this year; he's so cute! He has a school box just like the big kids do and a few workbooks too.  He will get his box and books and climb up to the table just like Hannah and Aaron.  He participates in Bible, and reading too.  The other day after we were all finished with school for the day, Ben asks me "Mom, will you teach me to read too?" I was so tired and mentally exhausted, but in an effort to seize the learning moment...I said, "sure sweetie, let's watch the Letter Factory and practice sounding out letters."  That was good enough for him. So we sat down in front of the TV and watched the Letter Factory.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love teaching them!  I really love watching their faces light up when they finally get a new concept or when they understand something I think is over their heads.  How about all those extra hugs I get when they are just as excited about learning a new concept as I am to teach it to them...or the tender moments of watching my daughter teach her younger brother how to play piano, when she is just understanding it herself.  The best part of that is, watching how kind she is when she is teaching him and even more how humble he is to learn from her.  I do live a blessed life!  All of this is made possible by my Savior!  Thank you God!         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-888588874477687278?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/888588874477687278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-days-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/888588874477687278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/888588874477687278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-days-down.html' title='5 Days Down'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-7137661569504423058</id><published>2010-08-13T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Ski</title><content type='html'>Every year we have come here, Dave and the bigs have wanted to rent jet ski's, but either they were too small to ride or we didn't have the money. so this year they finally got to jet ski! 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Today is Friday the 13th what a great day to be at the beach with my family.  I just love this time of year, its our fouth annual trip to Presque Isle, Erie, Pa.  The weather is perfect and the water is so warm and clear.  The kids like to dig a hole in the sand deep enough to stand in. they've started digging again hopefully they'll get it done before we have to leave; which will be sunset. Dave and I came up yesterday for some work related business then we went to the beach to watch the sunset.  Dave says we've done that before, but I dont think so...or at l?east I dont remember doing that! :) Anyway, WHAT A GREAT MEMORY! It was beautiful. 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At first, I was not really in favor of going to Harrisburg for her graduation ceremony, but I'm glad we did.  She graduated with "honors" and it was nice to see how many other families were dedicated to traveling for their children too.  Congratulations Danielle I am so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to Gettysburg, PA.  We have been homeschooling for 11 years now, and of those 11 years we must have studied the Civil War 7 or 8 of those years.  You would think that since we live in Pennsylvania we would have taken advantage of the rich history here.  Gettysburg always seemed so far away!  It's not really that far and it was SO worth it!  The trip was made even better by the fact that Dave, Bev and Clay were able to see it with us.  We spent all day Friday touring around from one historical site to the next...and still didn't see everything there was to see.  I think my favorite part was the Cyclorama/ Museum at the Visitors Center.  That was truly awe inspiring!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was great too!  Instead of taking to turnpike, we took the scenic route... on purpose!  The mountains were beautiful!!!  The sun setting behind the mountains was even more beautiful!  I noticed at 9:45 p.m. (no that's not a typo it was 9:45 p.m.) there was still a trace of sun off to the west lighting the sky with hues of pink, purple and blue still hanging on to the tops of the mountains.  I took it all in and thanked the Lord for the opportunity to witness such an amazing view!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as we step back into our daily routine I am so am thankful for what God has allowed us to have and see.  I am grateful for the perspective "salvation" brings to my life.  I am not sure I would have enjoyed these last few days the same without Him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Jesus for all you have done and continue to do in our lives!"      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5815229151672200564?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5815229151672200564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-17-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5815229151672200564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5815229151672200564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-17-18.html' title='June 17 &amp;amp; 18'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8871928289227839332</id><published>2010-06-09T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IU09HFtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jDDwwgQebnI/s1600/DSCF6412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IU09HFtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jDDwwgQebnI/s320/DSCF6412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480749162926905042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IUDD073I/AAAAAAAAAMA/oMtyBAlqp6k/s1600/DSCF6442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IUDD073I/AAAAAAAAAMA/oMtyBAlqp6k/s320/DSCF6442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480749149533302642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IT6NyvXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qeC0IQa-1YI/s1600/DSCF6431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IT6NyvXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/qeC0IQa-1YI/s320/DSCF6431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480749147159182706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-ITVROKPI/AAAAAAAAALw/IkYD1antFtI/s1600/DSCF6439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-ITVROKPI/AAAAAAAAALw/IkYD1antFtI/s320/DSCF6439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480749137241450738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our road trip to Texas went off without a hitch.  Danielle, Hannah, Aaron, Benjamin and I packed up last week headed south for Memorial Day weekend.   We had a great time!  Being a veteran home-schooler, I planned for this trip to be educational; I didn't let a moment go to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Texas Ranger Hall of Fame, the Dr. Pepper Museum (in Waco), and Texas State Capital (in Austin).  We went to the dairy where I had my first job, saw the town and house where I grew up (in Midlothian).  We went to my Mom's farm in Abbott and and toured a sale barn in West, Tx.  On Monday, we went to Austin to watch and cheer my brother on in a triathlon event he was in.  It was crazy hot that day!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the things we did on our 7 day road trip, I have to say my favorite part was the cookout at Mom's.  Heather's family, Mom and the 5 of us enjoyed smoked hamburgers with corn on the cob, and potato salad.  It was really nice and relaxed, the kids played and rode the quad, went fishing and played with the cats under Nana's porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I would have blogged everyday that way I wouldn't forget anything fun that happened.  Ideally, I would have blogged from my phone, that was one of the reasons I bought the Android.  I tried to blog but couldn't figure it out.  NOW, if Dillon would have gone with us, then he could have figured it our for me.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate, a great time was had by all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8871928289227839332?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8871928289227839332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/06/texas-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8871928289227839332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8871928289227839332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/06/texas-road-trip.html' title='Texas Road Trip'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/TA-IU09HFtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jDDwwgQebnI/s72-c/DSCF6412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-3483972287537836052</id><published>2010-05-21T07:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>I have been told, here in Pennsylvania, you should always plant on or about May 20th; well, that's what the "old timers" say anyway.   While Hannah was at piano, I went to the nursery (Liniks in Finleyville) and bought my garden plants.  I had to buy them this year because got a late start on planting.  I did buy seeds this year from a heirloom seed company, but I didn't realize I should have bought them in early March to start them inside...so I had to buy starter plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I had a great time planting, yesterday.  The boys helped too.  We planted 3 different tomatoes, zucchini, 3 different kind of cucumbers, 2 slicing kind and 1 pickling kind, 3 different kind of lettuce,  strawberries, green beans, peas, sugar snap peas and beets.  The kids planted pumpkin seeds on a mound at the other end of the yard.  Today Ben and I will be planting parsley, basil, dill, thyme, rosemary, chamomile, lavender, and a black raspberry plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gardening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-3483972287537836052?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/3483972287537836052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/garden_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3483972287537836052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3483972287537836052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/garden_21.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6396995954498040427</id><published>2010-05-21T07:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T08:37:56.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>I have been told, here in Pennsylvania, you should always plant on or about May 20th; well, that's what the "old timers" say anyway.   While Hannah was at piano, I went to the nursery (Liniks in Finleyville) and bought my garden plants.  I had to buy them this year because got a late start on planting.  I did buy seeds this year from a heirloom seed company, but I didn't realize I should have bought them in early March to start them inside...so I had to buy starter plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I had a great time planting, yesterday.  The boys helped too.  We planted 3 different tomatoes, zucchini, 3 different kind of cucumbers, 2 slicing kind and 1 pickling kind, 3 different kind of lettuce,  strawberries, green beans, peas, sugar snap peas and beets.  The kids planted pumpkin seeds on a mound at the other end of the yard.  Today Ben and I will be planting parsley, basil, dill, thyme, rosemary, chamomile, lavender, and a black raspberry plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gardening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6396995954498040427?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6396995954498040427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6396995954498040427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6396995954498040427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/garden.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2537988969268572517</id><published>2010-05-10T09:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S-gURS8KK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/gs5a6NeF2Ok/s1600/DSCF6400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S-gURS8KK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/gs5a6NeF2Ok/s320/DSCF6400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469644034815962066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not be a fan of "Hallmark" holidays like Mother's Day.  Probably because it usually meant more work for me!  However, yesterday was different, a lot different.  Late Saturday night I mentioned to the kids and Dave I would like to not have flowers or yard work on Mother's day this year, just Lindt Dark Chili Chocolate. (I should mention here that the flowers and yard work was always my idea, not theirs!) Then after everyone woke up on Sunday morning I decided I wanted Beverly and Clay to join us for dinner; dinner that Dave and the kids were going to make.  But in order for that to happen the house needed to be cleaned too, and I wasn't going to do that either!  They all joyfully agreed to serve me this way.  and I LET THEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of things that Dave needed to get from the store for dinner and off he went.  While he was gone the kids cleaned the house.  All I had to do was clean my room, which by the way not only needed it but I was glad to do it!  Then I laid on my bed and listened to my iPod for a really long time...DOING NOTHING!!!!! It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Dave returned and the dinner preparations were underway.  We had stuffed pork roast with baked potatoes and green beans. Danielle made Buckeye's for dessert.  Clay brought 3 pounds of huge, cored, perfectly ripe, strawberries with dipping sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate!  What a meal!!!!  Oh my goodness, it was fantastic; I stuffed myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very best part about the meal was, I didn't have to clean up ANYTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we retired to the living-room for an amusing game of toss the whiffle  ball, a game that Benjamin invented. Mr. Bossy  Pants, Ben, was bossing everyone around, no one was safe...it didn't matter he was the youngest(4) one in the room while everyone else is 8 to 82, he thought he was the oldest and in charge! He was telling everyone exactly where to toss the ball.  It was great fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a few gifts for Mother's Day, I just love them too.  Dave picked up on the blatant hint of chocolate and bought 5 boxes of Lindt's  Chili flavored Dark Chocolate (one from each one of the kids), and 2 huge baskets of outdoor flowers.  Danielle made a card from all the kids that made me cry.  It had pictures of each one of the kids on it with a space for everyone to write a little note for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for such a wonderful Mother's Day!  I really enjoyed it and I love you all so much!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2537988969268572517?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2537988969268572517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2537988969268572517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2537988969268572517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day_10.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S-gURS8KK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/gs5a6NeF2Ok/s72-c/DSCF6400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-3980217722831874596</id><published>2010-05-10T09:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:17:18.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S-gURS8KK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/gs5a6NeF2Ok/s1600/DSCF6400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S-gURS8KK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/gs5a6NeF2Ok/s320/DSCF6400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469644034815962066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not be a fan of "Hallmark" holidays like Mother's Day.  Probably because it usually meant more work for me!  However, yesterday was different, a lot different.  Late Saturday night I mentioned to the kids and Dave I would like to not have flowers or yard work on Mother's day this year, just Lindt Dark Chili Chocolate. (I should mention here that the flowers and yard work was always my idea, not theirs!) Then after everyone woke up on Sunday morning I decided I wanted Beverly and Clay to join us for dinner; dinner that Dave and the kids were going to make.  But in order for that to happen the house needed to be cleaned too, and I wasn't going to do that either!  They all joyfully agreed to serve me this way.  and I LET THEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a list of things that Dave needed to get from the store for dinner and off he went.  While he was gone the kids cleaned the house.  All I had to do was clean my room, which by the way not only needed it but I was glad to do it!  Then I laid on my bed and listened to my iPod for a really long time...DOING NOTHING!!!!! It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while Dave returned and the dinner preparations were underway.  We had stuffed pork roast with baked potatoes and green beans. Danielle made Buckeye's for dessert.  Clay brought 3 pounds of huge, cored, perfectly ripe, strawberries with dipping sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate!  What a meal!!!!  Oh my goodness, it was fantastic; I stuffed myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very best part about the meal was, I didn't have to clean up ANYTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we retired to the living-room for an amusing game of toss the whiffle  ball, a game that Benjamin invented. Mr. Bossy  Pants, Ben, was bossing everyone around, no one was safe...it didn't matter he was the youngest(4) one in the room while everyone else is 8 to 82, he thought he was the oldest and in charge! He was telling everyone exactly where to toss the ball.  It was great fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a few gifts for Mother's Day, I just love them too.  Dave picked up on the blatant hint of chocolate and bought 5 boxes of Lindt's  Chili flavored Dark Chocolate (one from each one of the kids), and 2 huge baskets of outdoor flowers.  Danielle made a card from all the kids that made me cry.  It had pictures of each one of the kids on it with a space for everyone to write a little note for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for such a wonderful Mother's Day!  I really enjoyed it and I love you all so much!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-3980217722831874596?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/3980217722831874596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3980217722831874596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3980217722831874596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S-gURS8KK9I/AAAAAAAAALg/gs5a6NeF2Ok/s72-c/DSCF6400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2725349747694554085</id><published>2010-04-27T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dMLfjpKJI/AAAAAAAAALI/OQZSYueIpwk/s1600/DSCF6385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dMLfjpKJI/AAAAAAAAALI/OQZSYueIpwk/s320/DSCF6385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464920433170655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  of the reasons I love Pennsylvania, is the beautiful landscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my view, just about every morning,  from my kitchen table, as I am sipping my morning coffee.  WHAT'S NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dRVVciMCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XRPwwvWYB_s/s1600/DSCF6384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dRVVciMCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XRPwwvWYB_s/s320/DSCF6384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464926099813314594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T TO LOVE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It would be perfect if there were a family  of bunnies nibbling on the dewy morning grass; but Jazz and Kiki have  ran them all off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dLoRSMypI/AAAAAAAAALA/jlZ6RJ3w3Ao/s1600/DSCF6391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dLoRSMypI/AAAAAAAAALA/jlZ6RJ3w3Ao/s320/DSCF6391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464919828043975314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon, that bare garden will be full  of yummy veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had   Dillon make a few more rows this year.  It was in the shape of an "L".    And I couldn't stand it any more.  So to make it more symmetrical we   added a few more rows =  more veggies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We are expecting to have one or two  more  frosts, but after that we're clear to plant.  I am hoping to begin   buying my starter plants this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2725349747694554085?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2725349747694554085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-moments_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2725349747694554085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2725349747694554085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-moments_27.html' title='Peaceful Moments'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dMLfjpKJI/AAAAAAAAALI/OQZSYueIpwk/s72-c/DSCF6385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6544247746587903296</id><published>2010-04-27T16:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:14:16.