<?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-3778405050529587862</id><updated>2011-10-30T19:59:55.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming Where I'm Planted</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-3784784014606895693</id><published>2011-03-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:28:55.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If there's one thing I hate more than anything it's taking my children to the grocery store. I would rather have 10 root canals, any type of gynecological exam, walk down the street naked....maybe even all of those things. THAT'S how much i hate it. That being said, most days I have NO choice. Our recent trip to WalMart was one of those trips. I had to return something before we even started shopping. I am waiting patiently in the not so good customer service line and the boys are playing with that Coinstar machine. They are giggling, and I look over and they are mesmerized by the machine. I was thankful they were entertained for that moment. After a few minutes, I look over and Lawson has his pants halfway down exposing half of his bare hiney, giggling and doing some type of Beyonce (I have no idea where he gets this) booty shake. This is where I would insert the funny picture of my kids rear that i took in WalMart but instead I was kind of pretending they weren't mine and to not document the incident. You get this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587092503604107010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLUFzW40AK8/TYlXB8SSFwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/drplV1cQeqs/s320/butt.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, of course mortified, say very loudly "EXCUSE ME!", (for some reason is my go to phrase when i'm seeing something I do not approve of before I unleash my reprimanding) which was not the best choice of words since everyone at and around the customer service counter turned around to look at me and then sees my delightful child's hiney. It was a proud moment. I should have gone home right then. We finish at customer service just when I realize I am without my list!! GAH!! THEN I should have gone home, but i didn't. I continued to race around the store trying to remember everything I could while these 3 goofballs must be on a ridiculous sugar high. Nonetheless they were trying my patience! After all the whining, asking for things, going to the bathroom, being thirsty and hungry, fighting and smacking each other... we finally get to the counter to unload the groceries. Lawson looks at me and says, "Can we get out?" I give him the death stare and in a really growly voice say NOOOO! That was the quietest they had been the entire trip!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I dropped Lawson off at school and took Brody for his eye appointment with Dr. Hunter. But first they got dressed for cowboy day at school!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587093352832908578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5whVxMxHPU/TYlXzX6NPSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ovcYCzMvTtk/s320/cowboys.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm biased and all but seriously...no cuter cowboys exist. :) Lawson got to enjoy cowboy day while Brody and I waited. And waited....and waited some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyiITfIKgko/TYlYyaKslzI/AAAAAAAAADM/6p_1c-8siEU/s1600/cowboydoctor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587094435770701618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CyiITfIKgko/TYlYyaKslzI/AAAAAAAAADM/6p_1c-8siEU/s320/cowboydoctor.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Brody. I always enjoy a little one on one time with my guys since it's so rare, but usually they don't know what to do with themselves!! 2 Hours of kisses and hugs from my sweet boy...yes 2 hours of waiting, we finally see the doctor. Long story short, Brody will be getting glasses and we will continue patching him several hours a day. I have been trying to pump him up and tell him how incredibly handsome and cool he will look, so that hopefully he cooperates. We tried once when he was about 8 months and it did not go well, at all. So far he seems to like the idea and has told several friends that he has to get glasses. Hopefully he is just as cooperative when he is actually having to wear them! I finally was able to get Brody back to school for a whole hour where I think his teacher got a few pictures. I can't wait to see them! The boys love to dress up! I have one who likes to dress up and look like a man, and the other 2 just love to dress up in costumes. When putting the twins to bed they both said, "Mama can we be cowboys tomorrow?!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-3784784014606895693?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3784784014606895693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/3784784014606895693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/3784784014606895693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite.html' title='My favorite'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLUFzW40AK8/TYlXB8SSFwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/drplV1cQeqs/s72-c/butt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-5197874507134876385</id><published>2011-03-15T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:00:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Funnies</title><content type='html'>First of all, there needs to be some sort of invention for urine around the bottom of the toilet in boys bathrooms. Seriously. Just thought I'd put that out there. I am always amazed how that much pee ends up on the floor. I really think i should make the boys sit like girls until they're able to clean the floor themselves. Would that be bad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love these boys to pieces. As much as they drive me nuts, they sure crack me up--DAILY. The twins have been wanting to take showers and wash themselves. So tonight Lawson is in the shower and I yell, "Are you washing yourself?" "Yep, I am mom!" A few minutes later I peek in the shower. "See mom? I'm washing myself!" Yes, he was washing himself, with Nolan's toothbrush! I of course took it sweetly and told him he had to use his hands, not someone's toothbrush and quietly put the toothbrush away. I'm not sure where he had put that toothbrush, all i saw was him scrubbing his belly. Totally hoping that's all he washed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-5197874507134876385?