<?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-6315918267720338482</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:21:51.325-05:00</updated><category term='suggestions'/><category term='frugal'/><category term='paint'/><category term='finances'/><category term='photography'/><category term='funky crafts'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='furnishings'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='fall'/><category term='makeovers'/><category term='faith'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='festive'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='travel'/><category term='tutorials'/><category term='food'/><category term='ducks'/><category term='family'/><category term='pleaser'/><category term='chickens'/><category term='fun'/><title type='text'>New Every Morning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>618</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-7865043653700990465</id><published>2012-01-27T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:21:51.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Encouragement From Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDQsqUEZq8o/TyMQjEiqyFI/AAAAAAAAEE0/THnBrtwz4_E/s1600/DSC_0230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDQsqUEZq8o/TyMQjEiqyFI/AAAAAAAAEE0/THnBrtwz4_E/s640/DSC_0230.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Encouragement: a balm of words to the soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a society inundated with children being pushed to be the best at everything they do, we sometimes lose focus on &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;who &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;they are. &amp;nbsp;I fear we are creating a generation that will not know the value of being over doing; character over accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a lonely soul my child will grow up to be if she feels valued only because of her accomplishments. &amp;nbsp;I need to intentionally give words of affirmation to the &lt;i&gt;person&lt;/i&gt; my child is and her importance as a member of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few ways we've tried to instill encouragement into our daily conversations.&lt;br /&gt;1. Say "&lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;" multiple times a day. &amp;nbsp;Those three words, when repeated (genuinely) hold such power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "&lt;b&gt;I'm so glad I get to be your mom&lt;/b&gt;" is a phrase I try to say every single day. &amp;nbsp;It speaks words of love and teaches them that motherhood is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I used to pick my kids up in the carpool line, one phrase I used each afternoon in the car on the way home was, "&lt;b&gt;I missed you today&lt;/b&gt;." &amp;nbsp;I wanted my kids to know that they still remained in my heart even when we were apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One of the phrases I've been working on is, "&lt;b&gt;you sure make my life fun&lt;/b&gt;." &amp;nbsp;Yes, we have tough days, but for the most part, I wouldn't trade this time of my life for anything. &amp;nbsp;They need to know that they bring me joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This last one is tricky because it requires balance. &amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;You make me proud&lt;/b&gt;." &amp;nbsp;We all need to hear that, even as adults. &amp;nbsp;I just have to make sure they know I'm proud... without the expectation of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own mom did such a great job being my cheerleader while I was growing up. &amp;nbsp;The Lord knew I needed her encouragement; after all, my #1 &lt;a href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/"&gt;love language&lt;/a&gt; is words of affirmation. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL0FiZmWhTw/TyNNLI7NwGI/AAAAAAAAEE8/ES2LpWjuy3I/s1600/DSC_0614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL0FiZmWhTw/TyNNLI7NwGI/AAAAAAAAEE8/ES2LpWjuy3I/s400/DSC_0614.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work, fellow moms! &amp;nbsp;Your words will last a lifetime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-7865043653700990465?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/7865043653700990465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=7865043653700990465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7865043653700990465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7865043653700990465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/encouragement-from-moms.html' title='Encouragement From Moms'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yDQsqUEZq8o/TyMQjEiqyFI/AAAAAAAAEE0/THnBrtwz4_E/s72-c/DSC_0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6792285949803116129</id><published>2012-01-25T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:38:38.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Chocolate Ganache Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uzyeLnBjIk/TyAep1Q8MzI/AAAAAAAAEEU/puOUwMr1xYE/s1600/DSC_1154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uzyeLnBjIk/TyAep1Q8MzI/AAAAAAAAEEU/puOUwMr1xYE/s640/DSC_1154.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know how it is. &amp;nbsp;You've been doing great on your healthy eating plan, and then you blow it by eating a processed, packaged treat you found in your kids' lunchbox stash. &amp;nbsp;Well, I'm telling you, this recipe is worth blowing the diet over. &amp;nbsp;Go big or go home. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Peanut Butter Chocolate Ganache Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;(18.25) package&amp;nbsp;plain yellow cake mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/2 cup butter,&amp;nbsp;melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 cup creamy peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 (12 oz) package semi-sweet&amp;nbsp;chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2 Tablespoons butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Preheat oven to 325 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Combine cake&amp;nbsp;mix, melted butter, peanut butter, and eggs in a large bowl using a mixer or spoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Press this into a 9X13 pan reserving 1 1/2 cups of the mixture to crumble on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In a small pot, combine chocolate chips, sweetened condensed milk, and butter; stirring until melted. Remove from heat and spread chocolate mixture over the mixture pressed in the pan. Crumble the 1 1/2 cups of reserved cake mixture on top evenly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Bake for 20-25 minutes. Cool completely before cutting into bars.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6792285949803116129?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6792285949803116129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6792285949803116129&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6792285949803116129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6792285949803116129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/peanut-butter-chocolate-ganache-bars.html' title='Peanut Butter Chocolate Ganache Bars'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1uzyeLnBjIk/TyAep1Q8MzI/AAAAAAAAEEU/puOUwMr1xYE/s72-c/DSC_1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-9090018725837980905</id><published>2012-01-24T11:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:49:48.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Every Day Is A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e23sXfIqYeY/Tx2LgZI9tdI/AAAAAAAAEEE/gGAYfFyz6HI/s1600/DSC_0439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e23sXfIqYeY/Tx2LgZI9tdI/AAAAAAAAEEE/gGAYfFyz6HI/s640/DSC_0439.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I stand at a crossroads each morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I choose to make the most of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or let the day get the most of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Many days I just let the current of life take me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The problem in doing so often leaves me floundering, drowning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was recently challenged by three questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So simple, yet profound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;1. What do I need to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;SEE &lt;/span&gt;today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I often walk blindly through my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;2. Is there a hurt I need to identify?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who&amp;nbsp;needs the love of Christ today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;3. If I could change one thing to make my sphere of influence (today) a better place, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My answer to that question changes each day. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I need to offer forgiveness. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I need to offer physical help. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I need to be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These three questions were offered as a way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to seek God's direction for my day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What if I asked them from a spiritual standpoint?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What if I asked &amp;nbsp;as a wife?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What if I asked as a mother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What if I asked as a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think the tide would carry me if I would intentionally begin my day seeking His direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6315918267720338482-9090018725837980905?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/9090018725837980905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=9090018725837980905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/9090018725837980905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/9090018725837980905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/every-day-is-gift.html' title='Every Day Is A Gift'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e23sXfIqYeY/Tx2LgZI9tdI/AAAAAAAAEEE/gGAYfFyz6HI/s72-c/DSC_0439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8212264943174532731</id><published>2012-01-23T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:49:43.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrdU73DY0IE/Tx28RlqKyoI/AAAAAAAAEEM/J_tCTp9mWw4/s1600/DSC_0604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrdU73DY0IE/Tx28RlqKyoI/AAAAAAAAEEM/J_tCTp9mWw4/s640/DSC_0604.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. This was our family Christmas photo. &amp;nbsp;We cut our Christmas card list in half in 2010. &amp;nbsp;This year we cut it in half again. &amp;nbsp;With the cost of postage rising, something had to give. &amp;nbsp;Forgive me if you didn't get a card this year. &amp;nbsp;Consider this your card (with much love) &amp;nbsp;I meant to post it earlier with a "Merry Christmas" message but it never got done. &amp;nbsp;Since we're way past New Years, how about this: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Happy Winter from the NEM family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friday night I had the house to myself for the &lt;u&gt;entire night&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I don't think that has happened in over 12 years. &amp;nbsp;My boys went on a duck hunt at the coast; my oldest (&lt;i&gt;why don't I like the word eldest? &amp;nbsp;It bothers me&lt;/i&gt;...) &amp;nbsp;went on a ski trip and my other sweet girl had a sleepover with a friend. &lt;br /&gt;Oh the glorious silence! &amp;nbsp;I met friends for dinner and then came home to watch a movie. &amp;nbsp;Alone. &amp;nbsp;With the volume turned up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My movie of choice was The Help. &amp;nbsp;Have you seen it? &amp;nbsp;Read the book first. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Loved&lt;/b&gt; it. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I am disappointed with movies if I've read the book. &amp;nbsp;Not this one. &amp;nbsp;Such a good chic flick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I really enjoyed having a whole day with just one daughter. &amp;nbsp;We gave each other the spa treatment, played with the puppies and had my favorite kind of dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;whateveryoucanfind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I said "whatever you can find" I meant a bowl of cereal or something of that nature. &amp;nbsp;I heard my 10 year old banging around in the kitchen and later asked, "&lt;i&gt;so what did you have&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Her reply, "&lt;i&gt;cantaloupe, pickles, and chips&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;Don't be jealous. &amp;nbsp;You know I just won mother-of-the-year award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Upon returning from a weekend with 50 middle schoolers, my daughter asked, "&lt;i&gt;when do boys stop being weird and acting gross?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate answer was, "&lt;i&gt;when you're 30&lt;/i&gt;." &amp;nbsp;My friend with 3 grown boys said I should have answered, "&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I firmly believe in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;My afternoon has proven it golden. &amp;nbsp;I love listening to my children play together. &amp;nbsp;The office has been transformed into a dentist office; the dining room is a doctor's office and my daughter's room is library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please call to make an appointment.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying a cup of &lt;strike&gt;joy&lt;/strike&gt; joe by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8212264943174532731?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8212264943174532731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8212264943174532731&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8212264943174532731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8212264943174532731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-musings.html' title='Monday Musings'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrdU73DY0IE/Tx28RlqKyoI/AAAAAAAAEEM/J_tCTp9mWw4/s72-c/DSC_0604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6079410087857450705</id><published>2012-01-18T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:11:15.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Red Letter Words</title><content type='html'>Back in the late fall, &lt;a href="http://www.redletterwords.com//index.cfm"&gt;Red Letter Words &lt;/a&gt;had an amazing giveaway. &amp;nbsp;Much to my delighted surprise, I was a winner!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great giveaway, because &lt;i&gt;she let me choose &lt;/i&gt;the 12x12 mounted print. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell you, it was a &lt;b&gt;hard&lt;/b&gt; decision because there are so many beautiful choices.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I chose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6VXPBs4OO8/TxdKJWVAyFI/AAAAAAAAED0/B5h5nK7C0sQ/s1600/redletter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6VXPBs4OO8/TxdKJWVAyFI/AAAAAAAAED0/B5h5nK7C0sQ/s640/redletter.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided that this was just what our family needed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all need those fruits, don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the perfect accessory for my winter mantle (click &lt;a href="http://www.neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-november.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see it on my fall mantle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you haven't visited her website (they are a precious family!) go check it out. &amp;nbsp;You won't be disappointed. &amp;nbsp;She has added even more to her &lt;a href="http://www.redletterwords.com/index.cfm?cat_id=79"&gt;line of products&lt;/a&gt; since the giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I get to choose a print, but I also got to choose a &lt;a href="http://www.redletterwords.com/index.cfm?cat_id=187"&gt;candle&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as part of the giveaway.&amp;nbsp; Talk about generous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cg46mbMurwk/TxdL8u2XowI/AAAAAAAAED8/7LDJusnmSjQ/s1600/DSC_1139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cg46mbMurwk/TxdL8u2XowI/AAAAAAAAED8/7LDJusnmSjQ/s400/DSC_1139.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosemary Mint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her prints are very high quality and mounted beautifully. &amp;nbsp;All of her work is so refreshing and encouraging. &amp;nbsp;Don't you love finding a business like that? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.redletterwords.com/index.cfm?cat_id=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see Red Letter Words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Red Letter Words did not ask me to write this post. &amp;nbsp;It is of my own free will (no one held me by my toenails or beat me with a noodle). &amp;nbsp;I just appreciate good workmanship and a generous giveaway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6079410087857450705?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6079410087857450705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6079410087857450705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6079410087857450705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6079410087857450705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/red-letter-words.html' title='Red Letter Words'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X6VXPBs4OO8/TxdKJWVAyFI/AAAAAAAAED0/B5h5nK7C0sQ/s72-c/redletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-7799764918186722772</id><published>2012-01-17T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:39:21.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Little Tiny Soap Box</title><content type='html'>It's been two and a half years since we embarked on this journey called homeschooling. &amp;nbsp;While I have found that most people have been supportive,&amp;nbsp;we still have some family members that just don't get this whole "homeschooling &amp;nbsp;business." &lt;br /&gt;We've been told to send our kids to "real" school. &amp;nbsp;We will, most likely, one day. &amp;nbsp;But for now, we strongly believe this is what is right for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've heard lots of reasons to &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; homeschool, but the&amp;nbsp;one that &lt;u&gt;slays&lt;/u&gt; me is, "&lt;i&gt;you're wasting your tax dollars by not utilizing what you've helped pay for: public school.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;Just because we don't use the Sheriff's department or the fire department every week doesn't mean we are wasting our tax dollars, does it? &amp;nbsp;It leaves me wondering if they utilize the public library, public museums, or public parks on a regular basis. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry. &amp;nbsp;I just get a wee bit frustrated when others judge our decision&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-debate.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see a post about why we chose to homeschool; and &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/calling-truce.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read about moms judging each other.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a dear friend posted this video on Facebook and it made me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a homeschool family or not, I think you'll find it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xJHt-m3VX6o?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am still in my pajamas! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-7799764918186722772?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/7799764918186722772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=7799764918186722772&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7799764918186722772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7799764918186722772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-tiny-soap-box.html' title='Little Tiny Soap Box'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xJHt-m3VX6o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5329302642356666865</id><published>2012-01-16T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:36:14.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>4 Ingredient Crockpot Chicken Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_e3gkuEiME/TxTm4-kDh2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/wY7Onw8Je1g/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_e3gkuEiME/TxTm4-kDh2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/wY7Onw8Je1g/s640/food.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was one of those days that I had nothing to make for dinner and winced as I opened the pantry. &amp;nbsp;Grabbing a bag of frozen chicken breasts and the crock pot, I thought it was worth a try. &amp;nbsp;It turned out to be a family favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Pulled Chicken Sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle Heinz Chili Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;4-6 chicken breasts (thawed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix 1st three ingredients. &amp;nbsp;Fill empty Heinz jar with water and add to mix.&lt;br /&gt;Add chicken and cook on low 6 hours or high 3 hours... or until chicken is done.&lt;br /&gt;Shred chicken with two forks and serve on kaiser rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5329302642356666865?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5329302642356666865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5329302642356666865&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5329302642356666865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5329302642356666865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-ingredient-crockpot-chicken.html' title='4 Ingredient Crockpot Chicken Sandwiches'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_e3gkuEiME/TxTm4-kDh2I/AAAAAAAAEDs/wY7Onw8Je1g/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3109404492063197064</id><published>2012-01-13T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:22:32.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><title type='text'>Carpet Miracle</title><content type='html'>Do you remember my &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-cleaning-floors-becomes-privilege.html"&gt;not-so-wonderful moment&lt;/a&gt; last month when my dog decided to eat charred squirrel and then give it back to us ON THE CARPET?&lt;br /&gt;I tried &lt;u&gt;everything.&lt;/u&gt; &amp;nbsp;Seriously, every. stinkin. thing to try to get it out. &lt;br /&gt;NOTHING worked. &lt;br /&gt;And then along came &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/neweveryam/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little scared to try it. &amp;nbsp;But hey, at this point I had nothing to loose. &amp;nbsp;Either it would:&lt;br /&gt;a.) work and we would rejoice&lt;br /&gt;b.) do nothing and I would have to figure something else out&lt;br /&gt;c.) bleach my carpet and we would have to replace it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a try and it worked!!! &lt;br /&gt;Nothing short of a carpet miracle. &amp;nbsp;Wanna know the trick? &amp;nbsp;I'll share, but don't be scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_d9mHDw4GQ/TxCDLmDJFpI/AAAAAAAAEDc/N909OFia2Pw/s1600/DSC_1026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_d9mHDw4GQ/TxCDLmDJFpI/AAAAAAAAEDc/N909OFia2Pw/s640/DSC_1026.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 parts Hydrogen Peroxide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 part Dawn dish soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour it on and scrub with a clean towel. &amp;nbsp;All of the stain (and my angst) disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this fun (quick) video for a good laugh. &amp;nbsp;He's totally describing what I do. &amp;nbsp;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/diTvOZ1j5r8?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I can't resist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIH9Hgp-FaE/TxCDZiYs1DI/AAAAAAAAEDk/I-nLKdli1V4/s1600/DSC_1114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIH9Hgp-FaE/TxCDZiYs1DI/AAAAAAAAEDk/I-nLKdli1V4/s400/DSC_1114.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3109404492063197064?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3109404492063197064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3109404492063197064&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3109404492063197064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3109404492063197064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/carpet-miracle.html' title='Carpet Miracle'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_d9mHDw4GQ/TxCDLmDJFpI/AAAAAAAAEDc/N909OFia2Pw/s72-c/DSC_1026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1898298376585070582</id><published>2012-01-12T11:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:16:33.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Pomegranates to Polish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNCKHf3IDmE/Tw7xMmwYzzI/AAAAAAAAEDU/88g5USf8PbQ/s1600/greek2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNCKHf3IDmE/Tw7xMmwYzzI/AAAAAAAAEDU/88g5USf8PbQ/s640/greek2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm everywhere today, so hang on. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. I have a new lunch obsession. &amp;nbsp;Greek yogurt with pomegranate seeds. &amp;nbsp;So refreshing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhZ-2a6vVH0/Tw7xLTBmmHI/AAAAAAAAEDM/QR2OxhQzBWY/s1600/greek1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NhZ-2a6vVH0/Tw7xLTBmmHI/AAAAAAAAEDM/QR2OxhQzBWY/s400/greek1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever cut a pomegranate? &amp;nbsp;It's really pretty simple. &amp;nbsp;Time consuming, but simple. I usually just pull the seeds that I want for that day and put the rest of the pomegranate in a ziplock bag for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. My oldest daughter and I stopped by the mall last night. &amp;nbsp;Hoping to find a pre-teen birthday present, we stopped by Bath and Body Works. &amp;nbsp;The shelves were almost bare, save these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqV31ueiqwI/Tw7rsdjn5_I/AAAAAAAAEC0/eD_osU3Vc-g/s1600/candle1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqV31ueiqwI/Tw7rsdjn5_I/AAAAAAAAEC0/eD_osU3Vc-g/s400/candle1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; all of these scents. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You know you're a blogger when you stage your favorite candles &amp;nbsp;for a picture in the middle of the store.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;My 12 year old kept saying, "you can do that??" &amp;nbsp;No one stopped me, so I guess I can. :) &amp;nbsp;I usually like about 3 seasonal scents. &amp;nbsp;This year I have to choose from 6 favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s93Iw6NL8tI/Tw7ryb_Ww1I/AAAAAAAAEC8/0kqB91Hwntc/s1600/candle2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s93Iw6NL8tI/Tw7ryb_Ww1I/AAAAAAAAEC8/0kqB91Hwntc/s400/candle2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think my favorite was the &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12471413&amp;amp;cm_vc=200"&gt;White Palm&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp; I wonder when they will go on sale. &amp;nbsp;I can't justify paying full price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The other night there was nothing on, but I was in the mood to &lt;strike&gt;channel surf&lt;/strike&gt; watch tv. &amp;nbsp;When I say nothing, I mean I was debating between Extreme Hoarding and Extreme Cheapskates. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Oh the dichotomy of Tuesday night American television. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;By the way, Extreme Cheapskates won. &amp;nbsp;I was &lt;strike&gt;disgusted&lt;/strike&gt; intrigued by the man who only wanted to spend $7.40 for dinner so he purchased 2 goat heads. &amp;nbsp;For dinner. &amp;nbsp;To eat. &amp;nbsp;Eyeballs and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. With 3 females in the house, I am quickly regretting not buying stock in Revlon, Kotex, and Sally Henson. &amp;nbsp;A quick trip to CVS turned into an hour and I needed to take out a loan before we left. &amp;nbsp;Since we didn't have any boys with us, we had fun checking out all the new fingernail polish shades. &amp;nbsp;Does this make anyone else laugh? &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It still makes me giggle&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DLRG9i8P5I/Tw7r1CvFTaI/AAAAAAAAEDE/Vlw9NYTY2gQ/s1600/nail+polish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_DLRG9i8P5I/Tw7r1CvFTaI/AAAAAAAAEDE/Vlw9NYTY2gQ/s400/nail+polish.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who gets to choose the names? &amp;nbsp;Has Wet n' Wild used all the other names that this is all they could come up with? &amp;nbsp;We chose Loxy Lady (hot pink/coral), Wet Cement (grey), and I Have No Reception (silver glitter). &amp;nbsp;I rarely paint my nails but with my two girly girls, it's suddenly fun again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How about you? &amp;nbsp;Are you a nail painter? &amp;nbsp;Fingers and toes? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1898298376585070582?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1898298376585070582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1898298376585070582&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1898298376585070582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1898298376585070582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-everywhere-today-so-hang-on.html' title='Pomegranates to Polish'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KNCKHf3IDmE/Tw7xMmwYzzI/AAAAAAAAEDU/88g5USf8PbQ/s72-c/greek2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-7002780424762665424</id><published>2012-01-10T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:21:13.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Melt My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And call me crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd8LU8rj1GU/Twzn4q0NRAI/AAAAAAAAECs/-RXwVYy11RY/s1600/DSC_1019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd8LU8rj1GU/Twzn4q0NRAI/AAAAAAAAECs/-RXwVYy11RY/s640/DSC_1019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got a phone call yesterday afternoon and within 1.5 hours, we found ourselves in the land of puppies.&lt;br /&gt;And totally smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSQ0u-k41ZU/TwznbQJON2I/AAAAAAAAECM/Z4k50LkbjXY/s1600/DSC_0996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSQ0u-k41ZU/TwznbQJON2I/AAAAAAAAECM/Z4k50LkbjXY/s320/DSC_0996.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EoiMdZX29M/TwzndfypgRI/AAAAAAAAECc/QEtvNNYTXwQ/s1600/DSC_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9EoiMdZX29M/TwzndfypgRI/AAAAAAAAECc/QEtvNNYTXwQ/s320/DSC_1024.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A local shelter needed a foster home for 3 sweet puppies. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 pups for 3 kids. &amp;nbsp;perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and a little crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hesitated for about a minute, but I'm really trying to be a "yes" mom. &amp;nbsp;Yes to the good stuff because eventually I have to say no to the big stuff. &amp;nbsp;Besides, this is what memories are made of, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9RzMVzDZHw/Twzn3meA7GI/AAAAAAAAECk/3vOElDeBn2Y/s1600/DSC_1015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9RzMVzDZHw/Twzn3meA7GI/AAAAAAAAECk/3vOElDeBn2Y/s640/DSC_1015.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bath and a long playtime &lt;strike&gt;with all the neighbors who came to see the new kids on the block &lt;/strike&gt;they took a long evening nap by the fire. &amp;nbsp;To give you an idea of their size, that's a regular bath towel they are sleeping on. &amp;nbsp;I know the picture is yellow, but it was too cute not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have them for about 4 weeks. &amp;nbsp;And before my local peeps start asking, they'll be up for adoption in about 5 weeks, so hold your horses. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the cutest little guys. &amp;nbsp;We get the privilege of naming them. &amp;nbsp;Hey, it comes with the privilege of potty training them. &amp;nbsp;We chose Mickey (because his nose looks like Mickey Mouse ears), Captain Jack, and Buster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WdZKJzL00E/TwzncgwMYqI/AAAAAAAAECU/hgSeiTxD8Bs/s1600/DSC_1022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4WdZKJzL00E/TwzncgwMYqI/AAAAAAAAECU/hgSeiTxD8Bs/s640/DSC_1022.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, they've totally stolen our hearts with their pink/black polka dot noses and sweet puppy breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6315918267720338482-7002780424762665424?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/7002780424762665424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=7002780424762665424&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7002780424762665424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7002780424762665424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/melt-my-heart.html' title='Melt My Heart'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rd8LU8rj1GU/Twzn4q0NRAI/AAAAAAAAECs/-RXwVYy11RY/s72-c/DSC_1019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-7861996583065694280</id><published>2012-01-05T15:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:59:19.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye to Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>Christmas is one of those heavy sided holidays. &amp;nbsp;Heavy on the before, not so much on the after. Know what I mean? &amp;nbsp;For 3 weeks we prepare and celebrate. &amp;nbsp;Along comes December 26th and someone turns out the lights!&lt;br /&gt;We usually keep our tree up until January 1st and by then I'm ready to have our house back in order. &amp;nbsp;This year, I wasn't ready even on January 2nd. &amp;nbsp;Maybe getting older is making me clingy.&lt;br /&gt;Even though every other blogger has long since posted her Christmas pictures, I'm just now getting around to it. &amp;nbsp;Since I'm late, I thought I'd throw in New Years Eve too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsVXuLXMBUc/TwS2GuUa3cI/AAAAAAAAD_M/nBPqgghv8Hs/s1600/holiday+wrap+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsVXuLXMBUc/TwS2GuUa3cI/AAAAAAAAD_M/nBPqgghv8Hs/s1600/holiday+wrap+up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6-CWcWmk1o/TwYB7foCgYI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/D9Bh5GGgbQ0/s1600/DSC_0648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6-CWcWmk1o/TwYB7foCgYI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/D9Bh5GGgbQ0/s400/DSC_0648.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We started a new tradition: looking at Christmas lights in our pajamas. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;With a side trip to Lowes to embarrass the tweens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mls3m0YqWcE/TwYHHOIsyAI/AAAAAAAAEA0/iY4SlpiRQAM/s1600/lowes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mls3m0YqWcE/TwYHHOIsyAI/AAAAAAAAEA0/iY4SlpiRQAM/s400/lowes.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Traditional Ladies-of-the-family Christmas Eve Tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzLNEiZDbT4/TwYHhRbAowI/AAAAAAAAEBA/wZKrfJQWTwI/s1600/DSC_0823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzLNEiZDbT4/TwYHhRbAowI/AAAAAAAAEBA/wZKrfJQWTwI/s400/DSC_0823.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve with my husband's side of the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNw94zMI0AU/TwYB9eBJXGI/AAAAAAAAD_o/pz_dUlYVQzc/s1600/DSC_0830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="325" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNw94zMI0AU/TwYB9eBJXGI/AAAAAAAAD_o/pz_dUlYVQzc/s400/DSC_0830.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning brunch at our house. &amp;nbsp;My daughter set the table and did a beautiful job. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The only time of the year I use my fine china.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUQiLEIWe_o/TwYHianiAgI/AAAAAAAAEBI/R1oPCrWVQ7I/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UUQiLEIWe_o/TwYHianiAgI/AAAAAAAAEBI/R1oPCrWVQ7I/s400/DSC_0878.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning "thank you" hugs. &amp;nbsp;Melt. my. heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuwQxdmdL4k/TwYB-XleCnI/AAAAAAAAD_w/q7NbrTLcA7M/s1600/DSC_0865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuwQxdmdL4k/TwYB-XleCnI/AAAAAAAAD_w/q7NbrTLcA7M/s400/DSC_0865.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Each of the kids received a jumbo Nutella from my mom. &amp;nbsp;It said, "not for mom." &amp;nbsp;She knows me too well. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSm-XHsGPUU/TwYCBjST83I/AAAAAAAAEAI/OIXSBaDyHUI/s1600/DSC_0889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSm-XHsGPUU/TwYCBjST83I/AAAAAAAAEAI/OIXSBaDyHUI/s400/DSC_0889.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of my parents, soaking up the joy of watching their family and still holding hands after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIANfuul12Q/TwYCCrqctSI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/7uiaM4RsV74/s1600/DSC_0893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIANfuul12Q/TwYCCrqctSI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/7uiaM4RsV74/s400/DSC_0893.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom found my brother's childhood baseball card collection and wrapped it up for him. &amp;nbsp;What a fun gift! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;And now he could probably pay his house off by selling them on ebay&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKM-IggbkQI/TwYCD8UJpQI/AAAAAAAAEAY/ctLHCx0JE50/s1600/DSC_0896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKM-IggbkQI/TwYCD8UJpQI/AAAAAAAAEAY/ctLHCx0JE50/s400/DSC_0896.