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dMLfjpKJI/AAAAAAAAALI/OQZSYueIpwk/s1600/DSCF6385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dMLfjpKJI/AAAAAAAAALI/OQZSYueIpwk/s320/DSCF6385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464920433170655378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I love Pennsylvania, is the beautiful landscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my view, just about every morning, from my kitchen table, as I am sipping my morning coffee.  WHAT'S NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dRVVciMCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XRPwwvWYB_s/s1600/DSCF6384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dRVVciMCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XRPwwvWYB_s/s320/DSCF6384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464926099813314594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T TO LOVE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It would be perfect if there were a family of bunnies nibbling on the dewy morning grass; but Jazz and Kiki have ran them all off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dLoRSMypI/AAAAAAAAALA/jlZ6RJ3w3Ao/s1600/DSCF6391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dLoRSMypI/AAAAAAAAALA/jlZ6RJ3w3Ao/s320/DSCF6391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464919828043975314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon, that bare garden will be full  of yummy veggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had  Dillon make a few more rows this year.  It was in the shape of an "L".   And I couldn't stand it any more.  So to make it more symmetrical we  added a few more rows =  more veggies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We are expecting to have one or two  more frosts, but after that we're clear to plant.  I am hoping to begin  buying my starter plants this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6544247746587903296?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6544247746587903296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6544247746587903296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6544247746587903296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/04/peaceful-moments.html' title='Peaceful Moments'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/S9dMLfjpKJI/AAAAAAAAALI/OQZSYueIpwk/s72-c/DSCF6385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-1291630622863129215</id><published>2010-03-05T19:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:19:36.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Kool-Aid</title><content type='html'>What a difficult time we live in now.  You can't trust the school to give your child a proper education.  To come along side you and your endeavor to raise up a child in the way he should go so when he is old he wont depart from it.  What happen to that cultural thought process?  There's even more distrust with the colleges now days to entrust your precious child to higher educated people to help them to become even more useful and productive people of the Lord and the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to our country?  We used to be a solid Christian nation standing for solid Christian values; where the people answered to one God, the Creator of the Universe.  The schools are teaching our very innocent, trusting children, through very nice teachers...trusting teachers with sweet faces...that their parents aren't as smart as their teachers are and they themselves are learning things the parents didn't and that they should have the "talk" with them to help them understand the government is for us.  And that the government is there in place to take care of them and they (the government) will see to it they get all the information they need to make good decisions.  The government via the school system is corrupting our society THROUGH OUR CHILDREN!!!!!!  This sickens me and many other parents who are finally waking up to the barrage of evil being cast upon our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Glen Beck's show on "Indoctrination of Our Children", where actual video footage was shown in real school rooms of teachers telling the children about how the government is set up to "take good care of us" and actual footage of Vice President Al Gore talking to the children in a class room about how "stupid" these childrens parents are and how much smarter the kids and the teachers are than their parents.  WHAT!  This enrages me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what can I do about this...well, I think I am doing what I can...we home-school our children.  They get the truth of who, what, when, where and why our great country was formed.  We teach them their rights, privileges and duties as a citizen of Gods Kingdom and of this country.  That's not so much the problem at the lower level ages of (home) schooling...what about college?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be a noble thing to go to college, only the smart kids went or the richest ones got to to on to a higher education.  Ok that may seem a bit unfair at first glance, but if you look deeper into the problem "equalization" has caused a nation wide epidemic of "entitlement" among our youth. That "old school" thought process really wasn't that unfair.  You work hard in school and earn your right/way to go to college, if your family couldn't afford the tuition then you either worked your butt off to make it happen for yourself or you didn't go!  But thats when college was a noble place to go for higher learning.  Now its just more indoctrination at the expense of the "stupid" parents pocketbook.  Are we're too stupid to just drop into line and follow everyone else "drinking the Kool-Aid" of our socialistic government? They are taking our childrens' hearts and minds hostage and turning them against the "family" - God's family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Dave and I have become part of the problem not the solution for our children.  Well, for Danielle at this point anyway.  I believe out of fear, we told her we'd find away to pay for her college tuition she just needs to go.  I am not so sure that's the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR? Fear of what? Fear of her becoming like we are struggling to make ends meet? Fear of her hating us and becoming depressed? Fear of her not becoming all she can be?  Fear of what our/her friends will say?  Fear of what the people in the community/family will say knowing we home-schooled her? At what point do we say enough with "fear of man"?  And at what point do we say "Have your way with our lives, God!" and mean it?  At what point do we say enough to government control of our families?  She wants more than anything to be a stay at home mom and raise her children in the comfort and safety of her home with a loving husband that feels the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is God not bigger than all of this?  Can't He find a way when we can not?  Doesn't He already know how this will all play out?  Why am I so wrapped up in fear of the unknown when it's already known, just not revealed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be still and know I am God!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, indeed you are!"  "But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods word in a lamp unto our feet, not a flood light on our future.  This has to be one of the biggest, consistent, struggles I have, with God.  And I have successfully (or unfortunately) passed on this besetting sin (arguing with/doubting/not trusting God) onto my beautiful daughter.  Oh sure, we have flashes of brilliants in this area but for the most part...not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-1291630622863129215?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/1291630622863129215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/03/government-kool-aid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1291630622863129215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1291630622863129215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/03/government-kool-aid.html' title='Government Kool-Aid'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6692334931272525584</id><published>2010-01-23T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>checking to see if this works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6692334931272525584?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6692334931272525584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/01/checking-to-see-if-this-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6692334931272525584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6692334931272525584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2010/01/checking-to-see-if-this-works.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5879716206287315324</id><published>2009-12-13T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:47:15.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel or Refined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This blog has to be the most boring blog on the block!  But I didn't create it to be award winning or eloquently written. I created it to be a venue to record the happenings of my life and those I'm related to.  So really who cares if its boring.  If you don't like it then don't read it! :)  I say that with the kindest, most genteel, southern smile on my face...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In September, I started a book titled "So You Don't Want to Go to Church Anymore".  I finally finished it last week.  It was great!  The title sounds like a rebellious read, I am aware; but it's not like that at all.  This book opened my eyes to see God's people and my privilege as a Christian to His people so much differently.  In fact, it helped me to understand grace so much better than I ever understood it to mean; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; "Be still and know I am God!" and "blind faith" make so much more sense now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honestly, though, I did start reading the book out of rebellion to the church (our church specifically), or so I thought.  I now see God leading me to it to better my walk with Him and open my eyes anew to the glorious wonders He has for me to be an extension of His love to His people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He used this author to help me understand and defeat the anger and frustration with God that was bound up in my heart.  He exposed the prideful heart I held so tightly too; and debunked every excuse I had ever made about why I didn't want to go to church any more and why I didn't want to "serve" His people any more. He has softened my heart toward His people and given me a new outlook on my journey of faith.  He has given me His "eyes to see and His heart to love" the broken and unlovable.  O.k. so I am not perfect at it, but that's the purpose of being on this earth...refinement. It's a journey for all of us!  You don't just get to where you're going in a blink of an eye, you have to travel to get there.  Part of that traveling is what makes us who we are and how we can best serve others, all for the glory of our Father.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This book is a fictional writing, however, the context is far from imaginary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to expound more specifically on "how" this book has refined my walk with "Father" in future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5879716206287315324?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5879716206287315324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebel-or-refined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5879716206287315324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5879716206287315324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebel-or-refined.html' title='Rebel or Refined'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-7241863374237792167</id><published>2009-12-13T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel or Refined</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This blog has to be the most boring blog on the block!  But I didn't create it to be award winning or eloquently written. I created it to be a venue to record the happenings of my life and those I'm related to.  So really who cares if its boring.  If you don't like it then don't read it! :)  I say that with the kindest, most genteel, southern smile on my face...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In September, I started a book titled "So You Don't Want to Go to Church Anymore".  I finally finished it last week.  It was great!  The title sounds like a rebellious read, I am aware; but it's not like that at all.  This book opened my eyes to see God's people and my privilege as a Christian to His people so much differently.  In fact, it helped me to understand grace so much better than I ever understood it to mean; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; "Be still and know I am God!" and "blind faith" make so much more sense now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honestly, though, I did start reading the book out of rebellion to the church (our church specifically), or so I thought.  I now see God leading me to it to better my walk with Him and open my eyes anew to the glorious wonders He has for me to be an extension of His love to His people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He used this author to help me understand and defeat the anger and frustration with God that was bound up in my heart.  He exposed the prideful heart I held so tightly too; and debunked every excuse I had ever made about why I didn't want to go to church any more and why I didn't want to "serve" His people any more. He has softened my heart toward His people and given me a new outlook on my journey of faith.  He has given me His "eyes to see and His heart to love" the broken and unlovable.  O.k. so I am not perfect at it, but that's the purpose of being on this earth...refinement. It's a journey for all of us!  You don't just get to where you're going in a blink of an eye, you have to travel to get there.  Part of that traveling is what makes us who we are and how we can best serve others, all for the glory of our Father.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This book is a fictional writing, however, the context is far from imaginary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to expound more specifically on "how" this book has refined my walk with "Father" in future posts.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-7241863374237792167?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/7241863374237792167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebel-or-refined_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7241863374237792167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7241863374237792167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebel-or-refined_13.html' title='Rebel or Refined'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-241270260090544203</id><published>2009-10-11T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/StHh5-NcAcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qa6UkwH7VMc/s1600-h/tomatoes"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/StHh5-NcAcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qa6UkwH7VMc/s320/tomatoes" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391338615007347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In all my spare time I have found a hobby I really like.  Canning!  My mom used to have a garden and we canned when I was a child.  I pretty much didn't remember anything about canning except the mess it made and the wonderful products that we would eat all winter; but mostly the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I planted a garden, not a very big one, and I started late in the season so I didn't get too much of anything out of it.  In my garden I had tomatoes, lettuce, zucchini, cucumbers, broccoli, sugar snap peas, green peppers, hot banana peppers and cabbage; only a few plants of each.  Not too long after I planted my garden the tomatoes got blight and I had to remove them.  I did get a lot of cucumbers, zucchini and Banana Peppers; it was so sporadic though I couldn't do anything with them except eat them as they came in.  Fall came and the garden was done, so I uprooted all the plants and called it a learning season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to can something, so off to the market I went!  I found a road side stand that had some tomatoes left, I bought a 1/2 bushel of "seconds" Roma Tomatoes and canning jars.  When I got home I Google searched "how to can tomato sauce" on the internet and found a "You Tube" video on the subject.  This guy made it look so easy, and most important to me, NOT MESSY!  So I canned my first 7 quarts of tomato sauce.  When I realized this was successful, my thoughts were "Oh imagine the possibilities!"  And I began to dream about what I could plant in the garden next spring, and what I could make over the winter and can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week we went on a field trip to an orchard north of us.  October is apple month pretty much all over the state.  So I bought some apples, came home and canned applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly ran out of apples so my friend and I took our kids to another apple orchard and "picked our own" apples.  I bought another 1/2 bushel of tomatoes to can.  Yesterday I put up an other 7 quarts of tomato sauce and on Monday I plan to can another 5 quarts of applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't nearly enough to get us through the winter, but I think I have learned a valuable skill for next year and how to plan my garden for the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-241270260090544203?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/241270260090544203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-hobby_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/241270260090544203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/241270260090544203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-hobby_11.html' title='A New Hobby'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/StHh5-NcAcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qa6UkwH7VMc/s72-c/tomatoes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-1886505187147770949</id><published>2009-10-11T08:26:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:46:09.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/StHhYNNAluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WDavhnSrLlM/s1600-h/tomatoes"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/StHhYNNAluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WDavhnSrLlM/s320/tomatoes" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391338034916529890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In all my spare time I have found a hobby I really like.  Canning!  My mom used to have a garden and we canned when I was a child.  I pretty much didn't remember anything about canning except the mess it made and the wonderful products that we would eat all winter; but mostly the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I planted a garden, not a very big one, and I started late in the season so I didn't get too much of anything out of it.  In my garden I had tomatoes, lettuce, zucchini, cucumbers, broccoli, sugar snap peas, green peppers, hot banana peppers and cabbage; only a few plants of each.  Not too long after I planted my garden the tomatoes got blight and I had to remove them.  I did get a lot of cucumbers, zucchini and Banana Peppers; it was so sporadic though I couldn't do anything with them except eat them as they came in.  Fall came and the garden was done, so I uprooted all the plants and called it a learning season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to can something, so off to the market I went!  I found a road side stand that had some tomatoes left, I bought a 1/2 bushel of "seconds" Roma Tomatoes and canning jars.  When I got home I Google searched "how to can tomato sauce" on the internet and found a "You Tube" video on the subject.  This guy made it look so easy, and most important to me, NOT MESSY!  So I canned my first 7 quarts of tomato sauce.  When I realized this was successful, my thoughts were "Oh imagine the possibilities!"  And I began to dream about what I could plant in the garden next spring, and what I could make over the winter and can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week we went on a field trip to an orchard north of us.  October is apple month pretty much all over the state.  So I bought some apples, came home and canned applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly ran out of apples so my friend and I took our kids to another apple orchard and "picked our own" apples.  I bought another 1/2 bushel of tomatoes to can.  Yesterday I put up an other 7 quarts of tomato sauce and on Monday I plan to can another 5 quarts of applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;This isn't nearly enough to get us through the winter, but I think I have learned a valuable skill for next year and how to plan my garden for the spring.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-1886505187147770949?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/1886505187147770949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1886505187147770949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1886505187147770949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-hobby.html' title='A New Hobby'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/StHhYNNAluI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WDavhnSrLlM/s72-c/tomatoes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-635672666027577535</id><published>2009-10-07T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test text to my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-635672666027577535?