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5197874507134876385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-funnies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/5197874507134876385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/5197874507134876385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-funnies.html' title='Boy Funnies'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-4017649196467160545</id><published>2011-01-18T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:53:11.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving a Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping 2011 is a MUCH better year than 2010. On this recent New Year's Eve, I learned my older brother Chris had passed away suddenly. I thought to myself, this can't be real. Not, Chris. Not again. My husband, my dad, and now another death....again. All in a mere 20 months. My brother left behind a wife, and 3 boys. But he also left behind many memories, friends and ultimately an amazing lega&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TTZtcm0OXMI/AAAAAAAAACY/iTLDaDwIcqc/s1600/chrisedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cy. A legacy of love. Kind. Generous. Selfless. Loving. Friendly. He was all of these things. It was a true testament to who he was by the sheer number of people that showed up to his service. Over 600 people came to pay respects to my brother and his family. It was amazing and completely awesome to witness how many people loved him. I hope I leave a legacy of people describing me as kind, loving, generous, selfless....I should be so blessed. The night before his service I had this vision of God opening his arms to my brother and hearing the words, "Well done my good and faithful servant, well done." It brings me so much peace knowing he is with the Lord, but so heartbroken he was taken so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563754870348714690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TTZtk5h8EsI/AAAAAAAAACg/iI7DMR1I7H4/s320/chrisedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be generous just because. You never know whose prayer you may be answering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That thing you've been wanting to do, DO IT! You never know which day will be your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile at people, greet that cashier that looks like she's having a bad day. My brother always made a point to smile and talk to people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be kinder than necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hug each other more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick your battles. Is that thing you're ticked off about really worth being upset about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go out of your way to help somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never miss an opportunity to try something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try and see the beauty in even the crappiest of situations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh everyday. Sometimes it's the only thing you have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These aren't some great and amazing words of wisdom you've never heard before. Only things I think of when I think of my brother and how true these words really are. I've got these 3 amazing angels watching over my family now, how awesome is that?! Seems pretty fitting that his cause of death was a big heart huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-4017649196467160545?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4017649196467160545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/leaving-legacy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4017649196467160545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4017649196467160545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/leaving-legacy.html' title='Leaving a Legacy'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TTZtk5h8EsI/AAAAAAAAACg/iI7DMR1I7H4/s72-c/chrisedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-8428229385933560304</id><published>2011-01-14T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:30:27.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick video post! :)</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened in the past few months but, I just don't have the energy to type it all out today. I do however have a video that I wanted to post of Nolan that I thought was awesome. He came to me last night to sing me a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, Nolan that's awesome. Did you learn that at church?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I made it up mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I am totally impressed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a long song but I was impressed with his song writing and sweet voice! I am a bit biased though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-feb98a59da8a73f3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfeb98a59da8a73f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036056%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D545B4EF2A4A15373B5B4D41C9C5698935C7F0427.8442544E8DABC7E1C366369F189C3624F0CFD9BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfeb98a59da8a73f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiX877K8iFKc9XphNUnpGDljdooo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfeb98a59da8a73f3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330036056%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D545B4EF2A4A15373B5B4D41C9C5698935C7F0427.8442544E8DABC7E1C366369F189C3624F0CFD9BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfeb98a59da8a73f3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiX877K8iFKc9XphNUnpGDljdooo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-8428229385933560304?