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical&amp;nbsp;response when I open a great gift. &amp;nbsp;This one was FAB.U.LOUS. &amp;nbsp;My first (ever) Coach purse. &amp;nbsp;Love. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fQb-9nw_VM/TwYCEsmE_YI/AAAAAAAAEAg/h7hzHE0tMNk/s1600/DSC_0910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3fQb-9nw_VM/TwYCEsmE_YI/AAAAAAAAEAg/h7hzHE0tMNk/s400/DSC_0910.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome man with his one-of-a-kind Steelers hat signed by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Polamalu"&gt;Troy Polamalu&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(think Head and Shoulders commercial) &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We could probably pay off our house if we sold it. &amp;nbsp;Which we won't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJF1QlfZq8Q/TwYCFpnyipI/AAAAAAAAEAo/AIgqittThCo/s1600/DSC_0929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJF1QlfZq8Q/TwYCFpnyipI/AAAAAAAAEAo/AIgqittThCo/s400/DSC_0929.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom's beautiful mantle ... to go with a beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_Cxf2bjIa8/TwYLcjc98LI/AAAAAAAAEBU/4Cl4H-0z5Ts/s1600/DSC_0810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C_Cxf2bjIa8/TwYLcjc98LI/AAAAAAAAEBU/4Cl4H-0z5Ts/s400/DSC_0810.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We kept New Year's Eve to a minimum this year. &amp;nbsp;We typically have a huge party, but this year we needed to keep it intimate. &amp;nbsp;Somehow the food supply didn't get the memo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug5P_uk-BrM/TwYN9_35LkI/AAAAAAAAEBg/tjNVD3pF50o/s1600/DSC_0966.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug5P_uk-BrM/TwYN9_35LkI/AAAAAAAAEBg/tjNVD3pF50o/s400/DSC_0966.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks to my friend Kim, we had party hats, plastic bubbly cups, and a chocolate fountain.&lt;br /&gt;I host and she brings the fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;I like this plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNj1IV4nYwA/TwYOCSlla8I/AAAAAAAAEBo/NqaPx5e8NM8/s1600/DSC_0987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lNj1IV4nYwA/TwYOCSlla8I/AAAAAAAAEBo/NqaPx5e8NM8/s400/DSC_0987.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hello 2012&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-7861996583065694280?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/7861996583065694280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=7861996583065694280&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7861996583065694280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7861996583065694280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/saying-goodbye-to-christmas-season.html' title='Saying Goodbye to Christmas Season'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsVXuLXMBUc/TwS2GuUa3cI/AAAAAAAAD_M/nBPqgghv8Hs/s72-c/holiday+wrap+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5696332064760862950</id><published>2012-01-04T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:48:10.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RripP7OPtXU/TwR4E_ZMKSI/AAAAAAAAD_A/u6oE57ftRrQ/s1600/carblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RripP7OPtXU/TwR4E_ZMKSI/AAAAAAAAD_A/u6oE57ftRrQ/s640/carblog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go an inch on the internets without bumping into new year resolutions. &amp;nbsp;Lists are everywhere. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it's just me but I feel overwhelmed, &lt;i&gt;and inadequate&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, about this time, I wrote a post about &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/12/releasing-resolution-grip.html"&gt;Releasing the Resolution Grip&lt;/a&gt;. I chose one word to focus on rather than a list. &amp;nbsp;Even choosing one word set me up for failure, because in the reality of daily life, I often failed at "purposeful." &amp;nbsp;Yes, it was a great word and a good way to help me focus, but this year I decided to give myself a break. &amp;nbsp;Rather than a list of things I hope to accomplish or not do, I have chosen to make a list of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt; are not threatening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt; are hopeful, without pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Dreams &lt;/span&gt;put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt; fill me with anticipation of the imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are avoiding the lists this year, I encourage you to give yourself a break. &amp;nbsp;Doesn't a list of dreams sound like a better way to start the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Read books that inspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Travel to a new place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Learn to quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kayak a new river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feel comfortable in my weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Go to Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Start a new ministry that is outside the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Write a children's book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, remember, no pressure ... they're dreams :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5696332064760862950?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5696332064760862950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5696332064760862950&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5696332064760862950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5696332064760862950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-dreams.html' title='New Year, New Dreams'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RripP7OPtXU/TwR4E_ZMKSI/AAAAAAAAD_A/u6oE57ftRrQ/s72-c/carblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3707988031494018573</id><published>2012-01-03T11:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:22:10.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Mind Your Manners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jMBbYYyw_Aw/TwMSXWMLoxI/AAAAAAAAD-0/CczsWC0UcNg/s1600/DSC_0995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jMBbYYyw_Aw/TwMSXWMLoxI/AAAAAAAAD-0/CczsWC0UcNg/s640/DSC_0995.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you get tired of correcting bad manners at the dinner table? &lt;br /&gt;I hate having to be the &lt;i&gt;Warden of the Table&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Inevitably I end up feeling worn out or defeated from having to say, "don't talk with food in your mouth;" "arms off the table;" "chew with your mouth closed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started something new that I found on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/neweveryam/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; and it has given me a newfound freedom at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little pig joins our table each night. &amp;nbsp;If I see someone using bad manners, I don't have to say a thing. &amp;nbsp;I simply place the pig in front of that person. &amp;nbsp;Whoever ends up with the pig at the end of dinner has to clean up the whole table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it has greatly improved our dinner table etiquette. &amp;nbsp;Nobody (including Mom and Dad) wants to end up with the pig. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We did have to set some ground rules, the most important being that only Mom gets to decide who gets the pig, unless she is caught by the others. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, when we first started, the kids were all too eager to find fault in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found our pig in the dollar section at Target. &amp;nbsp;See the yellow button on his belly? &amp;nbsp;It makes a grunting sound. &amp;nbsp;Hilariously perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Linking up with &lt;a href="http://www.homestoriesatoz.com/2012/01/tutorials-tips-link-party-41.html"&gt;A2Z's Tips&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and &lt;a href="http://www.atthepicketfence.com/2012/01/welcome-to-inspiration-friday-no-46.html"&gt;At The Picket Fence&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3707988031494018573?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3707988031494018573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3707988031494018573&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3707988031494018573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3707988031494018573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/mind-your-manners.html' title='Mind Your Manners'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jMBbYYyw_Aw/TwMSXWMLoxI/AAAAAAAAD-0/CczsWC0UcNg/s72-c/DSC_0995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3181388577706395466</id><published>2012-01-02T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T16:35:41.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Gettin' Healthy Isn't So Bad</title><content type='html'>I found this free sample in my GNC bag last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXDgP_AsRiI/Tv9eAJiQkKI/AAAAAAAAD-c/r1Be5MUFdG8/s1600/chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXDgP_AsRiI/Tv9eAJiQkKI/AAAAAAAAD-c/r1Be5MUFdG8/s640/chocolate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Healthy Indulgence Daily Wellness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Balanced Multi-vitamins and Minerals enveloped in &lt;b&gt;delicious dark chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep. &amp;nbsp;That is the best way to get healthy that I can think of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are your healthy plans this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3181388577706395466?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3181388577706395466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3181388577706395466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3181388577706395466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3181388577706395466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/gettin-healthy-isnt-so-bad.html' title='Gettin&apos; Healthy Isn&apos;t So Bad'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QXDgP_AsRiI/Tv9eAJiQkKI/AAAAAAAAD-c/r1Be5MUFdG8/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5692971629422503939</id><published>2012-01-01T06:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:51:39.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funky crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><title type='text'>Sparkle Winter Wreath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JozWHNpBD_c/TvzVv8oc74I/AAAAAAAAD-A/CtPGwXtFmFw/s1600/DSC_0962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JozWHNpBD_c/TvzVv8oc74I/AAAAAAAAD-A/CtPGwXtFmFw/s640/DSC_0962.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When the Christmas wreath comes down, I'm always sad to have a naked front door. &amp;nbsp;This year I decided to make a winter wreath that matches my love for the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've seen the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmW_d8V6Xo4"&gt;tutorials&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.mardigrasoutlet.com/C194D2/Work-Wreath-Forms.html"&gt;supplies&lt;/a&gt; online, but I decided to try a less expensive version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8w-Lcm7dGI/TvzVr4rMAXI/AAAAAAAAD9w/uoMuIT6zmlY/s1600/DSC_0788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8w-Lcm7dGI/TvzVr4rMAXI/AAAAAAAAD9w/uoMuIT6zmlY/s640/DSC_0788.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mesh roll $12.99 World Market&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wire wreath base $2.99 Michaels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Floral wire .99 Michaels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lazVzYySWc0/TvzVuCrN6PI/AAAAAAAAD94/5aMM_bu-GO4/s1600/DSC_0960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lazVzYySWc0/TvzVuCrN6PI/AAAAAAAAD94/5aMM_bu-GO4/s400/DSC_0960.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The wreath frame had 9 sections so I cut two 8" pieces of floral wire per section (18 pieces total). Working around the wreath (as shown in the video tutorial link above), I twisted the wire around the mesh, bunching about 12 inches of mesh as I went. &lt;br /&gt;To make it fuller, I went around the frame twice, once attaching the mesh to the outermost ring, and then attaching it to the innermost ring on the the metal frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MifEFY0KHW0/TvzVxvKygbI/AAAAAAAAD-I/NCSl-tl0dXk/s1600/DSC_0963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MifEFY0KHW0/TvzVxvKygbI/AAAAAAAAD-I/NCSl-tl0dXk/s400/DSC_0963.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;To give it a little winter wonder, I added some blue glitter snowflakes leftover from another craft. &amp;nbsp;I checked out the competition, and similar wreaths are selling for $69 online.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the $17 version, thankyouverymuch! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50LIoxLoUnI/TvzVzH3t_OI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/OyWqCydadws/s1600/DSC_0964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50LIoxLoUnI/TvzVzH3t_OI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/OyWqCydadws/s640/DSC_0964.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realized after I took this picture what a mild winter we've had so far since my fern is still alive on the front porch. &amp;nbsp;Maybe my wreath will entice Jack Frost to make an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy winter !!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://www.homestoriesatoz.com/2012/01/tutorials-tips-link-party-41.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+thestoriesofa2z%2FVisw+%28Home+Stories+of+A+to+Z%29&amp;amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"&gt;Home Stories A2Z's Tutorials and Tips Party&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.atthepicketfence.com/2012/01/welcome-to-inspiration-friday-no-46.html"&gt;At the Picket Fence&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.fingerprintsonthefridge.com/2012/01/feature-yourself-friday.html"&gt;Fingerprints on the Fridge&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.itsoverflowing.com/2012/01/overflowing-with-creativity-3.html"&gt;Overflowing&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://commonground-debrasvintagedesigns.blogspot.com/2012/01/vintage-inspiration-friday-71-winter-is.html"&gt;Common Ground&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.findingfabulousblog.com/2012/01/frugalicious-friday-50-giveawayguy-eva.html"&gt;Finding Fabulous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5692971629422503939?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5692971629422503939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5692971629422503939&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5692971629422503939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5692971629422503939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2012/01/sparkle-winter-wreath.html' title='Sparkle Winter Wreath'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JozWHNpBD_c/TvzVv8oc74I/AAAAAAAAD-A/CtPGwXtFmFw/s72-c/DSC_0962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6876967408939440423</id><published>2011-12-25T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:51:28.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxy25ubD2l4/Tvh7ujeIH3I/AAAAAAAAD9k/kSIFLuo6hio/s1600/DSC_0713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxy25ubD2l4/Tvh7ujeIH3I/AAAAAAAAD9k/kSIFLuo6hio/s640/DSC_0713.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6876967408939440423?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6876967408939440423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6876967408939440423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6876967408939440423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6876967408939440423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxy25ubD2l4/Tvh7ujeIH3I/AAAAAAAAD9k/kSIFLuo6hio/s72-c/DSC_0713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-9013661704736592803</id><published>2011-12-23T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:03:37.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>Foto Friday (Festive Edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBBntNkmTBg/TvTdZgrTSsI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/BaeVIr8u4gM/s1600/DSC_0670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBBntNkmTBg/TvTdZgrTSsI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/BaeVIr8u4gM/s640/DSC_0670.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With my family, celebrating December in front of Bruton Parish Church (c.1660), Colonial Williamsburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E35JkqQT8OY/TvTRWntdTmI/AAAAAAAAD84/s3HgiY55HQQ/s1600/DSC_0778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E35JkqQT8OY/TvTRWntdTmI/AAAAAAAAD84/s3HgiY55HQQ/s400/DSC_0778.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I bought this ornament at Cracker Barrel with the hopes of using it as a pattern. &amp;nbsp;Such a fun, easy ornament to duplicate! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Have I actually made one? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd38I50XIP8/TvTP9PiYPGI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JUT37hVWyzM/s1600/Pictures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd38I50XIP8/TvTP9PiYPGI/AAAAAAAAD7w/JUT37hVWyzM/s640/Pictures.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Above (left) and below is the church tree I mentioned last week. &amp;nbsp;We went with a candy/kiddie/Dr. Seuss vibe, with of course JESUS! &amp;nbsp;It was such fun to put together. &amp;nbsp;All of the crosses and cupcake ornaments were foam (yay! &amp;nbsp;kid friendly!!!) and very inexpensive. &amp;nbsp;Because I know you're going to ask, they came from Hobby Lobby. &amp;nbsp;What can I say? &amp;nbsp;I'm addicted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn69ZZcQrH4/TvTXIX31DaI/AAAAAAAAD9M/YzWKa2eLpQg/s1600/church+tree+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn69ZZcQrH4/TvTXIX31DaI/AAAAAAAAD9M/YzWKa2eLpQg/s400/church+tree+2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier in the month, we took a weekend trip to Colonial Williamsburg, Va. where we met Father Christmas. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to take him home with me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44Ms2ggGHho/TvTQ6H8YNNI/AAAAAAAAD78/uPBs-drBTcI/s1600/Pictures1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44Ms2ggGHho/TvTQ6H8YNNI/AAAAAAAAD78/uPBs-drBTcI/s640/Pictures1.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also visited Christmas Towne at Busch Gardens. &amp;nbsp;My dad, my brother, and I were the only ones &lt;strike&gt;brave &lt;/strike&gt;crazy enough to do the Mach Tower. &amp;nbsp;The view from 240 above the park was amazing at night. &amp;nbsp;I highly recommend the &lt;strike&gt;thrill&lt;/strike&gt; ride. &amp;nbsp;Oh, did I mention that to get back down, it's free fall? &amp;nbsp;Love it!