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/635672666027577535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-text-to-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/635672666027577535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/635672666027577535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/test-text-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6499229240211337854</id><published>2009-10-06T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Support or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have spent the majority of my summer working with a friend resuscitating a homeschooling support group here in Pittsburgh.  We have done so much planning a working on this group.  We've come up with new themes and new agendas for meetings and new place to meet, and even a new website!&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around mid August we started encountering some negativity.  One obstacle after another kept coming up.  We kept going right through them like they were nothing.  After awhile it started to wear on me a bit.  I just got tired of the stupid battles at every turn.  It was crazy!  Didnt these people understand we are only trying to make our group better?  Why are they so bit into the nothingness they have made this group into? I didn't understand it!  We asked questions we sent out surveys to the group, we asked more questions...we tried to listen to the groups voice and make our group into what the majority wanted it to be.  In order to accomplish this task, we had to make some sacrifices.  One being, we had to raise dues to accommodate some of the financial things that we needed to do to make these changes.  My friend and I went on anyway trudging through the muck of grumpiness, trying to keep our eyes on the bigger picture, trusting that we had really heard from God about this, and what was best for everyone not just a few. Trying to keep our main focus on the new home-schoolers not just the "old-heads" and their comfortableness with status quo.         &lt;br /&gt;The September meeting was creeping up on us, my friend and I were beginning to get excited about launching our wonderful ideas to the group Monday night; we could hardly wait!  We just knew our excitement would so infectious the group would be great!!  We thought people were going to jump right on board with our vision and we'd be inspired to "go forth!"&lt;br /&gt;Well as it turns out, a few nay sayers showed up that night asking a lot of "doubting Thomas" questions and not quite as supportive of our "re-newed" group as my friend and I had hoped they would be.  I mean the meeting went ok, I guess, but over all, I am not so sure they saw things the way we'd hoped they would.  In fact, we have a running total of about 50 members in out little group and only 10 or 12 showed up to see what all the hype was about.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I was a little disappointed.  Things have gotten worse sense then.  Membership is my part of the leadership team responsibility.  It opens up in August and closes in October.  It is quickly coming to a close, and I cant wait!  After all the bickering I just want out.  Dave fully supports me to finish out my duties then quietly drop off into the back ground eventually fading out. &lt;br /&gt;My new plan is to pray about what God has for me in the area of home-school support.  Dave and I believe He has something for me to do in this area, but I am not sure what it is right now.  Maybe a blog...maybe a website...maybe nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6499229240211337854?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6499229240211337854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-support-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6499229240211337854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6499229240211337854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-support-or-not.html' title='To Support or Not'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-7476678584393962738</id><published>2009-09-10T07:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:46:57.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are at the end of the second week of school. The first week was a bit rough, but we managed to get through it. There were many tears and bad attitudes, and Benjamin had more free time than ever before. While I worked with the "middles" Ben worked on redesigning the house. I couldn't wait until the last assignment was finished last Friday afternoon. We are trying the cyber school for Hannah and Aaron this year, or I should say this week. It's just not going to work! It's too much like a public school. Last year the set up was a lot different in that I could arrange subjects however I wanted to in order to get things done. Not so this year! I liked it so much that I convinced a friend to do it because I thought it would help her with her load of teaching too. She has boys exactly my kids age. Boy was I wrong for her and me! I ordered Sonlight yesterday it should be here next week sometime. I'll look through it and make sure that's what I want to do before I call the school and withdraw them. I just can't get ANYTHING done with they way they want me to do this schooling. Each subject is supposed to take an hour each with the exception of Language Arts which is two hours, for each child. There are 5 subjects for each child. That's 12 hours a day of school! So I think I might be going back to traditional homeschool. I am going to pray on it and continue to seek God about what to do, but I think my gut is right in bagging the whole thing. It was so nice having the stress of planning off of my plate for the summer; I really enjoyed the summer break this year. I have learned something from this; I don't have to plan the entire summer for school, and that I need to take a break in the summer for the kids sake as well as my own. God is so good to use ALL things for my good and His glory! The best part is He already knows what is going to happen, I just need to listen better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-7476678584393962738?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/7476678584393962738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-at-end-of-second-week-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7476678584393962738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7476678584393962738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-at-end-of-second-week-of-school.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5278005136308368770</id><published>2009-09-10T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are at the end of the second week of school.  The first week was a bit rough, but we managed to get through it.  There were many tears and bad attitudes, and Benjamin had more free time than ever before.  While I worked with the "middles" Ben worked on redesigning the house.  I couldn't wait until the last assignment was finished last Friday afternoon.  We are trying the cyber school for Hannah and Aaron this year, or I should say this week.  It's just not going to work!  It's too much like a public school.  Last year the set up was a lot different in that I could arrange subjects however I wanted to in order to get things done.  Not so this year!  I liked it so much that I convinced a friend to do it because I thought it would help her with her load of teaching too.  She has boys exactly my kids age.  Boy was I wrong for her and me!  I ordered Sonlight yesterday it should be here next week sometime.  I'll look through it and make sure that's what I want to do before I call the school and withdraw them.  I just can't get ANYTHING done with they way they want me to do this schooling.  Each subject is supposed to take an hour each with the exception of Language Arts which is two hours, for each child. There are 5 subjects for each child. That's 12 hours a day of school!  So I think I might be going back to traditional homeschool.  I am going to pray on it and continue to seek God about what to do, but I think my gut is right in bagging the whole thing.  It was so nice having the stress of planning off of my plate for the summer; I really enjoyed the summer break this year.  I have learned something from this; I don't have to plan the entire summer for school, and that I need to take a break in the summer for the kids sake as well as my own. God is so good to use ALL things for my good and His glory!  The best part is He already knows what is going to happen, I just need to listen better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5278005136308368770?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5278005136308368770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5278005136308368770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5278005136308368770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5256845702472207992</id><published>2009-08-28T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summers over</title><content type='html'>ok so school is about to start.  We have had a very busy summer with regular season softball, and extended season of lacrosse&lt;img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;, and softball is starting up again for the fall.  Hannah and Danielle are playing fast pitch. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I accomplished a lot this summer.  Tawney and I got fish up and running, we're just about done with that. Danielle and I painted the living room and touched up the trim in the kitchen. I wanted to paint the kitchen and the bathroom, but I ran out of time.   I started to clean the carpet in the living room only to find out it wasn't worth cleaning so we made an insurance claim and we're getting new carpet.  I planted a garden this summer.  It went in too late for the tomatoes to grow but I have gotten a lot of zucchini and cucumbers so far.  It looks like the peppers will do well also.  The funny thing is I planted broccoli and cabbage too.  LOL they are doing great!  I actually harvested two broccoli. &lt;br /&gt;The sunporch is almost done.  My brother was living out there for about a month.  But he's gone now so it looks like we can finish it on time.  I mean by October before it gets really cold and the kids can have a place to go out of my hair. &lt;br /&gt;We start cyber school next week.  That should be interesting.  I have4 kids in cyber and they each have 4 different homeroom teachers.  I hope they dont plan on me sitting through 4 different orientation meetings.AARRGGG!!!  I dont want to go to one of them...but we do what we must!  It looks like school will be really fun this year for them. I am hoping to go school shopping this weekend for them to buy some school supplies and a few new clothes.  To make it as close to "real" school as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5256845702472207992?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5256845702472207992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5256845702472207992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5256845702472207992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-over.html' title='Summers over'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2051459623563460531</id><published>2009-08-22T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But God</title><content type='html'>The title to this blog is let my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lifesong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be a pleasing fragrance to you...that's not in reference to you exactly but rather to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets think about that for a minute. What exactly does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lifesong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be a pleasing fragrance to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can tell you what its not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not judging or criticism or harsh words or thoughts. It's not getting caught up in the past mistakes or sins of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to get away from my past? why does it seem to keep following me. Well this time I guess I sort of invited it. OK I'm speaking of my brother. Hes here, I mean here living with us. Its been four weeks now. and finally it looks like hes moving out next week. At first I felt bad for him, but not so much now. I'm not angry just tired of facing my past EVERYDAY! I hate what i had to live through to get to the good part of my life. I don't want to revisit it everyday at random times throughout the day. I worked very hard to get over or suppress those feelings and memories so it wouldn't ruin me or my present life. I hate being reminded of things my mom did to me or us. I hate thinking about how much I hated my life, how depressed I was. Life wasn't worth living for a while. In fact if I hadn't been Catholic I would have committed suicide in my mid-teen years. BUT GOD...But God knew what He had in store for me after all the wrath was over; so He super-naturally empowered me to go on. I said it was because I was Catholic, but the truth is God had a strong hold on my life long before I knew him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At random times Satan temps me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dispare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about those things in my past, and today was one of those days. BUT GOD...was there to help me through it once again. I am so glad I have the Lord to help me through, because those daggers of doubt can be hard to fight through myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord let my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lifesong&lt;/span&gt; be a pleasing fragrance to you, not because of what I've done, but because of what you've done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2051459623563460531?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2051459623563460531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2051459623563460531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2051459623563460531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-god.html' title='But God'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6885435525494352020</id><published>2009-07-11T10:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Own Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Magical Moraine State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my Benjamin is as strong willed as both of his parents! I have been, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsuccessfully&lt;/span&gt;, wracking my brain trying to potty train this child for months now.  I finally said "Enough is enough, I QUIT!"  "I hope you won't start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; in diapers; so God it's up to you to tell this boy when he needs to do this!"&lt;br /&gt;I went back to clipping coupons for whatever diaper was on sale and quietly changed him every time he needed it.  The only thing I would tell him is, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to tell me when he pooped because if he didn't he would have a VERY bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bummy&lt;/span&gt;.  So, for the last week he had been faithfully telling me when he pooped and I would commend him on his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned a day trip to the lake with some friends on Friday, so on Thursday I had to shop for that trip.  I took Ben with me to Sam's Club.  I guess Ben was a little unsure of what a lake was, so he kept telling me he didn't want to go to the "wake" there are alligators there.  I tried to reassure him that there are no alligators in the lake.  So while we're at Sam's, he says to me "Mommy, I not go to wake (lake) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awigators&lt;/span&gt; there."  Although quite frustrated about this topic, I calmly said "Ben! There are NO alligators IN the LAKE.  I promise!"  He thought about this for a second or two then said "Are there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pottys&lt;/span&gt; there?"  I responded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nonchalantly&lt;/span&gt;, "Yep there are.  Why? Are you planning on using one?"  He said, "Not today,(pause) morrow I do it."  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disbelieving&lt;/span&gt;, "Really?" came out of my mouth then continued to shop. &lt;br /&gt;Lake day was finally here!  Oh we were so excited to go.  The "Little's" and I packed up our stuff, loaded into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sandfoss's&lt;/span&gt; truck, and off we went to Moraine State Park.  After a few minutes of watching the older kids in the water and nothing bad had happened to them, Benjamin decided he wanted his swimsuit on too.  So I told him that if we did this he would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to tell me when he needed to poo, because if he pooped in his suit, then I'd have to throw it in the trash. The ironic part is, I had swim diapers for just such an occasion, but forgot to pack them.  He agreed, like he usually did, so I changed him and he went in the water, sort of.  In about two minutes he said "Mom I go to go potty."  I looked at him strangely and said "you mean now, like in your suit?" He said "no I go on potty".  Again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disbelievingly&lt;/span&gt;, I took him to the restroom, and wouldn't you know it, he went!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, he's done that before, so I wasn't all that impressed, but I encouraged him non the less.  A few more minutes went by and he said "I have to go potty" again. So we went, again.  By the end of the day he had gone on the potty 5 times, and two of those times were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;" trips!  And not one time did I ask him if he had to go, he told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; when he had to go.  He was right "morrow I go on the potty."  I could not believe what a day it was. &lt;br /&gt;Ben and Aaron were in the water the whole day, it was great to see them overcome their fear in such a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of time.  Hannah was being Hannah, "a fish".                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6885435525494352020?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6885435525494352020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-his-own-time_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6885435525494352020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6885435525494352020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-his-own-time_11.html' title='In His Own Time'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6790246970889443470</id><published>2009-07-11T10:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:58:53.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Own Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Magical Moraine State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, my Benjamin is as strong willed as both of his parents! I have been, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsuccessfully&lt;/span&gt;, wracking my brain trying to potty train this child for months now.  I finally said "Enough is enough, I QUIT!"  "I hope you won't start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; in diapers; so God it's up to you to tell this boy when he needs to do this!"&lt;br /&gt;I went back to clipping coupons for whatever diaper was on sale and quietly changed him every time he needed it.  The only thing I would tell him is, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to tell me when he pooped because if he didn't he would have a VERY bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bummy&lt;/span&gt;.  So, for the last week he had been faithfully telling me when he pooped and I would commend him on his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;I had planned a day trip to the lake with some friends on Friday, so on Thursday I had to shop for that trip.  I took Ben with me to Sam's Club.  I guess Ben was a little unsure of what a lake was, so he kept telling me he didn't want to go to the "wake" there are alligators there.  I tried to reassure him that there are no alligators in the lake.  So while we're at Sam's, he says to me "Mommy, I not go to wake (lake) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awigators&lt;/span&gt; there."  Although quite frustrated about this topic, I calmly said "Ben! There are NO alligators IN the LAKE.  I promise!"  He thought about this for a second or two then said "Are there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pottys&lt;/span&gt; there?"  I responded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nonchalantly&lt;/span&gt;, "Yep there are.  Why? Are you planning on using one?"  He said, "Not today,(pause) morrow I do it."  A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disbelieving&lt;/span&gt;, "Really?" came out of my mouth then continued to shop. &lt;br /&gt;Lake day was finally here!  Oh we were so excited to go.  The "Little's" and I packed up our stuff, loaded into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sandfoss's&lt;/span&gt; truck, and off we went to Moraine State Park.  After a few minutes of watching the older kids in the water and nothing bad had happened to them, Benjamin decided he wanted his swimsuit on too.  