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8428229385933560304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-quick-video-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/8428229385933560304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/8428229385933560304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-quick-video-post.html' title='Just a quick video post! :)'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-8707969671027354081</id><published>2010-08-31T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:59:50.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouths...</title><content type='html'>So I'm cooking dinner listening to the boys play Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawson: I wanna kiss a girl!&lt;br /&gt;Nolan: You do?! (giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm already thinking...oh my gosh, am I already having to worry about this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did Lawson just say he wants to kiss a girl?&lt;br /&gt;Nolan: (laughing) yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you don't wanna kiss girls Lawson. They have cooties!&lt;br /&gt;Lawson: Whaaat??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brody chimes in out of nowhere:&lt;br /&gt;Brody: No mom, girls have gynas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I about lost it I was laughing so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-8707969671027354081?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8707969671027354081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/out-of-mouths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/8707969671027354081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/8707969671027354081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/out-of-mouths.html' title='Out of the mouths...'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-1980322597493902658</id><published>2010-08-31T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:35:07.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So apparently blogging is not my thing</title><content type='html'>Since it's been almost a year since I've updated ANYthing!! Yikes. My dad passed away in May. That was not expected at all, but I am so thankful the boys and I surprised him in April with a visit. I will remember that always, it's such a sweet memory. Let's see...Nolan started first grade. That is huge. It's times like those that I really wish Mark was here to see him off. I always think we're supposed to both be there waving goodbye after walking him to class. Nonetheless, Nolan did great. Even though the night before it took some convincing since he was SURE that in first grade you don't get to play. I convinced him that was not true and that he still would have recess, etc. When I picked him up he was grinning and said his teacher was so sweet and, "Mom, I didn't even make one bad decision!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins will start preschool next week and I've already pretty much decided that they won't start kindergarten next year even though they will be eligible. Their birthdays are the end of July and i just don't think they'll be totally ready, nor do I want them to struggle at all. So 2 more years of preschool to pay for. AGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other updates, I have met a wonderful man. :) He is amazing, tall, handsome, can dance, has a HUGE heart, loves the Lord, loves me, and of course the boys. I just never dreamed I would meet someone like him. I feel so, so blessed. He's already met most of the family other than my brother Chris who's in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta cut this post short...be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-1980322597493902658?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1980322597493902658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-apparently-blogging-is-not-my-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/1980322597493902658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/1980322597493902658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-apparently-blogging-is-not-my-thing.html' title='So apparently blogging is not my thing'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-4269380335969478479</id><published>2009-09-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:23:32.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give us strength</title><content type='html'>Being a mom is tough. Being a mom of kids that lost their dad, just plain sucks sometimes. I don't have all the answers. I wish i did. I wish I knew what to tell Nolan when he asks, "Why can't God let daddy come back? Why did he have to take MY daddy?" Tonight was full of tears. For both of us. He had stayed the night at his uncle's house whom he adores. Unfortunately he hadn't seen him in months. I knew it was going to be hard to come home. He wants a man in his life full time, not part-time. I just don't have the right answers for him. All I know to do is hold him and tell him it will be ok. He's crying as he says, "mama, when am I gonna have a daddy again?" I don't want to have a pity party and say why me but why THEM? How is this fair? I understand that God will bring someone into my life someday but in the process sometimes I don't know what to say. So I said, "Let's just pray right now." So we did. I prayed God would bring him comfort, that he would wrap his arms around him and show him how much love he has for him and that it would be ok. Bring him peace Lord, please. We prayed for a few minutes and we started talking a bit. Then Nolan said, "mama, can you pray again please?" I just want to squish him sometimes. He's got such a good, sweet heart. I hope God gives that sweet heart of his some comfort through the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-4269380335969478479?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4269380335969478479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-us-strength.