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;No, our eyes don't usually look like black sharpie pens. &amp;nbsp;Thanks, red-eye reduction on my point'n shoot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_Q8p4eMUM/TvTRSr69N9I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/3hwnk_dTxXE/s1600/DSC_0759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cT_Q8p4eMUM/TvTRSr69N9I/AAAAAAAAD8Y/3hwnk_dTxXE/s320/DSC_0759.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ5FsC3wslg/TvTRRVLl-rI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/_0w3iFIglRI/s1600/DSC_0735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ5FsC3wslg/TvTRRVLl-rI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/_0w3iFIglRI/s320/DSC_0735.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of togetherness in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my favorite ornaments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imoLoGbr0rc/TvTRTo_D1bI/AAAAAAAAD8g/_vIeq6GPaLA/s1600/DSC_0766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imoLoGbr0rc/TvTRTo_D1bI/AAAAAAAAD8g/_vIeq6GPaLA/s400/DSC_0766.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love an acorn, anytime of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHYoqxla9LA/TvTRUlG5EYI/AAAAAAAAD8o/YfTAsRT23O4/s1600/DSC_0775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHYoqxla9LA/TvTRUlG5EYI/AAAAAAAAD8o/YfTAsRT23O4/s320/DSC_0775.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remembering my favorite trip to &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2009/01/germany.html"&gt;Germany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vXQFzvjRNQ/TvTRVcgiQGI/AAAAAAAAD8w/hURWaDdw8hw/s1600/DSC_0776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vXQFzvjRNQ/TvTRVcgiQGI/AAAAAAAAD8w/hURWaDdw8hw/s320/DSC_0776.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crying my eyes out because my baby isn't a baby anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0IthwR6Z5c/TvTRXtSvH6I/AAAAAAAAD9A/1J_ebVlO_cA/s1600/DSC_0780.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J0IthwR6Z5c/TvTRXtSvH6I/AAAAAAAAD9A/1J_ebVlO_cA/s640/DSC_0780.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creating fingerprint Christmas lights art together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a busy December around here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-9013661704736592803?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/9013661704736592803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=9013661704736592803&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/9013661704736592803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/9013661704736592803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/foto-friday-festive-edition.html' title='Foto Friday (Festive Edition)'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBBntNkmTBg/TvTdZgrTSsI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/BaeVIr8u4gM/s72-c/DSC_0670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6528757366764047598</id><published>2011-12-21T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:27:34.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Easy Buffalo Chicken Bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4B7ZyIA67w/TvIIQUEQ_dI/AAAAAAAAD7c/y49PWnQ7_PE/s1600/DSC_0792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4B7ZyIA67w/TvIIQUEQ_dI/AAAAAAAAD7c/y49PWnQ7_PE/s640/DSC_0792.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. cooked chicken, finely diced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. wing sauce (or more to taste)&lt;br /&gt;4 Tbs. shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 c. blue cheese crumbles&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick melted butter, cooled&lt;br /&gt;2 cans refrigerated Crescent Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix first 5 ingredients. &amp;nbsp;Spray mini muffin tins with cooking spray. &amp;nbsp;Cut dough into 2" squares (or triangles, or whatever) and press into muffin tins. &amp;nbsp;Scoop 1 Tbs. of mixture into each muffin tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIfley3af9I/TvIIasDhjPI/AAAAAAAAD7k/wkrbE08cSIg/s1600/DSC_0800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIfley3af9I/TvIIasDhjPI/AAAAAAAAD7k/wkrbE08cSIg/s400/DSC_0800.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 400 for 15 min or until dough is cooked and mixture is bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;Makes 48 bites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6528757366764047598?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6528757366764047598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6528757366764047598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6528757366764047598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6528757366764047598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/easy-buffalo-chicken-bites.html' title='Easy Buffalo Chicken Bites'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4B7ZyIA67w/TvIIQUEQ_dI/AAAAAAAAD7c/y49PWnQ7_PE/s72-c/DSC_0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4283369110347767060</id><published>2011-12-20T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:05:07.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>All Wrapped Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wmYwbrcd8/TvAYdowqTmI/AAAAAAAAD68/SllD73tXkL0/s1600/DSC_0826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wmYwbrcd8/TvAYdowqTmI/AAAAAAAAD68/SllD73tXkL0/s640/DSC_0826.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have 5 days and a few hours to enjoy the beauties beneath my tree. &amp;nbsp;A wrapped present represents a mystery; a gift of love; a relationship between giver and receiver. &lt;br /&gt;Wrapped gifts make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEBq4FC7jdw/TvAYcqfeRjI/AAAAAAAAD60/7YLNDhTpvv4/s1600/DSC_0816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEBq4FC7jdw/TvAYcqfeRjI/AAAAAAAAD60/7YLNDhTpvv4/s640/DSC_0816.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I'm a little OCD when it comes to details, but I love it when my presents go together. &amp;nbsp;You know, a theme! &amp;nbsp;I love a good theme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my theme is "I Love Hobby Lobby." &amp;nbsp;Ha! &amp;nbsp;Everything in the picture below came from H.L. &amp;nbsp;Such good prices and quality! &amp;nbsp;My personal favorite is the harlequin paper with the polka dot tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byrCMQaCkPw/TvAYbR8rV0I/AAAAAAAAD6s/OoZN2mCsQII/s1600/DSC_0813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byrCMQaCkPw/TvAYbR8rV0I/AAAAAAAAD6s/OoZN2mCsQII/s640/DSC_0813.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Remember this year I am going with a &lt;a href="http://www.neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-holly-jolly.html"&gt;colorful/kid/funky theme&lt;/a&gt; for my tree. This package fits right in that category!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tBvyI0tTVM/TvAYaK3l_eI/AAAAAAAAD6k/qaJAUtWEJTw/s1600/DSC_0807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5tBvyI0tTVM/TvAYaK3l_eI/AAAAAAAAD6k/qaJAUtWEJTw/s640/DSC_0807.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;That was the girl version, this is the boy version of colorful/kid/funky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0GQU97_ZNQ/TvAYe0URWeI/AAAAAAAAD7E/XlJWcDGBc7s/s1600/DSC_0827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0GQU97_ZNQ/TvAYe0URWeI/AAAAAAAAD7E/XlJWcDGBc7s/s640/DSC_0827.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't have fun paper without the fun trim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXzc0l4LejU/TvAYgJecZNI/AAAAAAAAD7M/QmnZWYlCKMc/s1600/DSC_0828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CXzc0l4LejU/TvAYgJecZNI/AAAAAAAAD7M/QmnZWYlCKMc/s640/DSC_0828.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The two "Hollywood Ribbons" were found at H.L. for 50% off. &amp;nbsp;That's 100 yards for $2 Wowsa! &amp;nbsp;(Walmart also carries the ribbon, but not usually at 50% off.) &amp;nbsp;Speaking of good deals, in the picture below the two rolls on the left are from Hobby Lobby. &amp;nbsp;Notice how thick they are! &amp;nbsp;Four bucks. &amp;nbsp;Seriously. &amp;nbsp;And it is quality, thick paper with the lines on the backside &lt;i&gt;for those of us who have a hard time cutting a straight line.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTPz1TWMnRI/TvAYhIBgAAI/AAAAAAAAD7U/1tsUOO0H6q8/s1600/DSC_0838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTPz1TWMnRI/TvAYhIBgAAI/AAAAAAAAD7U/1tsUOO0H6q8/s400/DSC_0838.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My splurge this year? &amp;nbsp;The &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Scotch-Handband-Dispenser-Inches-96-G/dp/B000XSPEPA"&gt;wrist tape dispenser&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Hands off, kids! &amp;nbsp;That's momma's toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what your favorite wrapping paper looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4283369110347767060?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4283369110347767060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4283369110347767060&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4283369110347767060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4283369110347767060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-wrapped-up.html' title='All Wrapped Up'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wmYwbrcd8/TvAYdowqTmI/AAAAAAAAD68/SllD73tXkL0/s72-c/DSC_0826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-584995842649293682</id><published>2011-12-18T15:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:08:38.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Angelic Cranberry Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UokwkFW5Ty4/Tu6b66X_2eI/AAAAAAAAD6c/ycxZyTWRNVw/s1600/DSC_0789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UokwkFW5Ty4/Tu6b66X_2eI/AAAAAAAAD6c/ycxZyTWRNVw/s640/DSC_0789.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These cookie bars are heavenly: &amp;nbsp;light and fresh because of the cranberries and the cream cheese frosting isn't too sweet. &amp;nbsp;Hurry up and try them before cranberry season is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 stick butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 c. fresh cranberries&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. chopped almonds (or walnuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat eggs. &amp;nbsp;Add next 6 ingredients. &amp;nbsp;Mix well.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in cranberries and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Spread (will be sticky!) into a 9x13 pan.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 for 40-45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Cool completely. &amp;nbsp;Cut into 2" squares before adding frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mixer, combine:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick butter&lt;br /&gt;8 oz block cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup powdered sugar (adding to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill a zip lock bag with icing and snip the corner. &amp;nbsp;Squeeze icing in a circular motion onto each bar. &amp;nbsp;If in a hurry, just spread with a knife onto bars. &amp;nbsp;I think the swirls of icing look more appetizing, though. :)&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate until ready to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-584995842649293682?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/584995842649293682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=584995842649293682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/584995842649293682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/584995842649293682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/angelic-cranberry-bars.html' title='Angelic Cranberry Bars'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UokwkFW5Ty4/Tu6b66X_2eI/AAAAAAAAD6c/ycxZyTWRNVw/s72-c/DSC_0789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8685132580711134585</id><published>2011-12-16T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:51:29.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>Have a Holly Jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2st3_1Q-Wo/Tuu6wOI3CBI/AAAAAAAAD6U/N4h_RZI0bGs/s1600/DSC_0770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2st3_1Q-Wo/Tuu6wOI3CBI/AAAAAAAAD6U/N4h_RZI0bGs/s640/DSC_0770.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We changed things up this year. &amp;nbsp;The kids asked for a "fun" mantle, so we went with it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtoSaGwrSWo/Tuu6vMrxOnI/AAAAAAAAD6M/1RpCg1eArQQ/s1600/DSC_0684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TtoSaGwrSWo/Tuu6vMrxOnI/AAAAAAAAD6M/1RpCg1eArQQ/s640/DSC_0684.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lived in this house for 11 Christmases and this is the first time I figured out that I could have lights on the mantle. &amp;nbsp;Sing with me &lt;i&gt;A Whole New World.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Oops, now you have the theme song from Aladdin running through your head. &amp;nbsp;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, how about we get back to the theme song of the day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Have a holly jolly Christmas, it's the best time of the year. &amp;nbsp;Oh by golly have a holly jolly Christmas, this year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwKO21ZAmYs/Tuu6uGHAUzI/AAAAAAAAD6E/k0crH50EhGo/s1600/DSC_0679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwKO21ZAmYs/Tuu6uGHAUzI/AAAAAAAAD6E/k0crH50EhGo/s640/DSC_0679.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The striped and dotted balls were on an after-Christmas sale at Target last year in a tube. &amp;nbsp;They make me feel funky-happy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I loved &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/12/deckin-halls.html"&gt;our mantle last year, &lt;/a&gt;this one sure was fun pulling together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0O38T-rp7c/Tuu6tH81YcI/AAAAAAAAD58/snJFm7bpxN8/s1600/DSC_0677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0O38T-rp7c/Tuu6tH81YcI/AAAAAAAAD58/snJFm7bpxN8/s640/DSC_0677.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you change things up each year or keep them the same?&lt;br /&gt;Does stepping beyond the normal red/green theme make you happy or make you break out in hives? &amp;nbsp;Just curious! &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8685132580711134585?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8685132580711134585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8685132580711134585&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8685132580711134585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8685132580711134585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-holly-jolly.html' title='Have a Holly Jolly'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2st3_1Q-Wo/Tuu6wOI3CBI/AAAAAAAAD6U/N4h_RZI0bGs/s72-c/DSC_0770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5727543678327946332</id><published>2011-12-15T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:26:34.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>It Takes a Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While perusing the aisles of Target I happened upon a gingerbread &lt;i&gt;village&lt;/i&gt; in a box. &amp;nbsp;Whoever came up with this idea must have more than one child. &amp;nbsp;In the past when we've done a &amp;nbsp;gingerbread house the&amp;nbsp;kids can get a little quirky over who does what to the house. &amp;nbsp;Okay, those of us with perfectionist tendencies can get a lil' quirky when it comes to adding too much bling to the thing. &amp;nbsp; I'll not name names...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The box contained 5 mini houses which was perfect math for our family of five. &amp;nbsp;It cost the same ($8) as the other gingerbread houses/trees/trains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYPHNDMNNI/Tup7TrfL97I/AAAAAAAAD5U/vAm63g8MvYM/s1600/DSC_0722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYPHNDMNNI/Tup7TrfL97I/AAAAAAAAD5U/vAm63g8MvYM/s640/DSC_0722.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Each person got to choose a house and make it as cute or gaudy as their little hearts desired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5HyFEaMqac/Tup7S0vnE9I/AAAAAAAAD5M/IwzCMdk8MQk/s1600/DSC_0720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5HyFEaMqac/Tup7S0vnE9I/AAAAAAAAD5M/IwzCMdk8MQk/s400/DSC_0720.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love that one daughter donned my apron while the other put on a festive shirt with a matching bow. &amp;nbsp;Lil' &lt;strike&gt;Martha Stewarts&lt;/strike&gt; Betty Crockers in the making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mofVbEHWGMY/Tup7Ui3U9DI/AAAAAAAAD5c/8TTsnRCZ2HI/s1600/DSC_0728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mofVbEHWGMY/Tup7Ui3U9DI/AAAAAAAAD5c/8TTsnRCZ2HI/s400/DSC_0728.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's what we learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. The icing is nasty, so don't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;2. There are not nearly enough candy decorations for 5 houses, so buy extra or raid your leftover Halloween stash. &amp;nbsp;Or, only do &lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt; houses like we did since &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt; didn't buy extra candy and &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt; threw out all the Halloween candy last week.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's so much more fun when the kids are 8, 10, and 12 than when they were 4, 6, and 8. &amp;nbsp;So much less work for mom. &amp;nbsp;Just keepin' it real.&lt;br /&gt;4. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. &amp;nbsp;Some think less is more while others think more is more when it comes to candy on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni2ERaZId24/Tup7VgNYxWI/AAAAAAAAD5k/O4YB-rPUUbQ/s1600/DSC_0730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni2ERaZId24/Tup7VgNYxWI/AAAAAAAAD5k/O4YB-rPUUbQ/s640/DSC_0730.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a fun season to make those memories they will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ez_EtCcnvDM/Tup7WsnL_kI/AAAAAAAAD5s/8DbWYnvkZfI/s1600/DSC_0735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ez_EtCcnvDM/Tup7WsnL_kI/AAAAAAAAD5s/8DbWYnvkZfI/s400/DSC_0735.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since the kitchen was already dirty and I still had my kid's-in-the-kitchen mojo, we decided to make another holiday favorite. &amp;nbsp;The kids love making dipped pretzels and giving them to neighbors and friends. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I, on the other hand prefer these delicacies found on the same aisle as the gingerbread village:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6euPucXlmI/Tup7X_9s2qI/AAAAAAAAD50/Fx6o-19eo1Y/s1600/DSC_0741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f6euPucXlmI/Tup7X_9s2qI/AAAAAAAAD50/Fx6o-19eo1Y/s400/DSC_0741.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5727543678327946332?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5727543678327946332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5727543678327946332&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5727543678327946332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5727543678327946332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-takes-village.html' title='It Takes a Village'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QTYPHNDMNNI/Tup7TrfL97I/AAAAAAAAD5U/vAm63g8MvYM/s72-c/DSC_0722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5444182841245676006</id><published>2011-12-14T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T14:19:44.