So I told him that if we did this he would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to tell me when he needed to poo, because if he pooped in his suit, then I'd have to throw it in the trash. The ironic part is, I had swim diapers for just such an occasion, but forgot to pack them.  He agreed, like he usually did, so I changed him and he went in the water, sort of.  In about two minutes he said "Mom I go to go potty."  I looked at him strangely and said "you mean now, like in your suit?" He said "no I go on potty".  Again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;disbelievingly&lt;/span&gt;, I took him to the restroom, and wouldn't you know it, he went!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, he's done that before, so I wasn't all that impressed, but I encouraged him non the less.  A few more minutes went by and he said "I have to go potty" again. So we went, again.  By the end of the day he had gone on the potty 5 times, and two of those times were "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;" trips!  And not one time did I ask him if he had to go, he told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; when he had to go.  He was right "morrow I go on the potty."  I could not believe what a day it was. &lt;br /&gt;Ben and Aaron were in the water the whole day, it was great to see them overcome their fear in such a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of time.  Hannah was being Hannah, "a fish".                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6790246970889443470?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6790246970889443470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-his-own-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6790246970889443470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6790246970889443470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-his-own-time.html' title='In His Own Time'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8910498390724338506</id><published>2009-06-12T12:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Dave</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHP_Owner%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"Century Gothic"; 	panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.EmailStyle15 	{mso-style-type:personal; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; 	mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; 	color:windowtext;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;I think most of you know Dave is a Hepatitis C carrier and he goes for liver enzyme tests once a year to keep tabs on the advancement of this virus. When he had some routine tests done a few months ago at a check up the initial lab report came back not good. His liver enzymes were very high, this would indicate the hepatitis virus was out of remission and his liver is at risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point it might be helpful to know that normal liver enzyme count should be between 0 and 60; Dave’s enzyme count was 160,000! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;So we made an appointment with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; downtown do pursue treatment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that time the doctor had mentioned that the treatment might not work on him because of some other factors that needed to be addressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he ordered more blood work, 11 vials to be exact, and a CT scan of his liver to get more specific answers as to why the enzymes were so high and to have more information on to how to treat the virus and if we even could treat it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday we went back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; for the results of the second set of blood work and the CT scan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a lot of doctor talk, he finally told us the good news; his liver count was 56 AND he has Type II Hepatitis C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does that mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s the only kind of Hep C virus that has been known to rid its self from the body on its own without treatment! PRAISE GOD!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor is running another round of tests just to make sure the last results were accurate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based on many other things that the blood work revealed (I wont go into it here) Dave and I are pretty sure the second set was right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left the office with the doctor scratching his head about the entire thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;The doctor referred to Dave a few times as being “lucky”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dave boldly said to this Jewish doctor “It’s not luck! It’s God’s grace on my life!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen to that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Aside from a little high cholesterol Dave is in perfect health, in fact, we both are (to my knowledge).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my question to God was, “then why the scare?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joyfully and full of tears and admiration to God, I have to say (aside from the obvious opportunity we get to start exercising and eating healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;) it’s because He loves us so much He wanted to remind us of His tender mercy toward those He loves, that He has our lives in the palm of His hands and He controls the universe even our health. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s trustworthy and has the power to heal when He sees fit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Being honest here, facing the thought I might be loosing my husband as a consequence of a choice he made over 20 years ago, was heart wrenching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I went through a full range of emotions, from shock and anger, to self pity and everything in between, when this resurfaced. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;When I finally let go of what I thought I could control, and let God have my husband if that’s what He thought was best for our family, then “the peace of God” fell over me like a flood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew God had our best interest at heart and I felt truly whatever happened would be for our good and His glory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Dave is still not “out of the woods” so to speak, but the prognosis is good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; set of tests comes back still elevated then we will most likely pursue treatment, at which the kill rate if the virus for a “type II” is very high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Thank you so much for all your prayers and support; we are very blessed to be apart of a church body that truly cares for its people!&lt;span style=""&gt; 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	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.EmailStyle15 	{mso-style-type:personal; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:ArI think most of you know Dave is a Hepatitis C carrier and he goes for liver enzyme tests once a year to keep tabs on the advancement of this virus. When he had some routine tests done a few months ago at a check up the initial lab report came back not good. His liver enzymes were very high, this would indicate the hepatitis virus was out of remission and his liver is at risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point it might be helpful to know that normal liver enzyme count should be between 0 and 60; Dave’s enzyme count was 160,000! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;So we made an appointment with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt; downtown do pursue treatment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that time the doctor had mentioned that the treatment might not work on him because of some other factors that needed to be addressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he ordered more blood work, 11 vials to be exact, and a CT scan of his liver to get more specific answers as to why the enzymes were so high and to have more information on to how to treat the virus and if we even could treat it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Yesterday we went back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt; for the results of the second set of blood work and the CT scan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a lot of doctor talk, he finally told us the good news; his liver count was 56 AND he has Type II Hepatitis C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does that mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s the only kind of Hep C virus that has been known to rid its self from the body on its own without treatment! PRAISE GOD!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor is running another round of tests just to make sure the last results were accurate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based on many other things that the blood work revealed (I wont go into it here) Dave and I are pretty sure the second set was right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left the office with the doctor scratching his head about the entire thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;The doctor referred to Dave a few times as being “lucky”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dave boldly said to this Jewish doctor “It’s not luck! It’s God’s grace on my life!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen to that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Aside from a little high cholesterol Dave is in perfect health, in fact, we both are (to my knowledge).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my question to God was, “then why the scare?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joyfully and full of tears and admiration to God, I have to say (aside from the obvious opportunity we get to start exercising and eating healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;) it’s because He loves us so much He wanted to remind us of His tender mercy toward those He loves, that He has our lives in the palm of His hands and He controls the universe even our health. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s trustworthy and has the power to heal when He sees fit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Being honest here, facing the thought I might be loosing my husband as a consequence of a choice he made over 20 years ago, was heart wrenching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I went through a full range of emotions, from shock and anger, to self pity and everything in between, when this resurfaced. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;When I finally let go of what I thought I could control, and let God have my husband if that’s what He thought was best for our family, then “the peace of God” fell over me like a flood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew God had our best interest at heart and I felt truly whatever happened would be for our good and His glory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Dave is still not “out of the woods” so to speak, but the prognosis is good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; set of tests comes back still elevated then we will most likely pursue treatment, at which the kill rate of the virus for a “type II” is very high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you so much for all your prayers and support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8910498390724338506?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8910498390724338506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-dave_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8910498390724338506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8910498390724338506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-dave_12.html' title='Update on Dave'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6893392259611621112</id><published>2009-06-12T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:16:21.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Dave</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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When he had some routine tests done a few months ago at a check up the initial lab report came back not good. His liver enzymes were very high, this would indicate the hepatitis virus was out of remission and his liver is at risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point it might be helpful to know that normal liver enzyme count should be between 0 and 60; Dave’s enzyme count was 160,000! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;So we made an appointment with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; downtown do pursue treatment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that time the doctor had mentioned that the treatment might not work on him because of some other factors that needed to be addressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he ordered more blood work, 11 vials to be exact, and a CT scan of his liver to get more specific answers as to why the enzymes were so high and to have more information on to how to treat the virus and if we even could treat it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Yesterday we went back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt; for the results of the second set of blood work and the CT scan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a lot of doctor talk, he finally told us the good news; his liver count was 56 AND he has Type II Hepatitis C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does that mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s the only kind of Hep C virus that has been known to rid its self from the body on its own without treatment! PRAISE GOD!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor is running another round of tests just to make sure the last results were accurate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based on many other things that the blood work revealed (I wont go into it here) Dave and I are pretty sure the second set was right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left the office with the doctor scratching his head about the entire thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;The doctor referred to Dave a few times as being “lucky”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dave boldly said to this Jewish doctor “It’s not luck! It’s God’s grace on my life!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen to that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Aside from a little high cholesterol Dave is in perfect health, in fact, we both are (to my knowledge).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my question to God was, “then why the scare?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joyfully and full of tears and admiration to God, I have to say (aside from the obvious opportunity we get to start exercising and eating healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;) it’s because He loves us so much He wanted to remind us of His tender mercy toward those He loves, that He has our lives in the palm of His hands and He controls the universe even our health. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s trustworthy and has the power to heal when He sees fit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Being honest here, facing the thought I might be loosing my husband as a consequence of a choice he made over 20 years ago, was heart wrenching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I went through a full range of emotions, from shock and anger, to self pity and everything in between, when this resurfaced. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;When I finally let go of what I thought I could control, and let God have my husband if that’s what He thought was best for our family, then “the peace of God” fell over me like a flood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew God had our best interest at heart and I felt truly whatever happened would be for our good and His glory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Dave is still not “out of the woods” so to speak, but the prognosis is good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; set of tests comes back still elevated then we will most likely pursue treatment, at which the kill rate if the virus for a “type II” is very high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;Thank you so much for all your prayers and support; we are very blessed to be apart of a church body that truly cares for its people!&lt;span style=""&gt; 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When he had some routine tests done a few months ago at a check up the initial lab report came back not good. His liver enzymes were very high, this would indicate the hepatitis virus was out of remission and his liver is at risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point it might be helpful to know that normal liver enzyme count should be between 0 and 60; Dave’s enzyme count was 160,000! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;So we made an appointment with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt; downtown do pursue treatment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that time the doctor had mentioned that the treatment might not work on him because of some other factors that needed to be addressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So he ordered more blood work, 11 vials to be exact, and a CT scan of his liver to get more specific answers as to why the enzymes were so high and to have more information on to how to treat the virus and if we even could treat it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Yesterday we went back to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Liver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt; for the results of the second set of blood work and the CT scan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a lot of doctor talk, he finally told us the good news; his liver count was 56 AND he has Type II Hepatitis C.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does that mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s the only kind of Hep C virus that has been known to rid its self from the body on its own without treatment! PRAISE GOD!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor is running another round of tests just to make sure the last results were accurate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Based on many other things that the blood work revealed (I wont go into it here) Dave and I are pretty sure the second set was right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We left the office with the doctor scratching his head about the entire thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;The doctor referred to Dave a few times as being “lucky”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dave boldly said to this Jewish doctor “It’s not luck! It’s God’s grace on my life!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amen to that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Aside from a little high cholesterol Dave is in perfect health, in fact, we both are (to my knowledge).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my question to God was, “then why the scare?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Joyfully and full of tears and admiration to God, I have to say (aside from the obvious opportunity we get to start exercising and eating healthier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;) it’s because He loves us so much He wanted to remind us of His tender mercy toward those He loves, that He has our lives in the palm of His hands and He controls the universe even our health. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s trustworthy and has the power to heal when He sees fit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Being honest here, facing the thought I might be loosing my husband as a consequence of a choice he made over 20 years ago, was heart wrenching.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I went through a full range of emotions, from shock and anger, to self pity and everything in between, when this resurfaced. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;When I finally let go of what I thought I could control, and let God have my husband if that’s what He thought was best for our family, then “the peace of God” fell over me like a flood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew God had our best interest at heart and I felt truly whatever happened would be for our good and His glory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;Dave is still not “out of the woods” so to speak, but the prognosis is good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; set of tests comes back still elevated then we will most likely pursue treatment, at which the kill rate of the virus for a “type II” is very high.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you so much for all your prayers and support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6893392259611621112?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6893392259611621112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-dave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6893392259611621112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6893392259611621112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-on-dave.html' title='Update on Dave'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5114908953967623959</id><published>2009-05-25T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not" a Day Like Any Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night Dave and I went to a party hosted by a family on Dillon's lacrosse team.  