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4269380335969478479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4269380335969478479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-us-strength.html' title='Give us strength'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-4997387706363964987</id><published>2009-09-16T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:58:16.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post!</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog but i just haven't. God is ever present in my life and although some things are confusing in my life I always manage to have peace in my heart about everything. God just takes care of us no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pine Cove for a week and had a fabulous time! It was so much fun! Well I wont lie, the first day by the time i got all the kids in the cabin and tried to get them ready for bed I wanted to go home. Actually I believe i said outloud, "well....i'm ready to go home." As the kids were screaming bloody murder in the 10x10 room. It was a lot at first. The twins were clingy, always wanting me to hold them both, and at 3 years old and 30 pounds each it gets tiring. As a result I have really toned arms! ;)  The twins went to their own thing during certain ours of the day and Nolan went to his age group during that time. The parents got to listen to Dr. Tim Kimmel who was our guest speaker who was fabulous. After the first half of the first day, I went up to him to ask him a few things and after he started responding to my question, I started crying. I was overwhelmed with the thought of trying to raise 3 boys into good Christian men, on my own. Sweet Dr. Kimmel then asked for Dutch to get me all 3 of his books from the camp store and handed them to me. It was really sweet. Although I'm pretty sure he was thinking this lady needs all the help she can get! He then talked to me again after the session, as did his wife and told me that I wouldn't have to raise them alone for long because I wouldn't be single for a long period of time. See? Such a thoughtful man, possibly delusional however. ;) The last day was great. I got to go on a wonderful morning bike ride, zipline (tried to convince Nolan, he did make it to the top, however he was not voluntarily going over the ledge), and do some slingshot swing thingamajig, went horseback riding (my butt was sore for DAYS). That night was carnival night and we ran into a few of the Young Guns! It was so nice to have them meet the boys. Nolan was thrilled and they were so sweet with my guys. Later that evening Dutch (head of camp) came up to me and asked how our week went. I was honest, told him i was so overwhelmed the first few days but we ended up having a fabulous time and made some great friends. He then replied, "Well, I'm glad you had fun because a family anonymously donated and already paid your way to come back next year." At this point my eyes filled up with tears. Pine Cove is such a wonderful place where the counselors are on fire for the Lord, they absolutely love the kids, and love their job serving there. It was a very humbling experience. It was awesome to be able sit in a hammock in quiet and pray and enjoy God's beauty there. Thank you God for the wonderful people there and to generous family that donated to pay our way next year. We can't wait to go back and see our friends again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins have been coming into my bed almost every night. This has resulted in me sleeping even LESS than i already have been. Due to my own laziness of not wanting to deal with the fits that will ensue I've just put up with it up to this point. I wouldn't mind them being in my bed except that Brody has to have his elbows, legs, face..oh right his entire body must be touching me AND sharing my tiny pillow. So as of a few days ago I ordered them big boy twin beds. Because once they get their new beds they are going to stay in their beds ALLLL NIGHT! That's the "plan" anyway. Plan B is to turn the doorknob around so they are locked in all night! Oh yeah....that's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to bed. I will try to write more and...soon. Love to you all. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-4997387706363964987?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4997387706363964987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4997387706363964987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4997387706363964987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post!'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-5319801424935445026</id><published>2009-07-17T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:55:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's this for a blessing?</title><content type='html'>Where do I start? Well...the boys and I needed to downsize. I won't get into details but it was necessary. Luckily we only had to move down the road. My great friend Heather has been helping me. Really, she's been doing all the organizing, scheduling of everything and everyone wanting to come to help me. I love HEATHER. There I said it. She loves me too. :) LOL. She's laughing right now. Anyway....we had set to have people come over Tuesday to help us move everything out. Monday afternoon she gets a call from Kevin at PineCove. For all of you that don't know what Pine Cove is it's a Christian Camp here in Tyler, TX. They have a group of guys called the Young Guns. The Young Guns is a 5-week program at Pine Cove of high school seniors that want to better themselves and in a sense... become men. They are pushed to the limits physically, emotionally and reconnect with God. It's an amazing program I plan on signing my boys up for when the time comes. :) For more info see this video &lt;a href="http://www.pinecove.com/video/videoPopup.cfm?videoNum=FC490CA45C"&gt;http://www.pinecove.