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cookies Worth Making from Scratch</title><content type='html'>I'm not a huge cookie fan. &amp;nbsp;I'll eat them (often more than I should), but I don't flutter my eyelashes at the thought of sugar cookies. &amp;nbsp;In fact sugar cookies kind of fall into the same category as birthday cake from the grocery, boxed pudding, and peanut brittle: not worth the calories.&lt;br /&gt;But THESE sugar cookies are worth every stinkin calorie! &amp;nbsp;They even stay soft, which is a big deal round here. &amp;nbsp;The original recipe is from&lt;a href="http://thecafesucrefarine.blogspot.com/2011/03/millie-gauls-amish-sugar-cookies.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;, and if you haven't skipped over to &lt;a href="http://thecafesucrefarine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cafe Sucre Farin&lt;/a&gt;, you're missing out. &amp;nbsp;If you're not a "from scratch" kind of girl, these cookies are a good place to start out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAhMVE6LKdk/TupDfaxy0YI/AAAAAAAAD5E/kwXT3fRkGI4/s1600/DSC_0638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAhMVE6LKdk/TupDfaxy0YI/AAAAAAAAD5E/kwXT3fRkGI4/s400/DSC_0638.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar Cookies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;1/2 cup powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 stick butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 large egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2 cups all purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In mixing bowl, cream the sugars and the butter. Mix in egg, set aside. Combine flour, salt, baking powder and cream of tartar. Add the oil and the flour mixture alternately to creamed sugars, mixing after each addition. Mix in vanilla. Cover and chill in refrigerator three to four hours or in the freezer for 30 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Heat oven to 350.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Roll dough into small balls, 3/4 to 1 inch in diameter. Place on cookies sheet that has been lined with parchment paper and flatten with the bottom of a glass, using a small square of wax or parchment paper to keep the dough from sticking to the bottom of the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bake 10-12 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lemon Icing (pink above)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;2 cups powdered sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;1/4 cup lemon juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar Icing (green above)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;2 cups powdered sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;3-4 Tbs. milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla or almond extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5444182841245676006?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5444182841245676006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5444182841245676006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5444182841245676006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5444182841245676006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/cookies-worth-making-from-scratch.html' title='Cookies Worth Making from Scratch'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAhMVE6LKdk/TupDfaxy0YI/AAAAAAAAD5E/kwXT3fRkGI4/s72-c/DSC_0638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-7309367325221314993</id><published>2011-12-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:10:17.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Current Playlist&lt;/b&gt;: Third Day - &lt;i&gt;Christmas Offerings&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(album); Sugarland - &lt;i&gt;City of Silver Dreams&lt;/i&gt;; Adele -&lt;i&gt; One and Only&lt;/i&gt;; &amp;nbsp;Natalie Grant - &lt;i&gt;Ring the Bells&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Books:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Scottish Crown &lt;/i&gt;series by Carol Umberger; &lt;i&gt;One Thousand Gifts&lt;/i&gt; Ann Voskamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Drink&lt;/b&gt;: Skim Decaf Peppermint Latte -or- Nonfat, No-water Chai Latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Mood&lt;/b&gt;: Disappointed. &amp;nbsp;Normally I'm very easy-going and fun-loving. &amp;nbsp;It's been a rough few weeks in the family-relational department&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current #1 Blessing&lt;/b&gt;: a fulfilling marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztq6bHIxsH8/TubPXHOo8YI/AAAAAAAAD48/K146bxEbRG4/s1600/xmas+usbw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztq6bHIxsH8/TubPXHOo8YI/AAAAAAAAD48/K146bxEbRG4/s400/xmas+usbw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Indulgence&lt;/b&gt;: Well, it is December ... peppermint chocolate anything; &amp;nbsp;Almond Joy coffee creamer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Wishlist:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;a professionally cleaned house;&amp;nbsp;Kurig coffee maker;&amp;nbsp;a white Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Foods:&lt;/b&gt; pomegranates; sweet potato casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Favorite Favorite&lt;/b&gt;: receiving our sweet &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/default.htm"&gt;Compassion sponsor child&lt;/a&gt;'s information just in time for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Part of my heart now lives in Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Bane of My Existence&lt;/b&gt;: spots on my carpet; self-absorbed people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Triumph&lt;/b&gt;: Overhearing my daughter tell someone that I am "the best teacher." &amp;nbsp;Even better... she said it in front of someone who doesn't approve of our choice to homeschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Outfit&lt;/b&gt;: 1st choice: pajamas &amp;nbsp;2nd choice: jeans, white shirt, black ruffle/long cardigan, colorful scarf, Dansko shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Excitement:&lt;/b&gt; Just returned from a visit to &lt;a href="http://www.colonialwilliamsburg.com/visit/whatToSeeAndDo/historicArea/index.cfm"&gt;Colonial Williamsburg&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.christmastown.com/homepage.aspx?utm_source=google&amp;amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;amp;utm_term=busch%20gardens%20christmas%20town&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Christmas%20Town%202011"&gt;Busch Gardens' Christmas Town&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; SO MAGICAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Links&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.recipe4living.com/articles/34_breakfast_casserole_recipes_for_christmas_morning.htm"&gt;34 Breakfast Casserole Recipes&lt;/a&gt;; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://junkgardengirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/diy-holiday-ornaments-terrarium.html"&gt;Christmas Crafts for Kids&lt;/a&gt; ideas;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/neweveryam/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; (of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me one of your "currents."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-7309367325221314993?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/7309367325221314993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=7309367325221314993&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7309367325221314993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7309367325221314993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/currently.html' title='Currently...'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ztq6bHIxsH8/TubPXHOo8YI/AAAAAAAAD48/K146bxEbRG4/s72-c/xmas+usbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1471046477536645087</id><published>2011-12-09T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:28:04.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>Comfort And...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoUF5bmIi-o/TuJm7CiklzI/AAAAAAAAD40/NZufovIWpHE/s1600/DSC_0668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoUF5bmIi-o/TuJm7CiklzI/AAAAAAAAD40/NZufovIWpHE/s640/DSC_0668.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found this JOY ornament at Walmart last year. &amp;nbsp;It was under $2. &amp;nbsp;I'm a word-girl so I fell in love. &amp;nbsp;As we were spreading holiday cheer throughout the house this year, my 12 year old made this all on her own. &amp;nbsp;A turquoise glitter flower box filled with red sparkly ornaments and gilded with the JOY ornament. &amp;nbsp;Love. that. girl! &amp;nbsp;Two of my favorite colors in a beautiful display of happiness! &lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to re-do the Christmas tree in the children's hall at our church. &amp;nbsp;We went with the turquoise and red theme (with a lil' Dr. Seuss funk). &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to show you pictures ... but first I have to remember to take my camera to church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I also bought the JOY ornament in lime green and this year I added it to my mantle. &amp;nbsp;Here's a lil' sneak peek of my kid-fun-candy-happy mantle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66YZCt9zOpU/TuJm5iR_R3I/AAAAAAAAD4s/NmPJWnnw7Ho/s1600/DSC_0636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-66YZCt9zOpU/TuJm5iR_R3I/AAAAAAAAD4s/NmPJWnnw7Ho/s640/DSC_0636.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a week of highs and lows around here. &amp;nbsp;It was my birthday week and while I was able to spend time with various friends leading up to the day, it definitely was a &lt;strike&gt;lonely&lt;/strike&gt; quiet day. &amp;nbsp;My mom asked what I had planned for the day and I said, "not a single thing." &amp;nbsp;She took pity on me and made my favorite breakfast dish before dashing off to her busy day. &amp;nbsp;We took the kids to Kanki Japanese Steakhouse for dinner because &lt;strike&gt;the kids still qualify for the cheaper kids meals and I had a free dinner&lt;/strike&gt; it was a fun place for the kids. &amp;nbsp;My sweet man stopped by the Cheesecake Factory and after the rest of the family went to bed, I enjoyed a piece of Lemon Raspberry by the fire. &amp;nbsp;Yes, it was definitely a day that matched this season of my life: quiet and reflective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My husband's grandfather passed away early this morning. &amp;nbsp;It's been a long road for that sweet man. &amp;nbsp;While we are sad to say goodbye, we know that he is no longer in pain and probably enjoying a piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken, something he craved for the last couple of years of his life, but couldn't swallow. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure there's some KFC in heaven just for him. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today (as of a few minutes ago) marks the beginning of our Christmas break from school. &amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;Cue the angels singing&lt;/i&gt;) &amp;nbsp;I have a boatload of ideas I want to try with the kids that I have earmarked on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/neweveryam/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I'm also in the crafty mood for some things for myself. &amp;nbsp;I'm not a big crafter, but sometimes I just get the itch. &amp;nbsp;Do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you like the JOY ornament, the Walmarts in NC have them again this year in several colors, so go make that $2 investment. &amp;nbsp;May it bring you Comfort and Joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/6315918267720338482-1471046477536645087?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1471046477536645087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1471046477536645087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1471046477536645087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1471046477536645087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/comfort-and.html' title='Comfort And...'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QoUF5bmIi-o/TuJm7CiklzI/AAAAAAAAD40/NZufovIWpHE/s72-c/DSC_0668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1460074119080774189</id><published>2011-12-07T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:52:54.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Winter Vegetable Medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tR5t4RHDRY/Tt-aBSpDYYI/AAAAAAAAD4c/zHLzQkCzCms/s1600/DSC_0463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tR5t4RHDRY/Tt-aBSpDYYI/AAAAAAAAD4c/zHLzQkCzCms/s640/DSC_0463.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've been on a veggie-roasting kick lately. &amp;nbsp;This recipe is so easy and yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Roasted Winter Veggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;2 red poatoes&lt;br /&gt;4 large carrots, peeled&lt;br /&gt;2 Yukon potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 small sweet onion&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbs. herb medley*&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. sea salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut all veggies into 1 inch cubes. &amp;nbsp;Pour olive oil, veggies, and herbs into a gallon size zip-lock bag. &amp;nbsp;Shake to cover. &amp;nbsp;Empty bag onto a large cookie sheet (with raised edges). &amp;nbsp;Sprinkle with sea salt.&lt;br /&gt;Broil on Low for 10-15 min, until veggies are fork-tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like a "Herbs de Provence" medley which includes basil, lavender, rosemary, marjoram, etc. &amp;nbsp;I think an Italian Herb medley would be great, too.&lt;br /&gt;** You can use a package of dry Ranch dressing, but I like this recipe just as much because it's less $$ and less sodium. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6315918267720338482-1460074119080774189?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1460074119080774189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1460074119080774189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1460074119080774189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1460074119080774189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-vegetable-medley.html' title='Winter Vegetable Medley'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tR5t4RHDRY/Tt-aBSpDYYI/AAAAAAAAD4c/zHLzQkCzCms/s72-c/DSC_0463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1160454296276513629</id><published>2011-12-05T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:26:13.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cleaning Floors Becomes a Privilege</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday evening we discovered a "gift" from our dog. &amp;nbsp;Apparently he decided to eat the remains of a dead squirrel that my kids had thrown into the bonfire the day before. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;To clarify, the squirrel was already dead; drowned in my parents' pool, but it made for an exciting leaf pile burning experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, back to the "gift."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;90% of my downstairs is hardwood. &amp;nbsp;He decided to give us the dead squirrel and the charcoal he had ingested on the 10% that is carpet. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Isn't there a saying about a family that dry-heaves together stays together?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Needless to say, I had a wee bit of an attitude about the condition of my floors as I went to sleep last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9j6-6Oss1Q/Tt1ontlhI5I/AAAAAAAAD4U/rJ2zl8rBhfo/s1600/DSC_6248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9j6-6Oss1Q/Tt1ontlhI5I/AAAAAAAAD4U/rJ2zl8rBhfo/s640/DSC_6248.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A picture of us with our char-squirrel-eating nemesis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This morning I awoke to some devastating news. &amp;nbsp;One of my dear childhood friends experienced something we all hope to never have to face: &lt;a href="http://www.wsoctv.com/news/29922076/detail.html#.Tt1s4m-qyyk.facebook"&gt;her house burned&lt;/a&gt; to the ground last night as they slept. &amp;nbsp;She and her family were spared, but nothing was left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I mopped my floors and scrubbed my carpet, I found myself actually thankful. &amp;nbsp;Thankful for floors to clean, toilets to scrub, and pets to love. Thankful for the treasures we hold dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please pray for my friend. &amp;nbsp;Her husband is a pastor in Rock Hill, SC. &amp;nbsp;They have two daughters that will surely be traumatized. &amp;nbsp;It's such a hard thing to grasp, but I know they are being showered with love and care by their church family. &amp;nbsp;I ask you to pray for peace, wisdom, and comfort as they deal with it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Suddenly dirty floors feel like a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1160454296276513629?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1160454296276513629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1160454296276513629&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1160454296276513629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1160454296276513629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-cleaning-floors-becomes-privilege.html' title='When Cleaning Floors Becomes a Privilege'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9j6-6Oss1Q/Tt1ontlhI5I/AAAAAAAAD4U/rJ2zl8rBhfo/s72-c/DSC_6248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-305374275038007702</id><published>2011-12-02T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:26:59.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>Hello December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you believe it's here?&lt;br /&gt;The fall decorations are back in the attic. &amp;nbsp;The pumpkins are tossed into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;The lights have been pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v-v9sKOKo/TtkF600vyLI/AAAAAAAAD4M/iOqJrtvzXyU/s1600/DSC_0666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v-v9sKOKo/TtkF600vyLI/AAAAAAAAD4M/iOqJrtvzXyU/s640/DSC_0666.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids are giddy because we changed things up this year. &amp;nbsp;We stepped away from the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Olde Southern&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;tradition of white lights and added some color. &amp;nbsp;First time since I was a very young child. &amp;nbsp;My brother thinks I lost my marbles.&lt;br /&gt;The tree is filled with glory. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We like to get it up as soon as possible.