I really do not like going to events like this for a few reasons, but the main reason is I am not a social person, and I am easily intimidated by people - especially women.  God, through the Holy Spirit, has been working on this area of my life as of late so I thought it might be OK to go join my husband in a evening of social engagement. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew going into this the kind of people we would be mingling with because I have talked to some of them at the games; and I've heard rumors.  Well, to make a 5 hour long story short, these people were so sad to watch!  You couldn't really tell the difference between the parents or their teenagers!  They were talking about anybody and everybody.  The more they drank the more personal and nasty their conversations got about people.  I mean no one was safe from their onslaught of slander!  They were talking about everyone from the superintendent of the school to the very people (including the kids) at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest things that happened was when the ladies were sitting in a circle chatting about the girls in school, they began to tell stories about themselves and how "bad" they were.  OH MY GOSH, was that funny!  One of the ladies was sharing about how the worst thing she did was get busted at a drinking party by the police in college, and how she got out of it by dropping a name of a kid she had class with.  There were similar stories like that flying around this circle of middle aged women.  I laughed to myself thinking, "Wow!  If they only knew the stories Dave and I could share; their hair would stand on end!"  But I didn't say anything, as they probably wouldn't believe me anyway.  I wanted them to keep think whatever they were thinking about me and I am sure they shared their thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after I walked away - there's no doubt! I don't think whatever they had to say about me could be anything too damaging.  The worst thing they could say might be about what I wore, a dress, a modest dress; I didn't have much to say about anything else. I guess I could be made out to be a mousy housewife with no opinion. Or maybe how backward I am for home-schooling.  If that's what I left with them, praise God!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really good with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile that is certainly NOT the thoughts I have of them.  In fact, re-thinking the events and conversations of the evening caused me to be even more thankful to God for saving me and Dave and allowing us to raise our family in the instruction of the Lord. It also caused me to draw closer to God and praying even more fervently for my children to find godly spouses that will have the same beliefs we do so their lives will go well with them. We are definitely different than those people; set apart for God, by God.  My heart is sad for them.  Their families are biting and devouring each other as it's explained in the book of James.  Their daughters are exposing themselves in ways that are not God honoring and their sons are falling into their traps, as the book of Proverbs warns us about.  I pray that God will have pity on them (as He did us) and allow them to hear and see Truth soon, before it's too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord please guard my heart from self-righteousness, and pride.  You know the life you saved us from. Help me to remember that, and know it is ONLY by your grace we (Dave &amp;amp; I and our children) are not counted among them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5114908953967623959?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5114908953967623959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-like-any-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5114908953967623959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5114908953967623959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-like-any-other.html' title='&amp;quot;Not&amp;quot; a Day Like Any Other'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-4164909766708516897</id><published>2009-05-25T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:54:54.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not" a Day Like Any Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night Dave and I went to a party hosted by a family on Dillon's lacrosse team.  I really do not like going to events like this for a few reasons, but the main reason is I am not a social person, and I am easily intimidated by people - especially women.  God, through the Holy Spirit, has been working on this area of my life as of late so I thought it might be OK to go join my husband in a evening of social engagement. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew going into this the kind of people we would be mingling with because I have talked to some of them at the games; and I've heard rumors.  Well, to make a 5 hour long story short, these people were so sad to watch!  You couldn't really tell the difference between the parents or their teenagers!  They were talking about anybody and everybody.  The more they drank the more personal and nasty their conversations got about people.  I mean no one was safe from their onslaught of slander!  They were talking about everyone from the superintendent of the school to the very people (including the kids) at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest things that happened was when the ladies were sitting in a circle chatting about the girls in school, they began to tell stories about themselves and how "bad" they were.  OH MY GOSH, was that funny!  One of the ladies was sharing about how the worst thing she did was get busted at a drinking party by the police in college, and how she got out of it by dropping a name of a kid she had class with.  There were similar stories like that flying around this circle of middle aged women.  I laughed to myself thinking, "Wow!  If they only knew the stories Dave and I could share; their hair would stand on end!"  But I didn't say anything, as they probably wouldn't believe me anyway.  I wanted them to keep think whatever they were thinking about me and I am sure they shared their thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after I walked away - there's no doubt! I don't think whatever they had to say about me could be anything too damaging.  The worst thing they could say might be about what I wore, a dress, a modest dress; I didn't have much to say about anything else. I guess I could be made out to be a mousy housewife with no opinion. Or maybe how backward I am for home-schooling.  If that's what I left with them, praise God!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really good with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile that is certainly NOT the thoughts I have of them.  In fact, re-thinking the events and conversations of the evening caused me to be even more thankful to God for saving me and Dave and allowing us to raise our family in the instruction of the Lord. It also caused me to draw closer to God and praying even more fervently for my children to find godly spouses that will have the same beliefs we do so their lives will go well with them. We are definitely different than those people; set apart for God, by God.  My heart is sad for them.  Their families are biting and devouring each other as it's explained in the book of James.  Their daughters are exposing themselves in ways that are not God honoring and their sons are falling into their traps, as the book of Proverbs warns us about.  I pray that God will have pity on them (as He did us) and allow them to hear and see Truth soon, before it's too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord please guard my heart from self-righteousness, and pride.  You know the life you saved us from. Help me to remember that, and know it is ONLY by your grace we (Dave &amp;amp; I and our children) are not counted among them.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-4164909766708516897?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/4164909766708516897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-day-like-any-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4164909766708516897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4164909766708516897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-day-like-any-other.html' title='&quot;Not&quot; a Day Like Any Other'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5900472200343352695</id><published>2009-05-05T12:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, it's been a while since my last post, I know.  Life around here takes on a crazy theme once Spring springs into action.  We have softball practices and games (for the two girls), lacrosse practices and games, and flag football practices and games.  Not to mention, speech two days a week, piano lessons once a week, care group every other week, and small group leader meetings once a month, youth group twice a month.  Oh my gosh, I am getting tired just typing all that out!  I am sure I have forgotten a few things.  The good news is that a lot of these things are coming to an end very soon!  As much as I cant wait for them to get started in the late winter, I am just as excited for them to be over in the late spring.  July will be pretty crazy this year, as Dillon will be playing for a travel lacrosse team.  That means he will be traveling to other states (relatively close by) to play tournaments on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might not know, Benjamin has been diagnosed with carbohydrate malabsorption. Basically, his body does not break double molecule sugars down at all, and in the small intestine enzymatic acids try to break them down but can't; so it passes into the large intestines where an enormous amount of acid and water flush out the undigested food.  This causes acid like burning on Ben's little bummy. Not to mention the damage that gets done to the intestines from the over production of enzymatic acids.  It's beginning to bother his belly now when he eats foods he shouldn't have.  I am still in the education stages of this life long dietary issue but, so far, it looks very complicated!  I can tell you that it's VERY difficult to control every thing that goes into his mouth.  I mean, how do you tell a well meaning family member whom hasn't seen him is years "No you cant treat him with candy!" and "no you cant share your soda with him." and "No you can't take him out for ice cream."  and "No he cant have those chips, or sandwich or hot dog or..." Just fill in the blank with whatever you eat that you would like to treat a child to and he can't have it!  So I guess your next question would be..."what can he eat?"  Well, not a lot.  And pretty much nothing he likes to eat.  I mean really how many eggs and hamburgers with out the bun can a person eat on a daily diet?  He cant eat anything that's commercial dairy so I was forced to find a raw milk supply. That's NOT cheap!  You'd think it would be considering there's no processing of the milk, right?  Well, NO!  It's $6.00 a gallon!  $6.00 a gallon, are you KIDDING ME?!?  So from that milk I can make raw milk yogurt. He likes yogurt.  I am still in the trial stages of this milk to see if it will be ok for him to drink.  I haven't gotten a true reading yet because SOME PEOPLE (not mentioning any names) keep giving him things he can't eat.  So today was the 14th or 20th (maybe the 50th, who knows) time to start over being careful watching what he eats so I can know for sure what is working and what isn't working.  So at this point you might be wondering "Hmm, if there's a diagnosis for this there must be a treatment for it.  I wonder why she's beating her head off the wall trying all this random stuff?"  Well the answer to that is quite simple.  Yes, there is a treatment, it's called trial and error.  At least that's what the dietitian at Children's Hospital told me. That's not at all what I expected to hear.  I really thought they would give me a meal plan of some sort and a prescription for some type of medicine.  Now at this point I almost with he had Celiac disease.  That would be so much easier to treat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm going to dump on you for now.  Believe me there is MUCH more going on here than just that.  Like Dave's liver issues, my brother's wife passes away, Danielle gets a car, we're at the end of another year of homeschooling, college searching is coming up...take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm breathing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for our family, I know the Lord is close to the broken hearted, I can feel Him breathing on me daily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5900472200343352695?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5900472200343352695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-its-been-while-since-my-last-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5900472200343352695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5900472200343352695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-its-been-while-since-my-last-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-1682790394889893046</id><published>2009-05-05T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:53:04.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, it's been a while since my last post, I know.  Life around here takes on a crazy theme once Spring springs into action.  We have softball practices and games (for the two girls), lacrosse practices and games, and flag football practices and games.  Not to mention, speech two days a week, piano lessons once a week, care group every other week, and small group leader meetings once a month, youth group twice a month.  Oh my gosh, I am getting tired just typing all that out!  I am sure I have forgotten a few things.  The good news is that a lot of these things are coming to an end very soon!  As much as I cant wait for them to get started in the late winter, I am just as excited for them to be over in the late spring.  July will be pretty crazy this year, as Dillon will be playing for a travel lacrosse team.  That means he will be traveling to other states (relatively close by) to play tournaments on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you might not know, Benjamin has been diagnosed with carbohydrate malabsorption. Basically, his body does not break double molecule sugars down at all, and in the small intestine enzymatic acids try to break them down but can't; so it passes into the large intestines where an enormous amount of acid and water flush out the undigested food.  This causes acid like burning on Ben's little bummy. Not to mention the damage that gets done to the intestines from the over production of enzymatic acids.  It's beginning to bother his belly now when he eats foods he shouldn't have.  I am still in the education stages of this life long dietary issue but, so far, it looks very complicated!  I can tell you that it's VERY difficult to control every thing that goes into his mouth.  I mean, how do you tell a well meaning family member whom hasn't seen him is years "No you cant treat him with candy!" and "no you cant share your soda with him." and "No you can't take him out for ice cream."  and "No he cant have those chips, or sandwich or hot dog or..." Just fill in the blank with whatever you eat that you would like to treat a child to and he can't have it!  So I guess your next question would be..."what can he eat?"  Well, not a lot.  And pretty much nothing he likes to eat.  I mean really how many eggs and hamburgers with out the bun can a person eat on a daily diet?  He cant eat anything that's commercial dairy so I was forced to find a raw milk supply. That's NOT cheap!  You'd think it would be considering there's no processing of the milk, right?  Well, NO!  It's $6.00 a gallon!  $6.00 a gallon, are you KIDDING ME?!?  So from that milk I can make raw milk yogurt. He likes yogurt.  I am still in the trial stages of this milk to see if it will be ok for him to drink.  I haven't gotten a true reading yet because SOME PEOPLE (not mentioning any names) keep giving him things he can't eat.  So today was the 14th or 20th (maybe the 50th, who knows) time to start over being careful watching what he eats so I can know for sure what is working and what isn't working.  So at this point you might be wondering "Hmm, if there's a diagnosis for this there must be a treatment for it.  I wonder why she's beating her head off the wall trying all this random stuff?"  Well the answer to that is quite simple.  Yes, there is a treatment, it's called trial and error.  At least that's what the dietitian at Children's Hospital told me. That's not at all what I expected to hear.  I really thought they would give me a meal plan of some sort and a prescription for some type of medicine.  Now at this point I almost with he had Celiac disease.  That would be so much easier to treat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm going to dump on you for now.  Believe me there is MUCH more going on here than just that.  Like Dave's liver issues, my brother's wife passes away, Danielle gets a car, we're at the end of another year of homeschooling, college searching is coming up...take a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm breathing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for our family, I know the Lord is close to the broken hearted, I can feel Him breathing on me daily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-1682790394889893046?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/1682790394889893046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1682790394889893046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1682790394889893046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-689654094183916252</id><published>2009-03-18T19:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just love sunny days! Don't you? Oh man, they make feel great! Like Tony Tiger GREEAATT!!! The kids play outside all day, I get the house clean and laundry done they don't eat me out of house and home because they are outside playing! That means less trips to the grocery store...LIFE IS GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin and I went to the speech evaluation the other day. She was very nice. Ben even talked to her! Which was nice since that's why we were there, right? Anyway, she said he's pretty bad, but he's at an age that it can be fixed pretty quick. She estimated the insurance would pay for 30 to 60 visits, but that probably wouldn't be enough for him. YIPPEEE!!! I was wondering what I would do with all that extra time I had in the day...now I know...SPEECH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-689654094183916252?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/689654094183916252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-days_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/689654094183916252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/689654094183916252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-days_18.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-70266232562910291</id><published>2009-03-18T19:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:01:20.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just love sunny days! Don't you? Oh man, they make feel great! Like Tony Tiger GREEAATT!!! The kids play outside all day, I get the house clean and laundry done they don't eat me out of house and home because they are outside playing! That means less trips to the grocery store...LIFE IS GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin and I went to the speech evaluation the other day. She was very nice. Ben even talked to her! Which was nice since that's why we were there, right? Anyway, she said he's pretty bad, but he's at an age that it can be fixed pretty quick. She estimated the insurance would pay for 30 to 60 visits, but that probably wouldn't be enough for him. YIPPEEE!!! I was wondering what I would do with all that extra time I had in the day...now I know...SPEECH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-70266232562910291?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/70266232562910291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/70266232562910291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/70266232562910291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6919672023953661925</id><published>2009-03-15T17:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow! How long has it been since I posted on this blog? I forgot the name of it, that's how long it's been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life has been so busy here as of late, that it's hard to keep my thoughts straight in my head much less get them out into a readable format for you to understand. So I'll try to give you highlights to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin:&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing God made Ben so damn cute! He can be so ornery at times.