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinecove.com/video/videoPopup.cfm?videoNum=FC490CA45C"&gt;/video/videoPopup.cfm?videoNum=FC490CA45C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin says he has the Young Guns that are ready to come and help with the move. In fact, FIFTEEN young men show up complete with 2 vehicles and two trailers to help. We already had 1 trailer ready to go. I had no idea they were going to bring trailers. Not only were they ready to work, they were already filthy from a days hard work (they arrived at 630 pm) , complete with poison ivy (they had been chopping logs all day) and ready to go some more. The group leader got out of the car, spoke with us about what we needed done and went back to the vehicles and i'm assuming gave them the rundown. They all got out and just went in the house and started bringing everything out into the trailer. I am not exaggerating when I say in less than TWENTY MINUTES these young men had 3 trailers packed from my house. Not just boxes mind you, they had the beds taken apart and everything! It was so amazing to witness these wonderful young men who were not only humble, kind and hard-working, but WANTING to do what they could to help. We provided them with water, coke and cookies. They seemed to be really excited about the soda so i'm assuming it's not allowed at camp! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are starting to move stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFUBZ_W1aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Tew9F2GyApc/s1600-h/guns3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359657414680827298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFUBZ_W1aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Tew9F2GyApc/s320/guns3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFT1ihVoHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fI5gngtZmbw/s1600-h/guns2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359657210812407922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFT1ihVoHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fI5gngtZmbw/s320/guns2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFTofbwfrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bkhOBVPdYbY/s1600-h/guns.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359656986645397170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFTofbwfrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bkhOBVPdYbY/s320/guns.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They moved my entire house in less than 3 hours! I'm talking taken furniture apart and put back together in that amount of time. And even more impressive was we had rented a dolly with furniture straps that they NEVER touched. They lifted everything by hand, as a team. The dresser complete with drawers and clothes, the fridge mostly full....everything...they lifted together as a group, as brothers. What a humbling experience for me. I was so amazed at their generosity and kindness and willingness to help. One guy even asked if i please sit down. Haha. Not really my style with 3 young boys. ;) But the thought was so sweet. To say I am so blessed to have these young men come help me in my time of need. What an amazing group of men. What an awesome example of God's work here. Here's some pics of my angels as I call them but they like to be referred to as ....the Young guns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFUMZLOwxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjsAxXyxzww/s1600-h/guns4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359657603440755474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFUMZLOwxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjsAxXyxzww/s320/guns4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends made me pose for this ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359657831083334274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFUZpNc2oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3GcthsGGmHs/s320/guns5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-5319801424935445026?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5319801424935445026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hows-this-for-blessing.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/5319801424935445026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/5319801424935445026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hows-this-for-blessing.html' title='How&apos;s this for a blessing?'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/SmFUBZ_W1aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Tew9F2GyApc/s72-c/guns3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-4210607149660196895</id><published>2009-06-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:10:53.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments with Nolan</title><content type='html'>As we're sitting down to dinner tonight the following conversation followed. (that totally sounds like I'm introducing a reenactment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, did you work today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I did for a little while, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have to work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well mama has to work to help support us now? Is it weird having mama work now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A little. If you die nobody will take care of us."&lt;br /&gt;"Buddy, of course you would have someone to take care of you. Mama isn't sick. Daddy had something wrong with him that doesn't happen to most people. Most people live a long, long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I will. I will take care of me and my brothers."&lt;br /&gt;"If I died, you would have lots of people that would WANT to take care of you. But I don't want you to worry about that. Mama is taking care of us. And God is taking care of all of us. No matter what God will take care of us. You know that right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you gonna get married again?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm...maybe someday. Why do you want mama to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Cause I want another daddy."&lt;br /&gt;"Well buddy, even if I do get married someday, nobody will replace your daddy. It would just be ONE more person to love you. Daddy is still your daddy, just from heaven now." (big smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are my brothers and you gonna go to heaven too?