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;We're early birds. &amp;nbsp;We usually choose-n-cut in the NC mountains over the Thanksgiving weekend; haul it home, and have it glowing by Tuesday. &amp;nbsp;This year, because of the way the calendar landed Thanksgiving, we had it up before December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few highlights from our Thanksgiving weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0EynhXekbw/Ttaj2-2_6MI/AAAAAAAAD20/YwzL5YiB5hQ/s1600/DSC_0487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f0EynhXekbw/Ttaj2-2_6MI/AAAAAAAAD20/YwzL5YiB5hQ/s400/DSC_0487.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently we like to wear costumes to play football in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxUtAd8cGOE/Ttaj4KBURhI/AAAAAAAAD28/EXEIatWlHNk/s1600/DSC_0501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxUtAd8cGOE/Ttaj4KBURhI/AAAAAAAAD28/EXEIatWlHNk/s320/DSC_0501.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF6ICc6x9To/Ttaj5ACf5AI/AAAAAAAAD3E/UME7dqdOops/s1600/DSC_0510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TF6ICc6x9To/Ttaj5ACf5AI/AAAAAAAAD3E/UME7dqdOops/s320/DSC_0510.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was the warmest Thanksgiving we can ever remember. &amp;nbsp;Two days after we left, they had a snowstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overcame my &lt;a href="http://www.neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/willy-wonka-would-be-proud.html"&gt;unfortunate event&lt;/a&gt; from the last time we were in the mountains and got back on the horse. &amp;nbsp;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ITjI7IRnJk/Ttaj6puPThI/AAAAAAAAD3M/yfbCfNfTwNw/s1600/DSC_0552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ITjI7IRnJk/Ttaj6puPThI/AAAAAAAAD3M/yfbCfNfTwNw/s320/DSC_0552.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mom and I have to remind the men that tree shopping is an EVENT. &amp;nbsp;It's more about the experience &lt;strike&gt;and the photo op&lt;/strike&gt; than the finished product. &amp;nbsp;After all, it's hard to find an ugly tree in Ashe County.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz0YenniDaA/Ttakchh9X2I/AAAAAAAAD3c/13YvRvy1ILE/s1600/DSC_0567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mz0YenniDaA/Ttakchh9X2I/AAAAAAAAD3c/13YvRvy1ILE/s320/DSC_0567.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not to brag, but did you know that NC is the #2 state in Christmas tree production, second only to Oregon? &amp;nbsp;It's a $1oo million revenue for our state and we ship trees all over the world to wholesale vendors. &amp;nbsp;We have about 400 farms that offer choose-n-cut and over 300,00 people take advantage of this fun memory maker! &amp;nbsp;Ashe county is #1 with 12,000 acres of Christmas tree fun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;That concludes Christmas Trees for 100, Alex&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50szq0pbFHU/Ttaj7ycICtI/AAAAAAAAD3U/zNTnkjFAeX4/s1600/DSC_0580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-50szq0pbFHU/Ttaj7ycICtI/AAAAAAAAD3U/zNTnkjFAeX4/s640/DSC_0580.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that this will probably be our last Christmas before a couple of my kids pass me up in height. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;They sure grow up fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's what I want to know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you do a live or artificial tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When do you decorate your tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-305374275038007702?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/305374275038007702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=305374275038007702&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/305374275038007702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/305374275038007702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-december.html' title='Hello December'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v-v9sKOKo/TtkF600vyLI/AAAAAAAAD4M/iOqJrtvzXyU/s72-c/DSC_0666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8991928452165009993</id><published>2011-11-30T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:48:25.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Goodbye November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lInWashxFMk/TtamUA4pvTI/AAAAAAAAD3k/XNtCrjqT1ZE/s1600/DSC_0462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lInWashxFMk/TtamUA4pvTI/AAAAAAAAD3k/XNtCrjqT1ZE/s640/DSC_0462.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's hard to believe this is the last day of November. &amp;nbsp;November tends to be a tranquil month, doesn't it? &amp;nbsp;It slips in, ready prepare our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My heart needed quite a bit of pruning this year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's been quiet around NEM, have you noticed? &amp;nbsp;I've had a rough couple of weeks and needed time to process rather than vomit words/feelings onto the published page. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I have had a soul wrestling season. &amp;nbsp;Do you have those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;While this blog is a place for you to find encouragement and humor, I also desire for it to be a place that is real, exposing the lie that bloggers have perfect lives all tied up in a bow. &amp;nbsp;I try to be as candid as possible about my joys, daily blunders, and heart matters. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am often encouraged when I discover that other women are dealing with the same kinds of life-stuff that I am. &amp;nbsp;It keeps us on the same page, digging through life together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;However, I recently learned the hard way that sometimes when we are transparent with others it opens us up to criticism and skewed perspectives. &amp;nbsp;I've been through a world of hurt over this and I need to apologize to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-house-stormy-thoughts.html"&gt;post about our finances&lt;/a&gt; may have come across as discontentedness. &amp;nbsp;What a world we live in, for me to complain about medical bills when there are so many who have never seen the likes of a Bandaid. &amp;nbsp;I know that I have more than some could ever dream of. &amp;nbsp;My life is full. &amp;nbsp;I have much to rejoice over. &amp;nbsp;My world is not built upon the ups and downs of our financial journey. &amp;nbsp;I have 3 precious children and a wonderful husband that are living gifts worth every diamond in the world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;My heart is full&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I do not want to have a complaining spirit. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes in my effort to keep it real, it comes across as discontentedness. Yes, the weight of this world is too much to bear sometimes, but I am filled with gratefulness. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This "November heart pruning" has made me realize that sometimes we assume things about others which causes a separation of souls. &amp;nbsp;For example, if you saw my new Christmas tree &amp;nbsp;lights, you might be scratching your head wondering why I would complain about finances when, clearly, I had enough to purchase new lights. &amp;nbsp;You would assume that I was spending recklessly and deserved to be in the pit I am in, after all, I dug it! &amp;nbsp;What you might not realize is that I used some of my Christmas money last year and shopped the 75% sale after Christmas to replace the lights that we had used for 15 years. &amp;nbsp;Now my spending doesn't seem so reckless, does it? &amp;nbsp;I'm not trying to justify myself. &amp;nbsp;I've just been made acutely aware of the danger we can be to one another (and ourselves) when we allow judgements to cloud our view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We all already know our own imperfections. &amp;nbsp;We don't need others to point them out or look for ways to dig chasms. &amp;nbsp;I am as real as it gets. &amp;nbsp;I don't try to hid behind a veil of false perfection. &amp;nbsp;I struggle. &amp;nbsp;I heart-wrestle. &amp;nbsp; I desire to be transparent with you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all need grace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXNRZhkE5Ww/TtaxVRpxFnI/AAAAAAAAD3s/vl7_xqjqv5U/s1600/DSC_0474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wXNRZhkE5Ww/TtaxVRpxFnI/AAAAAAAAD3s/vl7_xqjqv5U/s640/DSC_0474.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Since it's the last day of November, I thought I'd finally share my fall mantle. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Better late than never, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8991928452165009993?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8991928452165009993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8991928452165009993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8991928452165009993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8991928452165009993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-november.html' title='Goodbye November'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lInWashxFMk/TtamUA4pvTI/AAAAAAAAD3k/XNtCrjqT1ZE/s72-c/DSC_0462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1624954365601768694</id><published>2011-11-17T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:32:34.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Things That Made Me Laugh This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyUzzs6eyLk/TsV_kqNd0pI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/lJjEwQZHHcI/s1600/DSC_0444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyUzzs6eyLk/TsV_kqNd0pI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/lJjEwQZHHcI/s640/DSC_0444.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As I sat in the paper towel outfit on the doctor's table I couldn't hide a giggle when I read the "&lt;i&gt;Having a Blonde Moment&lt;/i&gt;" plaque hanging on the examining room wall. &amp;nbsp;My doctor is African American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After a quick walk through Walmart (at a location we typically don't frequent) my daughter said, "&lt;i&gt;Mom, why are we the only people who weren't weird in there&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We spent the morning watching a dear friend's 6 month old baby. &amp;nbsp;It was precious to watch my kids be so enthralled with her. &amp;nbsp;My sweet boy, with pleading chocolate eyes said, "please can we have one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last night my group of 7th grade girls were oohing and aahing over Scotty McCreery. &amp;nbsp;At one point one of them said, "do you know any of his songs?" &amp;nbsp;To which most of them muttered a quiet "no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is my new mantra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QnmD1W-DKwY/TsWmprhe8CI/AAAAAAAAD1c/c4WZs40fGkw/s1600/268104984036472436_hHuoh3Ll_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QnmD1W-DKwY/TsWmprhe8CI/AAAAAAAAD1c/c4WZs40fGkw/s320/268104984036472436_hHuoh3Ll_c.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a brilliant response to my kids' favorite phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;It's been a busy week. &amp;nbsp;The Lord is teaching me many things. &amp;nbsp;I have been blessed in unexpected ways. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful for grace.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've been blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1624954365601768694?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1624954365601768694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1624954365601768694&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1624954365601768694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1624954365601768694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-that-made-me-laugh-this-week.html' title='Things That Made Me Laugh This Week'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyUzzs6eyLk/TsV_kqNd0pI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/lJjEwQZHHcI/s72-c/DSC_0444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-2622494716635731411</id><published>2011-11-13T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:26:04.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Quiet House, Stormy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I sit in a silent house with nothing but the hum of the refrigerator and the crackle of the fire. &amp;nbsp;I hold vigil over my sleeping child, whose body is fighting off the attacks of a migraine. &amp;nbsp;At first the silence is deafening. &lt;br /&gt;Even though a quiet moment is a gift, I have been trained to the static noise of life. &amp;nbsp;As I allow myself to bask in the silence, thoughts begin to tumble. &amp;nbsp;Thoughts I've held at bay because I am a stuffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 36 hours have left me spent, feeling swallowed by the highs and lows. &amp;nbsp;I've shared our financial journey &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-journey-part-1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-journey-part-3.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;You would think by now I'd be over myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I feel like I need to give you permission to slip out the back door quietly, shaking your head because you thought you were attending a "You Can Do It" seminar. &amp;nbsp;Not today. &amp;nbsp;Today I am just going to be me. &amp;nbsp;Just the real me. &amp;nbsp;The me that has highs and lows. &amp;nbsp;The me who has more questions than answers right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received our &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/willy-wonka-would-be-proud.html"&gt;medical bill&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. &amp;nbsp;A bill that includes an ER visit, CT scan, xrays and lab work. &amp;nbsp;Even with medical insurance, it's overwhelming. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I suddenly feel like an idiot who just squandered her children's Christmas away in the name of some bruised ribs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 steps forward, 3 steps back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all too familiar churning of my insides begin to assail. &lt;br /&gt;How will we ever get ahead?&lt;br /&gt;My husband sees the fear behind my lying eyes. &amp;nbsp;Eyes that try to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;He whispers assurances, but my heart is too weary to readily agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broken.&lt;br /&gt;Then I am angry at the injustice.&lt;br /&gt;Mad at myself.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with the impossible mountain we can't seem to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;Questioning my decisions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;At what point do I determine that our financial upheavals may be the end of living my dream as a stay-at-home-mom? &amp;nbsp;My dream? &amp;nbsp;His calling? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The lines are blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as I sit in the silence I stumble onto &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-journey-part-3.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A post that quite possibly will change my life. &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The pictures are gorgeous, but the story causes me to tremble.&lt;br /&gt;We have so much. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I feel like we are drowning, but suddenly my personal storm turns to an afternoon shower compared to Jonathan's lonely existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But he chooses to sing praise&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move on to &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2011/11/when-you-are-in-desperate-need-of-hope/"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; and I am brought to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia has waited for 3 years. &amp;nbsp;Three years of waiting for God to provide. She waited as I yapped about pumpkin butter and peppermint mochas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child my parents faced a financial crisis. &amp;nbsp;My dad's answer was, "we need to give more." &amp;nbsp;It doesn't make sense on paper... &amp;nbsp;or a napkin, or on anything else you try to write the math. But &lt;b&gt;God's ways are not our ways&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on an evening that I thought would be perfect for a little commiseration, I find myself turned upside down. &amp;nbsp;My heart burns for a child who is waiting on the Lord. &amp;nbsp;Waiting for me to make a difference. &amp;nbsp;Though we often wonder how we are going to afford dental care for our own three, surely we can find a way to provide &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/how-child-sponsorship-helps.htm"&gt;$38&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;After all, it's an &lt;b&gt;eternal investment&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-2622494716635731411?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/2622494716635731411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=2622494716635731411&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2622494716635731411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2622494716635731411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-house-stormy-thoughts.html' title='Quiet House, Stormy Thoughts'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-2527592687478961900</id><published>2011-11-11T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:11:01.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I found myself amused that our oil company still uses a handwritten ledger &lt;i&gt;even though a computer sat on the desk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;The multitude of "No Smoking" signs apparently didn't apply to the administrative assistant at the desk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Not so amusing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We ordered butterfly larvae for science. &amp;nbsp;Clearly I wasn't looking at the calendar. &amp;nbsp;It looks like they will be traveling with us for Thanksgiving. &amp;nbsp;The more the merrier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNnUlYx-Z4k/Tr1SW26SlFI/AAAAAAAADyQ/e9XbAMM6H_8/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNnUlYx-Z4k/Tr1SW26SlFI/AAAAAAAADyQ/e9XbAMM6H_8/s640/DSC_0354.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. November brings my one of my favorite family past times: &amp;nbsp;building a fire in the fire pit. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, specifically, 'smores over the fire pit. &amp;nbsp;Have you seen these new marshmallows? &amp;nbsp;They are flat, so they fit on a graham cracker better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGATDeNyoao/Tr1SVUTIsKI/AAAAAAAADyA/ays0ibHXFDI/s1600/DSC_0347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGATDeNyoao/Tr1SVUTIsKI/AAAAAAAADyA/ays0ibHXFDI/s400/DSC_0347.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjHe6DTD2Pw/Tr1SWOZvQwI/AAAAAAAADyI/Y047pUveAaw/s1600/DSC_0348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjHe6DTD2Pw/Tr1SWOZvQwI/AAAAAAAADyI/Y047pUveAaw/s400/DSC_0348.