&lt;br /&gt;We started potty training but that was a bust, so we went back to diapers for the time being. In fact, as I recall, it was just in time because he got that stomach virus a few days later that cause several messes that I would have had to clean up if he did not have a diaper on. PHEW...good call on my part! :) Thanks Ben for being so willful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after that episode he had a yearly check up with his pediatrician. She recommended he have a speech evaluation and a GI evaluation. So I made those appointments as soon as we got home. He goes for the speech tomorrow (Monday) and the GI next week. I had to to break him from the "Binky"; thankfully it only took a week. He did so well; now he's completely free of that nasty habit! Come summer time he'll be potty trained and that will be the end of my Ben's baby days. This kind of makes me sad. Sad enough to have another one? Well...&lt;br /&gt;I THINK NOT!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is doing well.. Basketball season just ended and He'll be starting Flag Football in a few weeks. He's really excited about that. The program he's in is great! It's call Upward Sports.&lt;br /&gt;He lost his first tooth last week. It was sort of odd in that he lost the top tooth first. Most (all the kids I know any way) loose the bottom ones first then the top ones. No so with Aaron, but then again he's not a typical boy. I just love that about him! He's such a good boy, he kind of blend into the scenery around here. So if it weren't for his quirky little issues, he could easily slip through the cracks undetected. Case in point - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can you believe the "tooth fairy" forgot to come the night he lost his FIRST TOOTH?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Poor kid - he doesn't deserve such a forgetful mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Is she getting tall or what! And mouthy! She's go girly too, everything she wears has to match, and she color coordinates her accessories! Too CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;She starts softball in a few weeks. She is very excited about that because Dave moved her up to the next older league, so she'll be play "real" softball this year. I can't wait until this year it should be fun to watch her games.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah started taking piano lessons in February. She really likes it and and caught on very quickly too. She not so bad for a beginner either.&lt;br /&gt;Cyber school is going ok for her. I like the curriculum this school uses, but I think it might be too advanced for her at this point with her reading / comprehension issues. Her teacher said some children just need more time to develop that part of their brain; thus they recommend holding children back. Dave and I are starting to think about what we'll be doing next year for her, if she doesn't come around pretty quick, we might pull her out and home school her until her brain matures enough to handle the work load. Either way, I just want what is best for Hannah; she is such a wonderfully, delightful (did I mention willful?)child. I am sure God will give us wisdom for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon:&lt;br /&gt;You should see Dillon! He's 15 1/2 years old and just a hair under 6ft! I cant believe how tall he is getting. And so handsome, all the girls just love him! What's not to love - he's kind, sweet and cute!&lt;br /&gt;He's transitioned fantastically into the public school. It was a good choice for him. This year is the first year Peter's Township has had an official school sponsored Lacrosse team, so they had to have try-out to make the team. Varsity try-outs were the week he got the stomach virus and missed a day or two of practice. He was a little disappointed that he didn't make the team. Last week they had Junior Varsity try-outs and he did make that team so he's pretty pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle:&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is amazing and I just adore her. She struggles with whether she should go to college or not; if she goes what would she take that would benefit her calling, or if she doesn't go, then what does she do for a trade? God has given her raw natural talent that she so much desires to use for His kingdom, but is having a hard time figuring out "how" to use them. Personally I know she is struggling with what to do, but it is such a joy from a mother's point of view to watch how she is really trying to hear form God and know his will. I will not be disappointed in whatever she does because I have confidence she will be right where God wants her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;We are holding on to every last weekend of peace and quiet we can. Soon the craziness starts and we'll be longing for these quiet days as we run from one field to the next every Saturday and Sunday until the end of June! Are we nuts? Maybe. But, last night Dave and I went to dinner with some friends that will be graduating their 3rd and last child from high school this spring. As they reminisced about the old days of baseball and other events that their children were involved in, during those early childhood through high school days, they were a little saddened about those days being gone so quickly. May times I find myself wishing the day away during these hard and difficult times of child rearing only because I want life to be easier, quieter and cleaner. What I don't think about is how one day when my life is easier, quieter, and cleaner I'll wish I could have just one of those difficult, dirty, loud, noisy, days back again, because I will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for our children. I desire to have a grateful heart for the wonderful days you have given me with my family. What a blessing they are to me... everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6919672023953661925?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6919672023953661925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ramble_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6919672023953661925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6919672023953661925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ramble_15.html' title='Random Ramble'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-342932022593752895</id><published>2009-03-15T17:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:33:03.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow! How long has it been since I posted on this blog? I forgot the name of it, that's how long it's been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life has been so busy here as of late, that it's hard to keep my thoughts straight in my head much less get them out into a readable format for you to understand. So I'll try to give you highlights to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin:&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing God made Ben so damn cute! He can be so ornery at times.&lt;br /&gt;We started potty training but that was a bust, so we went back to diapers for the time being. In fact, as I recall, it was just in time because he got that stomach virus a few days later that cause several messes that I would have had to clean up if he did not have a diaper on. PHEW...good call on my part! :) Thanks Ben for being so willful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after that episode he had a yearly check up with his pediatrician. She recommended he have a speech evaluation and a GI evaluation. So I made those appointments as soon as we got home. He goes for the speech tomorrow (Monday) and the GI next week. I had to to break him from the "Binky"; thankfully it only took a week. He did so well; now he's completely free of that nasty habit! Come summer time he'll be potty trained and that will be the end of my Ben's baby days. This kind of makes me sad. Sad enough to have another one? Well...&lt;br /&gt;I THINK NOT!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron:&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is doing well.. Basketball season just ended and He'll be starting Flag Football in a few weeks. He's really excited about that. The program he's in is great! It's call Upward Sports.&lt;br /&gt;He lost his first tooth last week. It was sort of odd in that he lost the top tooth first. Most (all the kids I know any way) loose the bottom ones first then the top ones. No so with Aaron, but then again he's not a typical boy. I just love that about him! He's such a good boy, he kind of blend into the scenery around here. So if it weren't for his quirky little issues, he could easily slip through the cracks undetected. Case in point - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can you believe the "tooth fairy" forgot to come the night he lost his FIRST TOOTH?!?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Poor kid - he doesn't deserve such a forgetful mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Is she getting tall or what! And mouthy! She's go girly too, everything she wears has to match, and she color coordinates her accessories! Too CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;She starts softball in a few weeks. She is very excited about that because Dave moved her up to the next older league, so she'll be play "real" softball this year. I can't wait until this year it should be fun to watch her games.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah started taking piano lessons in February. She really likes it and and caught on very quickly too. She not so bad for a beginner either.&lt;br /&gt;Cyber school is going ok for her. I like the curriculum this school uses, but I think it might be too advanced for her at this point with her reading / comprehension issues. Her teacher said some children just need more time to develop that part of their brain; thus they recommend holding children back. Dave and I are starting to think about what we'll be doing next year for her, if she doesn't come around pretty quick, we might pull her out and home school her until her brain matures enough to handle the work load. Either way, I just want what is best for Hannah; she is such a wonderfully, delightful (did I mention willful?)child. I am sure God will give us wisdom for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillon:&lt;br /&gt;You should see Dillon! He's 15 1/2 years old and just a hair under 6ft! I cant believe how tall he is getting. And so handsome, all the girls just love him! What's not to love - he's kind, sweet and cute!&lt;br /&gt;He's transitioned fantastically into the public school. It was a good choice for him. This year is the first year Peter's Township has had an official school sponsored Lacrosse team, so they had to have try-out to make the team. Varsity try-outs were the week he got the stomach virus and missed a day or two of practice. He was a little disappointed that he didn't make the team. Last week they had Junior Varsity try-outs and he did make that team so he's pretty pleased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle:&lt;br /&gt;Danielle is amazing and I just adore her. She struggles with whether she should go to college or not; if she goes what would she take that would benefit her calling, or if she doesn't go, then what does she do for a trade? God has given her raw natural talent that she so much desires to use for His kingdom, but is having a hard time figuring out "how" to use them. Personally I know she is struggling with what to do, but it is such a joy from a mother's point of view to watch how she is really trying to hear form God and know his will. I will not be disappointed in whatever she does because I have confidence she will be right where God wants her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave &amp;amp; I:&lt;br /&gt;We are holding on to every last weekend of peace and quiet we can. Soon the craziness starts and we'll be longing for these quiet days as we run from one field to the next every Saturday and Sunday until the end of June! Are we nuts? Maybe. But, last night Dave and I went to dinner with some friends that will be graduating their 3rd and last child from high school this spring. As they reminisced about the old days of baseball and other events that their children were involved in, during those early childhood through high school days, they were a little saddened about those days being gone so quickly. May times I find myself wishing the day away during these hard and difficult times of child rearing only because I want life to be easier, quieter and cleaner. What I don't think about is how one day when my life is easier, quieter, and cleaner I'll wish I could have just one of those difficult, dirty, loud, noisy, days back again, because I will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for our children. I desire to have a grateful heart for the wonderful days you have given me with my family. What a blessing they are to me... everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-342932022593752895?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/342932022593752895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/342932022593752895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/342932022593752895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-ramble.html' title='Random Ramble'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5192845009880229426</id><published>2009-02-10T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Over Zealous Mom :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL WAS I THINKING?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sue was somewhat right in her comment about Ben being just like his mother.  Although the poor kid is really like both his parents in that, he will do NOTHING he doesn't want to do before it's his idea.  Potty training certainly was NOT his idea, let me tell you!  Benjamin very rarely poos twice a day much less three times a day.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well not so today!&lt;/span&gt;  AARRGGGG!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit until Spring when he can go naked!  I hated cloth diapers, but I did it to save money, I hated cleaning out the "mess".  I dont have to do that anymore, so then why would I torture myself with this god awful task if it's NOT HIS IDEA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he start kindergarten in diapers? Probably not.  I needed to get a dose of reality and a shot of perspective! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE"S NOT READY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the store to buy more Pampers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5192845009880229426?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5192845009880229426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-zealous-mom_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5192845009880229426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5192845009880229426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-zealous-mom_10.html' title='An Over Zealous Mom :('/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6777223337040845774</id><published>2009-02-10T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:01:11.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Over Zealous Mom :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL WAS I THINKING?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sue was somewhat right in her comment about Ben being just like his mother.  Although the poor kid is really like both his parents in that, he will do NOTHING he doesn't want to do before it's his idea.  Potty training certainly was NOT his idea, let me tell you!  Benjamin very rarely poos twice a day much less three times a day.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well not so today!&lt;/span&gt;  AARRGGGG!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit until Spring when he can go naked!  I hated cloth diapers, but I did it to save money, I hated cleaning out the "mess".  I dont have to do that anymore, so then why would I torture myself with this god awful task if it's NOT HIS IDEA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he start kindergarten in diapers? Probably not.  I needed to get a dose of reality and a shot of perspective! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE"S NOT READY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the store to buy more Pampers!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6777223337040845774?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6777223337040845774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-zealous-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6777223337040845774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6777223337040845774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/over-zealous-mom.html' title='An Over Zealous Mom :('/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5162739763355518018</id><published>2009-02-09T15:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been changing diapers for 17 years!  I have had my fill of wiping butts for my life time.  I have been brain washing Benjamin since he turned 2 that when he turns "3" he will be a big boy and he will then start using the big potty to "pee and poo."  He would always scream at me "NO!  SCARY POTTY! ME NOT DO IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would let him think that for the time being and at the next diaper change gently remind him that when he turns "3" that he will be a big boy and then he would use the potty like...(who ever)...then he would say "mmmm, nope...me small now...no potty!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the "big day" finally came; he turned "3"!!!! I could not wait to get started on this final phase of babyhood!  I tried like everything to get him to put those "big boy" underpants on but he just wouldn't do it!  So, with a patient yet sister smile I think to myself "be patient you'll have your chance tomorrow."  BUT I WANT HIM TO DO IT NOW!  Doesn't he know how long I have waited for this day?  WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?  My response..."OK sweetie, you can wear them in the morning."  He ignored me and jumped off the bed and out the door he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today day went great!  Benjamin did not want to do it at first, but then he did.  By the looks of how the day went as far as times gone in the potty vs. times it ran down his leg, it looks like the day was bad, (in fact he didn't make it the potty once) but I've learned I have to count the little victories with Ben; like, he at least put the underpants on and didn't scream about them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of patients only comes with having more than one or two children I think.  I would have NEVER let Danielle or Dillon get away with the things I let Benjamin get away with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until tomorrow!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5162739763355518018?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5162739763355518018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/ben-big-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5162739763355518018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5162739763355518018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/ben-big-day.html' title='Ben&amp;#39;s Big Day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-4494023640757354607</id><published>2009-02-09T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:18:58.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been changing diapers for 17 years!  I have had my fill of wiping butts for my life time.  I have been brain washing Benjamin since he turned 2 that when he turns "3" he will be a big boy and he will then start using the big potty to "pee and poo."  He would always scream at me "NO!  SCARY POTTY! ME NOT DO IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would let him think that for the time being and at the next diaper change gently remind him that when he turns "3" that he will be a big boy and then he would use the potty like...(who ever)...then he would say "mmmm, nope...me small now...no potty!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the "big day" finally came; he turned "3"!!!! I could not wait to get started on this final phase of babyhood!  I tried like everything to get him to put those "big boy" underpants on but he just wouldn't do it!  So, with a patient yet sister smile I think to myself "be patient you'll have your chance tomorrow."  BUT I WANT HIM TO DO IT NOW!  Doesn't he know how long I have waited for this day?  WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?  My response..."OK sweetie, you can wear them in the morning."  He ignored me and jumped off the bed and out the door he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today day went great!  Benjamin did not want to do it at first, but then he did.  By the looks of how the day went as far as times gone in the potty vs. times it ran down his leg, it looks like the day was bad, (in fact he didn't make it the potty once) but I've learned I have to count the little victories with Ben; like, he at least put the underpants on and didn't scream about them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of patients only comes with having more than one or two children I think.  I would have NEVER let Danielle or Dillon get away with the things I let Benjamin get away with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until tomorrow!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-4494023640757354607?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/4494023640757354607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/bens-big-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4494023640757354607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4494023640757354607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/bens-big-day.html' title='Ben&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2855062789616899588</id><published>2009-02-06T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Are Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron:  "Ben you know when I get bigger and I play sports in school like Dillon, you know like 6th grade and 9th grade and stuff like that, I am going to be a black boy! I'm gonna be real good at sports."