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well....Someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I don't want to go to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you and my brothers can but I don't believe in God so I won't go to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"Nolan, I know you believe in God. Are you worried that if you believe in God you'll go to heaven NOW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Nolan remember we talked about heaven and how Daddy is all better now and that it is a wonderful place that if we believe in God we will get to live forever. You get to see all the people that died before us. Don't you want to meet Jesus in person?"&lt;br /&gt;Big grin now... "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I how much I love you right?"&lt;br /&gt;"As big as the planets?"&lt;br /&gt;"How about as big as the universe."&lt;br /&gt;"What's a universe?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-4210607149660196895?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4210607149660196895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments-with-nolan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4210607149660196895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4210607149660196895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/moments-with-nolan.html' title='Moments with Nolan'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-5788443704620230019</id><published>2009-06-26T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T05:58:15.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abundantly blessed</title><content type='html'>To say I'm blessed is an understatement. Let me just explain the last week and a half. Molly called me and said that Kay from the church office called her and said that something was coming in the mail. I smiled thinking it was a little gift of some sort, ie a bible or i don't know...something like that. A few days later I get a check for $1500. All the check says is "Love Gift". Now I know Kay most likely knows who this person(s) is but apparantly they want to remain anonymous. There's more.....a few days later I see Meredith while taking Nolan to vacation bible school.&lt;br /&gt;She says, "ummmm, have you checked your email this morning?" I&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet."&lt;br /&gt;"Well when I got home yesterday there was an envelope under my door with your name on it."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and in it was a check for $2ooo!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!! Who would be giving me $2000?!"&lt;br /&gt;She starts explaining that this is a man who also lost his father when he was 9 and he wanted to reach out to me and my family. He doesn't want a thank you or a card, he just wants me to have it. Seriously....I don't know what to say OTHER than thank you. It really is so amazing how God is taking care of the boys and I. Just simply amazing. The thing that is even neater is that everyone else around us sees it too, and I know that's exactly what God wants. Ok, fast forward to yesterday. Nolan and I had dentist appointments. I had purchased a discount dental plan through fittingly &lt;a href="http://www.dentalplans.com/"&gt;http://www.dentalplans.com/&lt;/a&gt; (I highly recommend this, super savings!) Anyway....we had our appointment, Nolan was a rockstar. He was so brave, went back all by himself like the big boy that he is. Dr. Kitt wanted to seal 2 of his molars due to a spot. We finish our appointments and I hand the lady my generic piece of paper that is supposed to be my "dental card". It looked real official. She copied it and said she would submit it to the insurance company and handed it back to me. I, slightly embarassed, tell her sweetly (as the card states in big &lt;strong&gt;BOLD &lt;/strong&gt;letters) "Oh it's not actual insurance it's just a discount plan." She looks at it again and says, "Ok. You're good." with a smile on her face. Me, slightly confused, "Sooo, are you just going to send me a bill then?" Still with a big smile on her face, "No, Dr. Kitt says you're good." Yep, Dr. Kitt didn't charge me anything for either appointment! I just told him thank you so much on the way out and I plan on sending him a thank you card. What else can I do? I know people say to just accept these things with graciousness but sometimes I'm really in awe of what to say or do. All I know is I/We are so loved in this community. God is surrounding me with all of these wonderful people. THIS is the reason why I have peace. THESE moments tell me that everything is going to be just fine. While I still have sorrow there is much more JOY now. And for that I am so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-5788443704620230019?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5788443704620230019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-say-im-blessed-is-understatement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/5788443704620230019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/5788443704620230019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-say-im-blessed-is-understatement.html' title='Abundantly blessed'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-2690452271182713409</id><published>2009-06-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:14:10.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to bloom</title><content type='html'>Ok so as you can see I love the phrase "bloom where you are planted". I remember it so well from the movie Facing The Giants. (if you have yet to see this movie, rent it NOW) It really comes from the parable of two farmers. Both farmers desperately needed rain to save their crops. One farmer prepared his field for the rain, and the other did not. One prepared his field trusting that God would send the rain when He was ready. The question is: which farmer are you? Are you preparing your fields to receive the rain? We serve a God that opens doors that no one can shut. He shuts doors where no one can open. In Revelations 3, God said, "I have placed for you an open door that no one can shut. I know you dont have much strength yet you have kept my word and did not deny my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is not through with you. Until He is to move you, you are to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bloom where you are planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So it doesn't matter where we are in life. Some of us may be at the end of our rope and some may be on top of the world. Either place, you are meant to be right &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So start bloomin' people! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-2690452271182713409?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2690452271182713409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-bloom.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/2690452271182713409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/2690452271182713409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-bloom.html' title='Trying to bloom'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-2723471580271921678</id><published>2009-06-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:58:24.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>So I really don't like the name of this blog and am currently feeling a lot of pressure to come up with something really clever and meaningful. Off to think....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-2723471580271921678?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2723471580271921678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/2723471580271921678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/2723471580271921678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3778405050529587862.post-4329207746657846379</id><published>2009-06-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:57:35.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There IS Life after death</title><content type='html'>I'm joining this blogging community only because I keep telling myself I need to write these things down. I need to write down these wonderful things that are happening and the chain of events surrounding my life and typing is so much easier and faster than that old school pen and paper. :) So...... this will probably be a complete mish mosh of thoughts for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how God can carry you through rough times. I feel His love holding me and giving me that peace that says everything will be ok. I can't explain the peace I feel. That even in the midst of this tough time, I still feel amazingly happy. I can't explain it. I've since learned that's something only God can give you. I was being questioned by several people, even though it had only been 6 weeks since Mark died. Why I hadn't gotten a job, what was I going to do, where was I going to live?? I was feeling all this pressure from others around me. You know....I just felt....OK. Things were going to be OK. God was telling me....it's ok. Things will work out, don't worry. A few days later, I had a job handed to me. Not just any job mind you. EXACTLY what I had prayed for. The money, the flexibility, EVERYTHING. And really, I'm told, we were both an answer to one anothers prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one tells you how to grieve. What I've learned is there is no right or wrong way to grieve. If i'm feeling happy, that's ok. If I feel shitty, that's ok too. If I'm pissed at God, that's just dandy. There is no "normal". I guess it's ok that I feel my husband hasn't been "here" since BEFORE November '08. It's ok that I'm happy buying whatever toothpaste I want without having to worry if it's what the other person likes. Weird? Yes. Okay? Yes. No one can tell you when is the right time to date, move somewhere new, because really.....there is no "right" time. Either way you go it's either going to be too soon or you've been wallowing in your sorrows for too long. I loved Mark with all my heart but.... as much as I'm trying to grieve, at the same time I'm trying to move on. I know that he's with the Lord and I'm ok with that. I know that I will be ok, it's the boys I worry about. Nolan asked me the other day if I was going to get another husband. As if it's something I could pick up at Walgreens later today. I told him......well.... maybe someday. Yet, I hope I do. I know how much these boys need that male influence in their lives. I am so, so blessed with the people I have in my life. I have MANY people in my church, my friends, my life.... offering amd WANTING to be with my precious boys. Thank you God for these wonderful male role models in my boys lives. So really, nothing is normal. No timeline...nothing. It's all just.....figure it out as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly, You have been so great to me. You love our family with no expectations. I love your family so much and am so thankful for you. My boys love Kelly and your kids with every fiber of their being. I don't know where I'd be without you in my life. You truly are an angel to me. A well-oiled machined angel at that! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethel Bible, I was led to your church for a reason and am so so thankful for the love, the friendship, the guidance, the meals, EVERYTHING you have so humbly and graciously given me. THANK YOU. I love my church. YOU are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should sign off now seeing as it's almost 1AM. Love to all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3778405050529587862-4329207746657846379?l=myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4329207746657846379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-is-life-after-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4329207746657846379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3778405050529587862/posts/default/4329207746657846379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfullblessedlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-is-life-after-death.html' title='There IS Life after death'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01963568704356369255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2jZgAhQftc/TH0UtVvQFVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1cESJhczuE/S220/thefam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