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben:  "Really?" (only spoken in Ben language)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron: "Well maybe I'll be really dark like Dad!" "And I'll be really good at it too!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben: "Daddy do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what I heard in the car yesterday driving to a friends house.  I thought I was going to pee myself!  Aaron was so serious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2855062789616899588?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2855062789616899588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-great_06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2855062789616899588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2855062789616899588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-great_06.html' title='Kids Are Great'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-168577355473346975</id><published>2009-02-06T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:33:16.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Are Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron:  "Ben you know when I get bigger and I play sports in school like Dillon, you know like 6th grade and 9th grade and stuff like that, I am going to be a black boy! I'm gonna be real good at sports."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben:  "Really?" (only spoken in Ben language)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaron: "Well maybe I'll be really dark like Dad!" "And I'll be really good at it too!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben: "Daddy do it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is what I heard in the car yesterday driving to a friends house.  I thought I was going to pee myself!  Aaron was so serious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-168577355473346975?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/168577355473346975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-great.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/168577355473346975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/168577355473346975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-are-great.html' title='Kids Are Great'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5540230727582422015</id><published>2009-02-05T10:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Here’s a thought for the day from  Charles Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;February 5 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“At that time Jesus  Answered”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Matthew  11:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What an extraordinary way to begin  this verse:  “At that time Jesus answered.”  It is extraordinary because no one  asked a question, nor was Jesus having a conversation with any human being.   Yet, it states, “Jesus answered and said, “I thank you, Father.”  When you  answer a question, you answer the person who is speaking to you.  Who was  speaking to Christ?  His Father. Yet, there is no record of it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This verse teaches that Jesus has  continual fellowship with His Father and that God spoke to his heart so often  that here it was not necessary to record it.  It was Jesus’ habit, indeed His  very life, to talk with God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let’s learn the lesson this simple  text teaches.  Just as Jesus was in this world so are we, and like Jesus we need  silent fellowship with the Father in order to answer Him.  The world will not  know who we are talking to, but we will respond to that secret voice made  audible to us through the Spirit of God.  And we will recognize with joy that  God has spoken.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let us answer and speak to God,  either to say that He is faithful and true, or to confess our sins through the  conviction of the Holy Spirit, or acknowledge His mercy, or affirm the great  truths which God the Holy Spirit has opened to our understanding.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What a privilege to have intimate  fellowship with the father of our spirits.  It is a secret hidden from the  world, a joy that even our closest friends cannot share.  To hear the whispers  of God’s love our ears must be clean and ready to listen to His voice.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This day, may our hearts be ready to  hear when God speaks.  Like Jesus, may we be prepared to answer  Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What hinders you from responding as  quickly as Jesus did to the whispers of God in your ear?  What does 1Corinthians  1:7-9 say about this?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He has given us every good thing to  walk in His Holy Spirit - we lack nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If this is so, then you might ask  the question “Then why am I still having trouble with this issue?  Maybe you  should read James 4:1-3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;When we ask the Father with wrong  motives our hearts are to spend what God gives us on our own selfish desires.   But when we ask with a heart of submissiveness to our Lord and Savior, to please  God, not appease our selfishness, then God is quick to give us the desires of  our heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;May the Lord bless your socks off  today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5540230727582422015?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5540230727582422015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-whisper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5540230727582422015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5540230727582422015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-whisper.html' title='God&amp;#39;s Whisper'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-607621551737725218</id><published>2009-02-05T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:03:42.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Whisper</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Here’s a thought for the day from  Charles Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;February 5 – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“At that time Jesus  Answered”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Matthew  11:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What an extraordinary way to begin  this verse:  “At that time Jesus answered.”  It is extraordinary because no one  asked a question, nor was Jesus having a conversation with any human being.   Yet, it states, “Jesus answered and said, “I thank you, Father.”  When you  answer a question, you answer the person who is speaking to you.  Who was  speaking to Christ?  His Father. Yet, there is no record of it.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This verse teaches that Jesus has  continual fellowship with His Father and that God spoke to his heart so often  that here it was not necessary to record it.  It was Jesus’ habit, indeed His  very life, to talk with God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let’s learn the lesson this simple  text teaches.  Just as Jesus was in this world so are we, and like Jesus we need  silent fellowship with the Father in order to answer Him.  The world will not  know who we are talking to, but we will respond to that secret voice made  audible to us through the Spirit of God.  And we will recognize with joy that  God has spoken.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let us answer and speak to God,  either to say that He is faithful and true, or to confess our sins through the  conviction of the Holy Spirit, or acknowledge His mercy, or affirm the great  truths which God the Holy Spirit has opened to our understanding.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What a privilege to have intimate  fellowship with the father of our spirits.  It is a secret hidden from the  world, a joy that even our closest friends cannot share.  To hear the whispers  of God’s love our ears must be clean and ready to listen to His voice.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This day, may our hearts be ready to  hear when God speaks.  Like Jesus, may we be prepared to answer  Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;What hinders you from responding as  quickly as Jesus did to the whispers of God in your ear?  What does 1Corinthians  1:7-9 say about this?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He has given us every good thing to  walk in His Holy Spirit - we lack nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If this is so, then you might ask  the question “Then why am I still having trouble with this issue?  Maybe you  should read James 4:1-3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;When we ask the Father with wrong  motives our hearts are to spend what God gives us on our own selfish desires.   But when we ask with a heart of submissiveness to our Lord and Savior, to please  God, not appease our selfishness, then God is quick to give us the desires of  our heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;May the Lord bless your socks off  today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-607621551737725218?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/607621551737725218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-whisper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/607621551737725218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/607621551737725218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-whisper.html' title='God&apos;s Whisper'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2902086414386356539</id><published>2009-02-01T20:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good To Be Home</title><content type='html'>It was so good to go away. Lord knows we needed a vacation. But it's really good to be home. We had a slow adjustment time though. Some of us came home with the stomach flu. So not only did we have to re-adjust to the cold weather, and carefully pick food to eat but life with out "maid service" has to be the hardest adjustment, for me at least. I'm the maid here. I think we're good now food wise but can you ever really adjust to no maid service,... really? I feel like I was a little spoiled; here are few examples: Benjamin tosses his cookies at 7:00 a.m. all over the bedding and floor, I immediately call maid service to clean it up and "voila" there they are! We leave to go to the parks all day, the room is a mess in the mornings when we leave and then when we get home its clean again! I LOVED IT!!!!! Nobody else appreciated those maids more than I did I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing out this post I am a little distracted as the Steelers are playing in Super Bowl 48 against the Arizona Cardinals! It's a great game! It looks like it might be a blow out currently the score is 20 to 7 in the fourth quarter. If they win (the Steelers that is) Dave is going to claim it was me. He made me wear a Steelers jersey tonight. I have never wore a Steelers anything until tonight. Dave's weird like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for what its worth... GO STEELERS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2902086414386356539?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2902086414386356539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-good-to-be-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2902086414386356539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2902086414386356539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-good-to-be-home.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Good To Be Home'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-7748852876991412864</id><published>2009-02-01T20:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:32:48.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good To Be Home</title><content type='html'>It was so good to go away. Lord knows we needed a vacation. But it's really good to be home. We had a slow adjustment time though. Some of us came home with the stomach flu. So not only did we have to re-adjust to the cold weather, and carefully pick food to eat but life with out "maid service" has to be the hardest adjustment, for me at least. I'm the maid here. I think we're good now food wise but can you ever really adjust to no maid service,... really? I feel like I was a little spoiled; here are few examples: Benjamin tosses his cookies at 7:00 a.m. all over the bedding and floor, I immediately call maid service to clean it up and "voila" there they are! We leave to go to the parks all day, the room is a mess in the mornings when we leave and then when we get home its clean again! I LOVED IT!!!!! Nobody else appreciated those maids more than I did I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing out this post I am a little distracted as the Steelers are playing in Super Bowl 48 against the Arizona Cardinals! It's a great game! It looks like it might be a blow out currently the score is 20 to 7 in the fourth quarter. If they win (the Steelers that is) Dave is going to claim it was me. He made me wear a Steelers jersey tonight. I have never wore a Steelers anything until tonight. Dave's weird like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for what its worth... GO STEELERS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-7748852876991412864?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/7748852876991412864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-good-to-be-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7748852876991412864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7748852876991412864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-good-to-be-home.html' title='It&apos;s Good To Be Home'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-44870989900734548</id><published>2009-01-18T19:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Several months ago when we were in the planning stages of this vacation we're about to embark upon, I never thought about packing for seven people for seven days!  What an ordeal!  I have been doing laundry for three days in order to get every thing clean to see what we were going to take and what we're not.  Can you believe the kids have the audacity to wear the clothes I just washed.  Can't they go naked for a few days?  I am exhausted! If I have to wash one more load of laundry before January 27th, I think I'll commit harry carry, honestly!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, we're packed and just about ready to go. I packed all seven of us in 4 suitcases. Tomorrow I'll pack the fun bag for the kids to take on the plane, and then on Tuesday morning I'll pack the bathroom bag, and off we go!  I think we are planning on leaving around 6:30 or 7:00 a.m. our flight leaves at 9:15 I think.  Hopefully the weather will co-operate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us.  Dave and I want so much for the kids to enjoy this vacation, we are really hoping we don't get sick. You know me the "germ-a-phobe" who knows what we can pick up at an airport... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post until we get to Florida.  I hope you all stay warm...we will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-44870989900734548?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/44870989900734548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/mt-laundry_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/44870989900734548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/44870989900734548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/mt-laundry_18.html' title='Mt. Laundry'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-6025764699508852556</id><published>2009-01-18T19:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:35:39.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Several months ago when we were in the planning stages of this vacation we're about to embark upon, I never thought about packing for seven people for seven days!  What an ordeal!  I have been doing laundry for three days in order to get every thing clean to see what we were going to take and what we're not.  Can you believe the kids have the audacity to wear the clothes I just washed.  Can't they go naked for a few days?  I am exhausted! If I have to wash one more load of laundry before January 27th, I think I'll commit harry carry, honestly!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, we're packed and just about ready to go. I packed all seven of us in 4 suitcases. Tomorrow I'll pack the fun bag for the kids to take on the plane, and then on Tuesday morning I'll pack the bathroom bag, and off we go!  I think we are planning on leaving around 6:30 or 7:00 a.m. our flight leaves at 9:15 I think.  Hopefully the weather will co-operate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us.  Dave and I want so much for the kids to enjoy this vacation, we are really hoping we don't get sick. You know me the "germ-a-phobe" who knows what we can pick up at an airport... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last post until we get to Florida.  I hope you all stay warm...we will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-6025764699508852556?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/6025764699508852556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/mt-laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6025764699508852556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/6025764699508852556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/mt-laundry.html' title='Mt. Laundry'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8545684861239824991</id><published>2009-01-07T20:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a Ben day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ben was at optimal speed today.  While I was helping Hannah and Aaron with their school, this after noon, the house grew incredibly quiet.  Ben had very quietly, crept out of sight into my room.  I am hoping the thoughts in his head were to help mommy, but for some reason I think he was really just out to enjoy himself at the expense of my sanity!  He knocked every thing off my dresser,onto the floor, and proceeded to cover the entire dresser and bed with a large size box of baby powder!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dillon helped me clean up the mess, I decided it was time to stop school for the day and head out for some physical education. This boy needed to run!  So we went to the Rec Center.  You should have seen the them run, oh my gosh, you would have thought I kept these kids in cages all day!  They ran like I have never seen them run before.  They must have made ten laps, some walking but mostly running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I did walk again today, I think I did 20 laps again, I know I ran 4 1/2 laps, not consecutively, but hey I did it! Then I went down to the basketball courts and shots hoops with the kids.  The good news is we were all covered with baby powder so we didn't stink!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8545684861239824991?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8545684861239824991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-ben-day_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8545684861239824991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8545684861239824991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-ben-day_07.html' title='It was a Ben day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-3047912136508592298</id><published>2009-01-07T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:01:36.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a Ben day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ben was at optimal speed today.  While I was helping Hannah and Aaron with their school, this after noon, the house grew incredibly quiet.  Ben had very quietly, crept out of sight into my room.  I am hoping the thoughts in his head were to help mommy, but for some reason I think he was really just out to enjoy himself at the expense of my sanity!  He knocked every thing off my dresser,onto the floor, and proceeded to cover the entire dresser and bed with a large size box of baby powder!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dillon helped me clean up the mess, I decided it was time to stop school for the day and head out for some physical education. This boy needed to run!  So we went to the Rec Center.  You should have seen the them run, oh my gosh, you would have thought I kept these kids in cages all day!  They ran like I have never seen them run before.  They must have made ten laps, some walking but mostly running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I did walk again today, I think I did 20 laps again, I know I ran 4 1/2 laps, not consecutively, but hey I did it! Then I went down to the basketball courts and shots hoops with the kids.  The good news is we were all covered with baby powder so we didn't stink!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-3047912136508592298?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/3047912136508592298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-ben-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3047912136508592298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3047912136508592298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-ben-day.html' title='It was a Ben day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-1007019762781496966</id><published>2009-01-05T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK It's New Year's Eve and mid-night is getting closer and closer, everyone around you is bragging about what they are resolving to do or not to do this new year. Did you fall victim?  Did you make any New Year Resolutions?  Not me, being the "stickler to the rules" kinda person that I am, I refused to make any!  I set the bar too high for my self then I don't do whatever I "resolved" to do.  Next thing I know, I'm beatin' myself up over not following through...it's a vicious cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went about things a little differently this year.  I waited until January 4th to decide what I was going to "try" to accomplish.  See this way I am tricking myself into thinking its a trial basis; that way I don't set the bar too high. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "bigs" and I went to the Rec Center today and started walking.  Danielle counted 20 laps we made!  I personally ran, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes I said RAN&lt;/span&gt;, 2 laps of those 20.  Those two laps I ran weren't consecutive, but they were full laps running, none the less!!  For those of you who know me (well enough) you know the "e" word is a no-no in our house.  I would like to "try"  do this on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays but I'm not committing to that until I see how much pain I'm in in the morning.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel free to leave any comments you wish.  I'd love to hear from you...whats your "new year resolution"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I have a Facebook account now and so you can post on that as well if you like.  Dave has one too!  Hope to see ya'll there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-1007019762781496966?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/1007019762781496966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions_05.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1007019762781496966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1007019762781496966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions_05.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2340535848469887506</id><published>2009-01-05T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:39:55.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK It's New Year's Eve and mid-night is getting closer and closer, everyone around you is bragging about what they are resolving to do or not to do this new year. Did you fall victim?  Did you make any New Year Resolutions?  Not me, being the "stickler to the rules" kinda person that I am, I refused to make any!  I set the bar too high for my self then I don't do whatever I "resolved" to do.  Next thing I know, I'm beatin' myself up over not following through...it's a vicious cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went about things a little differently this year.  I waited until January 4th to decide what I was going to "try" to accomplish.  See this way I am tricking myself into thinking its a trial basis; that way I don't set the bar too high. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the "bigs" and I went to the Rec Center today and started walking.  Danielle counted 20 laps we made!  I personally ran, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes I said RAN&lt;/span&gt;, 2 laps of those 20.  Those two laps I ran weren't consecutive, but they were full laps running, none the less!!  For those of you who know me (well enough) you know the "e" word is a no-no in our house.  I would like to "try"  do this on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays but I'm not committing to that until I see how much pain I'm in in the morning.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel free to leave any comments you wish.  I'd love to hear from you...whats your "new year resolution"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I have a Facebook account now and so you can post on that as well if you like.  Dave has one too!  Hope to see ya'll there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2340535848469887506?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2340535848469887506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2340535848469887506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2340535848469887506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-8455366170514194308</id><published>2008-12-31T15:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;2008 has had its share of ups and downs for the Skiles family; through it all we all consider ourselves to be abundantly blessed by God!  At some point I might feel like a re-cap of the year, but right now all I have on my mind is the menu for the evening.  Several years ago Dave started a tradition on New Years Eve of making an elaborate dinner for our family.  Most years we have been able to keep the tradition, and some years not so much.  This year we're breaking tradition and ordering out Chineese food and Sushi for dinner and root beer and cream soda floats for dessert.  I dont have to cook and I LOVE Sushi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and wish you a very prosperous and happy new year!        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-8455366170514194308?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/8455366170514194308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year_31.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8455366170514194308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/8455366170514194308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year_31.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-3241086029947594875</id><published>2008-12-31T15:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:53:28.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;2008 has had its share of ups and downs for the Skiles family; through it all we all consider ourselves to be abundantly blessed by God!  At some point I might feel like a re-cap of the year, but right now all I have on my mind is the menu for the evening.  Several years ago Dave started a tradition on New Years Eve of making an elaborate dinner for our family.  Most years we have been able to keep the tradition, and some years not so much.  This year we're breaking tradition and ordering out Chineese food and Sushi for dinner and root beer and cream soda floats for dessert.  I dont have to cook and I LOVE Sushi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and wish you a very prosperous and happy new year!        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-3241086029947594875?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/3241086029947594875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3241086029947594875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/3241086029947594875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-1323939728051592300</id><published>2008-12-29T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas is behind us and Disney is on the horizon!  What more could there be, right?  Well, let me tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle finally woke up out of her mental coma and decided she should start working through college stuff.  She found out that the Pennsylvania Governor's School has application deadlines that have to be met. The deadlines aren't just applications but they want a personal narrative and why she is choosing this specific field of study, at least two pages, no larger than size 12 font, and double spaced.  Well there are two fields of study she wants to apply for: 1) Visual Arts (photography emphasis) and 2) Health Care.  She can only accept one, (if she qualifies for any).  The kicker is,  the deadline for the visual art school is January 8, 2009, and the deadline for the health care is February 8, 2009.  OH NO RUSH!!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Danielle called Aunt Peggy to get some help in writing her narratives.  Aunt Peggy, has such an amazing a gift for writing!  She agreed to help her even though she's in the midst of helping Frankie get back into CMU for his Masters Degree.  What a blessing for me to have a resource like her to help muddle my way through all this college stuff.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;If she gets accepted Danielle would go to that campus (either University of Pittsburgh or Mercy-Hurst College in Erie) for 35 days this summer and be emerged in this study for the entire time.  This could be huge for her getting scholarships and grants for college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your thinking about us, if you could pray for Danielle: that God would give her peace and confidence that only the Holy Spirit can give, and if its Gods will for her to go to either of these schools that He would open the door for her; but most importantly she would be fully aware of Gods grace in her life and would love the Savior even more than she already does, no matter the out come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-1323939728051592300?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/1323939728051592300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/danielle_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1323939728051592300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/1323939728051592300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/danielle_29.html' title='Danielle'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-4395352457047611181</id><published>2008-12-29T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:29:02.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas is behind us and Disney is on the horizon!  What more could there be, right?  Well, let me tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle finally woke up out of her mental coma and decided she should start working through college stuff.  She found out that the Pennsylvania Governor's School has application deadlines that have to be met. The deadlines aren't just applications but they want a personal narrative and why she is choosing this specific field of study, at least two pages, no larger than size 12 font, and double spaced.  Well there are two fields of study she wants to apply for: 1) Visual Arts (photography emphasis) and 2) Health Care.  She can only accept one, (if she qualifies for any).  The kicker is,  the deadline for the visual art school is January 8, 2009, and the deadline for the health care is February 8, 2009.  OH NO RUSH!!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Danielle called Aunt Peggy to get some help in writing her narratives.  Aunt Peggy, has such an amazing a gift for writing!  She agreed to help her even though she's in the midst of helping Frankie get back into CMU for his Masters Degree.  What a blessing for me to have a resource like her to help muddle my way through all this college stuff.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;If she gets accepted Danielle would go to that campus (either University of Pittsburgh or Mercy-Hurst College in Erie) for 35 days this summer and be emerged in this study for the entire time.  This could be huge for her getting scholarships and grants for college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your thinking about us, if you could pray for Danielle: that God would give her peace and confidence that only the Holy Spirit can give, and if its Gods will for her to go to either of these schools that He would open the door for her; but most importantly she would be fully aware of Gods grace in her life and would love the Savior even more than she already does, no matter the out come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-4395352457047611181?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/4395352457047611181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/danielle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4395352457047611181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4395352457047611181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/danielle.html' title='Danielle'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-2895347932831863907</id><published>2008-12-25T21:46:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:26.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, kids are so much fun!  We had a great Christmas yesterday.  The kids all got pretty much what was on their lists, plus Dave and I added one extra thing; a trip to Disney World!  The "bigs" knew about the trip, but the "littles" didn't.  So after all the gifts were open, (or so they thought) we had a scavenger hunt for clues to what the biggest, last surprise gift would be.  We bought the new Disney Scene It game, three little stuffed animals (Mini-Mouse, Mickey Mouse, and Pooh-Bear), Disney sunglasses, and Disney t-shirts; wrapped them all individually (thanks Grammy!) and hid them in different places.  Then I read some clues, and we played the "hot/cold" game to find the gifts that would ultimately lead to the final gift - the trip.  At the final clue/present I asked them if they could guess what the last present was.  Aaron very quickly answered "pancakes?" - Side note - We always have Swedish Pancakes for breakfast on Christmas morning, and he was getting hungry!  I read the last clue again and you could see the wheels in Hannah's head turning as she was trying to figure out what it could be.  Then she questionably asked "Is it Disney World?"  When Dave and I both said "YES", she didn't know if she should laugh or cry.  Her laughter quickly turned to tears of joy and excitement.  Uncontrollable tears, filled every eye in the room. It was an amazing experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we were on our way to Bev's house, when Dave and I had some time to reflect on the mornings events. We expressed how grateful to God we are to have such great kids, and how humbled we are before God that He has chosen to bless us with the means to take them on such an elaborate vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Dave nor I deserve any of the praise or glory for any of the good things that are in our lives; like our children, how our bills get paid or even the wonderful family He has surrounded us with.  All of the glory goes to God; He has given us the knowledge and wisdom in how to best serve Him through honest, hard work and loving one another.&lt;br /&gt;We're are simply obeying the word of God.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-2895347932831863907?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/2895347932831863907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2895347932831863907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/2895347932831863907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day_25.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5554522339038448278</id><published>2008-12-25T21:46:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:32:44.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, kids are so much fun!  We had a great Christmas yesterday.  The kids all got pretty much what was on their lists, plus Dave and I added one extra thing; a trip to Disney World!  The "bigs" knew about the trip, but the "littles" didn't.  So after all the gifts were open, (or so they thought) we had a scavenger hunt for clues to what the biggest, last surprise gift would be.  We bought the new Disney Scene It game, three little stuffed animals (Mini-Mouse, Mickey Mouse, and Pooh-Bear), Disney sunglasses, and Disney t-shirts; wrapped them all individually (thanks Grammy!) and hid them in different places.  Then I read some clues, and we played the "hot/cold" game to find the gifts that would ultimately lead to the final gift - the trip.  At the final clue/present I asked them if they could guess what the last present was.  Aaron very quickly answered "pancakes?" - Side note - We always have Swedish Pancakes for breakfast on Christmas morning, and he was getting hungry!  I read the last clue again and you could see the wheels in Hannah's head turning as she was trying to figure out what it could be.  Then she questionably asked "Is it Disney World?"  When Dave and I both said "YES", she didn't know if she should laugh or cry.  Her laughter quickly turned to tears of joy and excitement.  Uncontrollable tears, filled every eye in the room. It was an amazing experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, we were on our way to Bev's house, when Dave and I had some time to reflect on the mornings events. We expressed how grateful to God we are to have such great kids, and how humbled we are before God that He has chosen to bless us with the means to take them on such an elaborate vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Dave nor I deserve any of the praise or glory for any of the good things that are in our lives; like our children, how our bills get paid or even the wonderful family He has surrounded us with.  All of the glory goes to God; He has given us the knowledge and wisdom in how to best serve Him through honest, hard work and loving one another.&lt;br /&gt;We're are simply obeying the word of God.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5554522339038448278?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5554522339038448278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5554522339038448278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5554522339038448278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-4808755925877276975</id><published>2008-12-23T11:34:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:27.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before The Day Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You can only imagine the energy that is happening in our house this week.  Hannah almost 8, Aaron almost 7, and Benjamin almost 3, are so ready for Christmas, you would think I have been feeding them sugar for weeks.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We love Christmas around here!  Dave and I get to re-live Christmas all over again through our children.  I think we get more excited about giving them gifts that are on their lists than they get receiving them. Is that possible? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get some baking done for Santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-4808755925877276975?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/4808755925877276975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-before-day-before_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4808755925877276975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/4808755925877276975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-before-day-before_23.html' title='The Day Before The Day Before'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-7827544987078381644</id><published>2008-12-23T11:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:27:33.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before The Day Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You can only imagine the energy that is happening in our house this week.  Hannah almost 8, Aaron almost 7, and Benjamin almost 3, are so ready for Christmas, you would think I have been feeding them sugar for weeks.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We love Christmas around here!  Dave and I get to re-live Christmas all over again through our children.  I think we get more excited about giving them gifts that are on their lists than they get receiving them. Is that possible? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get some baking done for Santa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-7827544987078381644?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/7827544987078381644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-before-day-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7827544987078381644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/7827544987078381644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-before-day-before.html' title='The Day Before The Day Before'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5067539800270805702</id><published>2008-12-22T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:27.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>Here's the picture of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5067539800270805702?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5067539800270805702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-of-day_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5067539800270805702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5067539800270805702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-of-day_22.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048945932492032174.post-5675337366859248448</id><published>2008-12-22T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:05:26.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>Here's the picture of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048945932492032174-5675337366859248448?l=skiles7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/feeds/5675337366859248448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5675337366859248448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048945932492032174/posts/default/5675337366859248448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skiles7.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Rhonda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18013469472844819009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qxe1y1Co5oo/THgdhhjkrnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a-C9gkD8GOY/S220/Dave+and+Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