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are definitely less messy for kids. &amp;nbsp;My love for a fat, melty mallow was too much, so I put two on each 'smore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am almost completely healed from my accident. &amp;nbsp;Still tender and a little slower than normal, but back into life, full swing. &amp;nbsp;Well, no swinging yet, but you know what I mean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We pulled out the Christmas playlist this week. &amp;nbsp;I'm not ready for the holiday yet, but I do LOVE the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a FANTASTIC weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-2527592687478961900?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/2527592687478961900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=2527592687478961900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2527592687478961900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2527592687478961900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-on-friday_11.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gNnUlYx-Z4k/Tr1SW26SlFI/AAAAAAAADyQ/e9XbAMM6H_8/s72-c/DSC_0354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4501736053845062094</id><published>2011-11-09T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:53:10.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><title type='text'>Photography: Camera Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5wWXr_60bc/TrrjXRUyMdI/AAAAAAAADxQ/-opQDmHt8qg/s1600/DSC_0427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5wWXr_60bc/TrrjXRUyMdI/AAAAAAAADxQ/-opQDmHt8qg/s640/DSC_0427.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the things that spurred me on to write &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/photography-you-can-do-it.html"&gt;this little series&lt;/a&gt; is this most asked question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of camera do you use?&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I own a Nikon D3000. It's a DSLR, not a point and shoot (we'll get to those in a minute). The standard lens that comes with it is good... not my favorite, but definitely good for beginners (Nikon 18-55). It doesn't zoom much, but it is great for group shots or photographing a large space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The zoom lens that I own is the Nikon 55-200. It gives a good crisp picture, but because it is only a zoom lens, you really have to back off to get a good shot. &amp;nbsp;It's not great for birthday parties etc, where you are trying to get a lot of people in the shot. &amp;nbsp;However, I love it for face shots like &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/photography-in-your-face.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I did it over again, I would forgo both of those lenses and get &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/bnh/controller/home?O=NavBar&amp;amp;A=getItemDetail&amp;amp;Q&amp;amp;sku=550952&amp;amp;is=REG&amp;amp;si=rev&amp;amp;fb_source=message#costumerReview"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9p8-VTMH58/TrrsSRvqcRI/AAAAAAAADxY/CXpBC65ZU8w/s1600/550952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9p8-VTMH58/TrrsSRvqcRI/AAAAAAAADxY/CXpBC65ZU8w/s1600/550952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;It is basically my two lenses wrapped up into one (18-200), so that would mean less baggage and lens trade-out in the middle of a photo opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*If you own this lens, please leave me a comment about how much you love/hate it. &amp;nbsp;I've been admiring it from afar, but I want to know your thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;When you purchase a camera, you have the option to get just the base and build the camera (lenses) to your liking. &amp;nbsp;Or, you may find a great package deal like I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are looking for a package deal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I recommend purchasing it through Wolf/Ritz camera... it's really going to be pretty much the same price anywhere, but they have lots of free extras (processing, camera bag, classes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/"&gt;BH Photo&lt;/a&gt; is an AWESOME online shopping resource. I would definitely order from them again for extra lenses/accessories. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or maybe Santa could order that lens for me... &amp;nbsp;Just sayin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I have had my D3000 for 3 years and have often said it was one of the best investments we've ever made (and I HATE making big purchases). At the time the D3000 was the most basic/cheapest Nikon DSLR. I have not been disappointed. Some of the more expensive versions are much heavier, so while you will look cooler, your hand might get a wee bit tired. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;As far as brand goes, I owned a Nikon (film) camera previously, so I was used to their mechanics. Some people love Cannon. I think it's kind of like Coke and Pepsi. Pretty much the same thing even though some people swear they can tell a difference. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;If you are looking for a point and shoot camera here's my 2 cents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1. Don't think you can't take great shots with a point and shoot. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes people say, "I &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; have a point and shoot." &amp;nbsp;The most important thing is to &lt;b&gt;get a camera that you will use and be comfortable with.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;The first two pictures were taken on my trip to Germany. &amp;nbsp;I didn't want to haul a big camera around, so they were taken with a &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/c/product/750070-REG/Sony_DSCW560_B_DSC_W560_Digital_Still_Camera.html"&gt;Sony CyberShot&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;point and shoot. &amp;nbsp;The last two were also taken with a Sony CyberShot before I purchased my DSL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUJsjLHCX08/Trrv9mQQsNI/AAAAAAAADxg/oMB5cJrHoSE/s1600/DSC02251_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUJsjLHCX08/Trrv9mQQsNI/AAAAAAAADxg/oMB5cJrHoSE/s320/DSC02251_2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTMGZrrE-1U/TrrwBNLpe7I/AAAAAAAADx4/EH40lfb6AGc/s1600/DSC03466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTMGZrrE-1U/TrrwBNLpe7I/AAAAAAAADx4/EH40lfb6AGc/s320/DSC03466.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sv0OAadhPVM/Trrv_Fe8wbI/AAAAAAAADxo/xFugKXNGtN8/s1600/DSC03210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sv0OAadhPVM/Trrv_Fe8wbI/AAAAAAAADxo/xFugKXNGtN8/s320/DSC03210.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-256opaPteJI/Trrv__H785I/AAAAAAAADxw/BXNFwJxQ2aA/s1600/DSC03232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-256opaPteJI/Trrv__H785I/AAAAAAAADxw/BXNFwJxQ2aA/s320/DSC03232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;2. I don't know a lot about point and shoot cameras, simply because I rarely use one. &amp;nbsp;However, there are some REALLY great (and inexpensive) ones on the market. &amp;nbsp;Do your homework and find one that fits your needs: weight, zoom, durability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;If I've totally confused you, or if you just have a question, let me know. &amp;nbsp;I'll be glad to help (as much as my limited knowledge allows!) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I asked a TON of questions (sometimes the same question, several times) when I was getting started. &amp;nbsp;Heck, I still ask a lot of questions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I will be doing one more post on some fun things/tricks to try. &amp;nbsp;I'll also give you a great link to the best camera tutorial I've ever read. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Until then... snap those shots!&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/6315918267720338482-4501736053845062094?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4501736053845062094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4501736053845062094&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4501736053845062094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4501736053845062094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/photography-camera-talk.html' title='Photography: Camera Talk'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5wWXr_60bc/TrrjXRUyMdI/AAAAAAAADxQ/-opQDmHt8qg/s72-c/DSC_0427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1206452396410711643</id><published>2011-11-08T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:25:43.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Who Needs Perfect Anyways?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1x1WQwVquc/TrmQI3fCdrI/AAAAAAAADxI/-LX6IwBh7QE/s1600/DSC_0422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1x1WQwVquc/TrmQI3fCdrI/AAAAAAAADxI/-LX6IwBh7QE/s640/DSC_0422.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was one of those perfect days. &amp;nbsp;The kids got their work done quickly; I went to the grocery store by myself; we did art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, we did what the average, Joe-the-Plumber would call art. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure all of my true artist friends are rolling their eyes right about now. &amp;nbsp;But hey, we used paint! &amp;nbsp;I found this idea on Pinterest, my new favorite place on the web. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;If you have no idea what I'm talking about click on the &lt;b&gt;Pinterest&lt;/b&gt; button in the right column of my blog. &amp;nbsp;If you want to find out how to "do" Pinterest, go &lt;a href="http://www.sortacrunchy.net/sortacrunchy/2011/05/pinterest-a-beginners-guide.html"&gt;here for a great tutorial&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I demonstrated, they oohhed and ahhhed over my artistic ability. &amp;nbsp;Which totally rocks because I can't draw a good stick figure to save my life. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But if they want to be impressed with my Qtip ability, so be it. &amp;nbsp;Bwahahaha!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The weather was PERFECTION today, so we did art on the screened porch while listening to the audio version of &lt;a href="http://www.scholastic.com/kids/39clues/read/index.asp"&gt;The 39 Clues&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Have you read this series? &amp;nbsp;I was skeptical at first, but we're on book 5 and other than the "stupid" word used a little much, it's fantastic. &amp;nbsp;I love when a book/series takes the reader to real places/people around the world. &amp;nbsp;So far my kids have learned about Benjamin Franklin, the Catacombs, Egyptian Pyramids, Motzart, and the Motherland Calls statue. &amp;nbsp;Actually, I just learned about that last one. &amp;nbsp;We even looked it up on Wikipedia. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Because the art teacher didn't know what it was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0wYB01oh8s/TrmQHrPl6wI/AAAAAAAADxA/Xn52Q-THIXI/s1600/DSC_0421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0wYB01oh8s/TrmQHrPl6wI/AAAAAAAADxA/Xn52Q-THIXI/s640/DSC_0421.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids were itching to get outside to play so I made an executive decision that we would do math this evening so they would have longer to play in daylight. &amp;nbsp;Feeling a little smug about how well our day had gone, I looked out the window a minute ago and saw my 8 year old running around in his underwear and my 10 year old with lipstick &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;over&lt;/u&gt; her face. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh well, who needs perfection?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1206452396410711643?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1206452396410711643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1206452396410711643&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1206452396410711643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1206452396410711643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-needs-perfect-anyways.html' title='Who Needs Perfect Anyways?'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1x1WQwVquc/TrmQI3fCdrI/AAAAAAAADxI/-LX6IwBh7QE/s72-c/DSC_0422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3207994642456840513</id><published>2011-11-04T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:24:16.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 on Friday</title><content type='html'>1. I drove for the first time in 10 days today. &amp;nbsp;We needed &lt;strike&gt;to get out of the house&lt;/strike&gt; groceries so we headed to Target. &amp;nbsp;Each of the kids was armed with their own gift cards/cash. &amp;nbsp; This made for less complaining and more enthusiasm in helping me collect the necessities. Since I had to walk at half the pace I usually do, it took us about 2 hours to get through the store. &amp;nbsp;At one point one of my kids generously offered to go find a Target wheelchair. &amp;nbsp;I declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I rewarded all of us with a drink when we finished. &amp;nbsp;The kids chose an Icee. &amp;nbsp;I chose ... wait for it... Starbucks must have known I was coming ... Gingerbread Latte. &amp;nbsp;Yes! &amp;nbsp;The holiday flavas are back in town! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Judging from the lack of comments, I'm guessing my little photography series wasn't a big hit. &amp;nbsp;I'll still do one more about camera/lens choices, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My parents are celebrating 44 years of wedded bliss today. &amp;nbsp;I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A few dear-hearted friends have provided dinner for our family this week. &amp;nbsp;My kids were wondering how long they could last on boxed mac-n-cheese and canned soup for lunch &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; dinner. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say, my energy level has been very limited. &amp;nbsp;By the time we finish our school day (albeit on the couch most days this week) I am worn out. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that my kiddos are at the self-reliant age. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cereal would have been a wee bit old by this point in the game&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to have such caring friends! &lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to prove that the geniuses in the marketing world really know &lt;strike&gt;how to draw us in&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;what they're doing. &amp;nbsp;We've seen the same IHOP commercial about four times this week and finally I looked at my husband and said, "We've got to go!" &amp;nbsp;Yep, livin' it large on a Friday night. &amp;nbsp;We're cool like that. &amp;nbsp;Rootie Tootie Fresh and Fruity, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3207994642456840513?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3207994642456840513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3207994642456840513&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3207994642456840513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3207994642456840513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/5-on-friday.html' title='5 on Friday'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-2588044105624544233</id><published>2011-11-02T06:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:53:35.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><title type='text'>Photography: In Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwRiinhvoeY/TrGeDFgxZaI/AAAAAAAADwI/6D1n8aoqa6U/s1600/DSC_3359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwRiinhvoeY/TrGeDFgxZaI/AAAAAAAADwI/6D1n8aoqa6U/s640/DSC_3359.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If your mother taught you to stay out of people's faces, she was right... except for when you have a camera in your hand. &amp;nbsp;That's the time to get close. &amp;nbsp;Sure I love the photos of my little guy in his favorite superhero costume, but it's the pictures like the one above that make my heart stop. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But before I get all sappy on you, let's look at an example of &lt;b&gt;why face shots are great&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The first picture was taken at a soccer game. &amp;nbsp;Sure, I captured a shot of my parents and my brother (with a guest in the background), but it looks like a photo taken at a soccer game. &amp;nbsp;Nothing more. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdIJf3FTJtI/TrGiA_xq1DI/AAAAAAAADwo/mLfIbfP-aR8/s1600/DSC_0448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdIJf3FTJtI/TrGiA_xq1DI/AAAAAAAADwo/mLfIbfP-aR8/s400/DSC_0448.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But look at the &lt;strike&gt;awesomeness&lt;/strike&gt; difference when I zoom in on their faces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToUHjGh8HKU/TrGiAH-oM5I/AAAAAAAADwg/xXCHTX0KyvY/s1600/DSC_0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToUHjGh8HKU/TrGiAH-oM5I/AAAAAAAADwg/xXCHTX0KyvY/s400/DSC_0447.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJeINHBLu_A/TrGh_S2cmII/AAAAAAAADwY/go0TdmeLTCw/s1600/DSC_0437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJeINHBLu_A/TrGh_S2cmII/AAAAAAAADwY/go0TdmeLTCw/s400/DSC_0437.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Squeal! &amp;nbsp;It goes from ho-hum to frame-worthy!&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've convinced you, let's look at some great angles to try out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Get them on the ground:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8XpHL5PtiI/TrGd_vqaU5I/AAAAAAAADvo/vB2O6HsuppQ/s1600/DSC_1361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8XpHL5PtiI/TrGd_vqaU5I/AAAAAAAADvo/vB2O6HsuppQ/s400/DSC_1361.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpB1FrJyJH4/TqSkqOdyT2I/AAAAAAAADto/xtjTjDtYu-c/s1600/DSC_0062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FpB1FrJyJH4/TqSkqOdyT2I/AAAAAAAADto/xtjTjDtYu-c/s400/DSC_0062.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kids are much more likely to go for this angle than adults, so go for it. &amp;nbsp;Tell them to giggle, wrestle, snuggle. &amp;nbsp;Be ready to snap those shots. &amp;nbsp;Some of my favorite head shots are from this angle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sauU9BHjSVA/TqSkqslcfoI/AAAAAAAADtw/aocOCe_PUF8/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sauU9BHjSVA/TqSkqslcfoI/AAAAAAAADtw/aocOCe_PUF8/s640/DSC_0063.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;It's okay to chop off the top of their head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Jfo1W8pM0/TrGeAVXGlmI/AAAAAAAADvw/dZv6J-5J2wc/s1600/DSC_1477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7Jfo1W8pM0/TrGeAVXGlmI/AAAAAAAADvw/dZv6J-5J2wc/s400/DSC_1477.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to capture her chocolate lips that matched her chocolate eyes. &amp;nbsp;Who cares what her hair looked like that night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zptlv_k29zE/TrGh-2bVzTI/AAAAAAAADwQ/LG341tPyTLc/s1600/DSC_0426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zptlv_k29zE/TrGh-2bVzTI/AAAAAAAADwQ/LG341tPyTLc/s400/DSC_0426.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My man loves a baseball cap. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, they usually have a logo plastered across the front. &amp;nbsp;No problem... go for the face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Side Swipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ004ZhpN1o/TrGeBRugaoI/AAAAAAAADv4/l27KzRZnoUg/s1600/DSC_1864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ004ZhpN1o/TrGeBRugaoI/AAAAAAAADv4/l27KzRZnoUg/s400/DSC_1864.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's just something so natural about a profile shot. &amp;nbsp;They aren't posing for the camera; they're engaged in the moment.. the moment I want to capture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Yw6xqHTQ9g/TrGd-W0-0tI/AAAAAAAADvg/bxC28kCrfrk/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4Yw6xqHTQ9g/TrGd-W0-0tI/AAAAAAAADvg/bxC28kCrfrk/s400/DSC_0382.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQQVg262L-M/TrGeCb0v6GI/AAAAAAAADwA/a9HVE6dyZLY/s1600/DSC_2827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQQVg262L-M/TrGeCb0v6GI/AAAAAAAADwA/a9HVE6dyZLY/s640/DSC_2827.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That's snow, not dandruff &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not everyone has to be looking in the same direction.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bb2iADHgi9U/TrGm6iJp1VI/AAAAAAAADww/Vlgm0TUHDZw/s1600/DSC_0067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bb2iADHgi9U/TrGm6iJp1VI/AAAAAAAADww/Vlgm0TUHDZw/s640/DSC_0067.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of my favorite shots. &amp;nbsp;It's not staged. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what kind of shoes they are wearing. &amp;nbsp;You can't tell where the photo was taken. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;It is real life&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I didn't tell him to kiss her, so her reaction is genuine. &amp;nbsp;It's an up close shot of life being lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dos3Ez0o_0Q/TrGrYNb7F-I/AAAAAAAADw4/L1MkP9RFmaM/s1600/girlies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dos3Ez0o_0Q/TrGrYNb7F-I/AAAAAAAADw4/L1MkP9RFmaM/s400/girlies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes you will capture a shot that you will be so glad they're not looking at the camera. &amp;nbsp;Sniff, sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I took this shot at the beach about 7 years ago with a point and shoot. &amp;nbsp;It's my all time favorite. &amp;nbsp;Next time we'll talk about cameras. &amp;nbsp;I need a tissue after that stroll through memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now go get in their faces! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-2588044105624544233?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/2588044105624544233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=2588044105624544233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2588044105624544233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2588044105624544233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/photography-in-your-face.html' title='Photography: In Your Face'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OwRiinhvoeY/TrGeDFgxZaI/AAAAAAAADwI/6D1n8aoqa6U/s72-c/DSC_3359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1752546913817746792</id><published>2011-11-01T15:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:42:05.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Willy Wonka Would Be Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hello November. &amp;nbsp;I'm always so glad to see you. &amp;nbsp;October used to be my favorite month but after&lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2008/11/whew.html"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2008/11/whew-3.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-wonder-woman-to-old-lady-in-15.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; I've decided that you now hold the title of Favorite Month. &amp;nbsp;October hasn't been good to me and my loyalty can only go so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But before we get too settled into my favorite month I thought I'd share a photo from last night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfyRzReJ6KE/TrBGoReOeZI/AAAAAAAADvQ/KaRto_2oM9w/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfyRzReJ6KE/TrBGoReOeZI/AAAAAAAADvQ/KaRto_2oM9w/s640/DSC_0321.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I know it's blurry, but I'm on medication for goodness &lt;strike&gt;shakes&lt;/strike&gt; sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's back up a little bit and catch up, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown from a horse last Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;By Friday morning I was still in excruciating pain so my mom drove me to an urgent care (remember we were out of town). &amp;nbsp;After one light touch to my abdomen, the doctor told me I needed to head straight to the ER because there was a good possibility of organ damage. &lt;br /&gt;I spent the day getting xrays, CT scan, bloodwork ...you know, all my favorite ways to spend an October day. &amp;nbsp;The good news was that no organs were damaged. &amp;nbsp;The even better news was that I would leave with some strong pain medication. &amp;nbsp; I don't usually like to take &amp;nbsp;medicine beyond the typical Advil, but when you're in this much pain, you're willing to expand your horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've pretty much been on the couch since Saturday night; with the exception of church since my kiddos were singing in "big" church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to last night. &amp;nbsp;We started a tradition last year of gathering with four other families (totaling 17 kids) for chili and trick-or-treating. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know it's a touchy subject, but we keep the focus on spending time with friends and having fun with the costumes. &amp;nbsp;No ghouls aloud.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;My dear friend played the perfect hostess by moving her big soft chair into her kitchen so I wouldn't miss out on any of the fun. &amp;nbsp;Since it was pouring rain, the other moms &lt;i&gt;graciously&lt;/i&gt; volunteered to stay and keep me company while the dads and kids gathered the bounty. &amp;nbsp;What generous friends. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are too old for me to &lt;strike&gt;steal&lt;/strike&gt; sneak candy out of their bags, so we usually go through it together and I get all the Twix and Take5 bars, &lt;i&gt;of which there was a deficit this year&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;As we dug through the loot my daughter held something behind her back. &amp;nbsp;With a sly grin she presented the perfect gift that mended my candy disappointment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ik15JNyvWU/TrB01ofL26I/AAAAAAAADvY/CS7x3xKvhfE/s1600/DSC_0332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ik15JNyvWU/TrB01ofL26I/AAAAAAAADvY/CS7x3xKvhfE/s400/DSC_0332.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-bees-on-honey.html"&gt;World's Finest Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; bar ... my golden ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite November 1st candy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1752546913817746792?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1752546913817746792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1752546913817746792&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1752546913817746792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1752546913817746792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/11/willy-wonka-would-be-proud.html' title='Willy Wonka Would Be Proud'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfyRzReJ6KE/TrBGoReOeZI/AAAAAAAADvQ/KaRto_2oM9w/s72-c/DSC_0321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3684587803670801728</id><published>2011-10-27T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:20:19.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Wonder Woman to Old Lady in 15 Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Back in September my kids were already trying to decide what they were going to "be" for October 31st. &amp;nbsp;The original plan was for all 5 of us to dress as superheroes. &amp;nbsp;Isn't that cute? &amp;nbsp;Over the course of the month the plan sort of changed when my girls eventually chose something entirely different; while my son stuck with the superhero idea. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward to this week. &amp;nbsp;The kids and I have been in the mountains visiting my parents for fall break. &amp;nbsp;Knowing that cold, rainy weather is on its way, we tried to squeeze as much fun stuff into the first few days as possible. &amp;nbsp;Hiking (lots of hiking) and horse back riding were the top two priorities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ6CKrFli8k/TqoGnqW2GdI/AAAAAAAADvA/PtGcTziCvok/s1600/DSC_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ6CKrFli8k/TqoGnqW2GdI/AAAAAAAADvA/PtGcTziCvok/s640/DSC_0215.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hanging out with "Papa" on top of Grandfather Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Wednesday afternoon my girls and I went on a gorgeous horse ride through Christmas tree farmland. &amp;nbsp;The day couldn't have been more perfect. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately one of the horses (that my 10 year old was riding) had spacial issues and didn't like any other horse to get too close. &amp;nbsp;As I came around a bend my horse got too close to Mr. Personal Space and he started backing up and kicking at my horse. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, I was thrown as my horse tried to avoid the kicks. &amp;nbsp;My horse took off running and my girls (with good reason) freaked out as they watched their momma lie on the ground with the wind knocked out of her. &amp;nbsp;Miraculously I avoided being kicked, but sustained other injuries from my fall. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The ol' body ain't what she used to be&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Eventually our trail guide was able to capture my horse and as the saying goes, "I fell off the horse, but got back on." &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because, really, who wants to walk a mile back to the stable?&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I think it was pure adrenaline that got me back to the stable because when I got in my car the pain hit like a ton of bricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've spent the entire day on the couch (which was TOTALLY not in the fall break plan) nursing cracked ribs and a very bruised body. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if I've ever experienced this kind of pain. &amp;nbsp;Who knew laughing or sneezing could be so painful?? &amp;nbsp;My sweet parents have taken over all of the details like feeding and putting my kids to bed. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what I would have done if they weren't here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcATfw_kwtc/TqoH5tKVGlI/AAAAAAAADvI/Oqq0alyDNk0/s1600/DSC_0152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LcATfw_kwtc/TqoH5tKVGlI/AAAAAAAADvI/Oqq0alyDNk0/s400/DSC_0152.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My sweet momma who has taken such good care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wanna know the funny part? &amp;nbsp;I decided to leave my camera in the car for the ride, even though I was doing a blog series on taking lots of pictures. &amp;nbsp;For some reason I just didn't feel like bringing the camera along. &amp;nbsp;I'm SO thankful I didn't! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This afternoon my daughter said to me, "well mom, instead of being Wonder Woman you could be an old lady in a wheel chair for Halloween." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd appreciate your prayers for a quick recovery. &amp;nbsp;I hear ribs don't heal quickly, so I'm none too happy about that! &amp;nbsp;It was a very traumatic experience for my kids, so pray for them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be looking for the perfect gray wig to go with my haggard body. &amp;nbsp;;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3684587803670801728?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3684587803670801728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3684587803670801728&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3684587803670801728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3684587803670801728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-wonder-woman-to-old-lady-in-15.html' title='From Wonder Woman to Old Lady in 15 Feet'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ6CKrFli8k/TqoGnqW2GdI/AAAAAAAADvA/PtGcTziCvok/s72-c/DSC_0215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5227298168199464911</id><published>2011-10-27T15:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:53:58.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><title type='text'>Photography: Daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Using Light To Your Advantage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUgZdre_i1A/TqSlYrxjWcI/AAAAAAAADug/_GgRGGTFb0o/s1600/DSC06903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUgZdre_i1A/TqSlYrxjWcI/AAAAAAAADug/_GgRGGTFb0o/s640/DSC06903.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, did you do your homework? &amp;nbsp;Did you pull out your camera and act like a crazy person? &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you were a cute kind of crazy. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today we are going to talk about light. &amp;nbsp;If you only walk away with one thing today let it be this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Daylight is a photographer's best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. There is a time of day that is called the Sweet Hour (I don't know if that's an official term but that's what I call it. &amp;nbsp;Should I get a patent on it?) It is about 1-2 hours before sunset. &amp;nbsp;If you want gorgeous pictures outside of your kiddos/dog/spouse/favorite dishcloth, this is the time to do it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Or 1-2 hours after sunrise, but who is crazy enough to want to do it then?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Take your baby out on a quilt and take some shots at that time of day. &amp;nbsp;You will be amazed. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. One thing you have to be careful of is&lt;b&gt; shadows&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Make sure the shadows of the branches above aren't making her face look like a puzzle: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruuApYYuOtc/Tql73Ho5AgI/AAAAAAAADu4/B0waMeQRAms/s1600/DSC_0142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ruuApYYuOtc/Tql73Ho5AgI/AAAAAAAADu4/B0waMeQRAms/s400/DSC_0142.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;TURN OFF YOUR FLASH&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Who wants a shiny forehead? &amp;nbsp;By turning off the flash, you will have a much more natural glow... and no more red eye! &amp;nbsp;Use that natural light to your advantage. &amp;nbsp;I rarely use my flash. &amp;nbsp;Oftentimes, if you have your camera set on "auto" it will use the flash. &amp;nbsp;Try turning it off. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes Mr. Auto thinks he's smarter than he actually is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If your life is anything like mine, that is the craziest time of day, filled with dinner and baths. &amp;nbsp;So here are some hints if you can't take the shots during the "sweet hour":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9uIhPhhDiw/TqSmiIq9g8I/AAAAAAAADuw/ny4tuJVyM8o/s1600/DSC_1655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9uIhPhhDiw/TqSmiIq9g8I/AAAAAAAADuw/ny4tuJVyM8o/s640/DSC_1655.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Water and sunlight make a gorgeous couple. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Much better than Brad and Angelina.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The best time is mid-morning or late afternoon, but don't put the camera away if you happen to be near water during mid-day ... you just might capture a fun picture like the one above. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Use the angle of the sun to your advantage. &amp;nbsp;Rather than having your subject face the sun and end up with the crazy the-sun's-in-my-eyes grin, try to have the sun to the right or left of their faces. &amp;nbsp;Look through the viewfinder to double check your subjects' faces. &amp;nbsp;Are they too shadowed? &amp;nbsp;If not, allow the sun to play off of their hair. &amp;nbsp;It gives a celestial glow :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBXw3LX8KeY/TqSl6w4ZmFI/AAAAAAAADuo/31jsAlmH1wA/s1600/photo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBXw3LX8KeY/TqSl6w4ZmFI/AAAAAAAADuo/31jsAlmH1wA/s640/photo-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Don't let an overcast day get you down. &amp;nbsp;It's actually a great filter for a good photograph. &amp;nbsp;Try it, you might be surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Take advantage of the sunlight that comes &lt;u&gt;into &lt;/u&gt;your home. &amp;nbsp;With the cold weather nipping at our heels, it's a good time to find a window in your home that has good light. &amp;nbsp;Often, when I want to do &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-bars-from-heaven.html"&gt;a still shot of something&lt;/a&gt; I will move it to my kitchen table because of the great natural light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; To see my disclaimer and catch up on this little series go &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/11/pumpkin-bars-from-heaven.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Next time we'll talk about getting in their faces. &amp;nbsp;Did you know that when you have a camera in your hand, it's not rude? &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5227298168199464911?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5227298168199464911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5227298168199464911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5227298168199464911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5227298168199464911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/photography-daylight.html' title='Photography: Daylight'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cUgZdre_i1A/TqSlYrxjWcI/AAAAAAAADug/_GgRGGTFb0o/s72-c/DSC06903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4666632291938087084</id><published>2011-10-25T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:11:41.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Photography: You Can Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not a professional. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know all of the lingo. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still learning all kinds of things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm really just a mom who loves to take photos. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See? &amp;nbsp;Doesn't that make you feel better? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ZWuGIUarI/TqSkZHvnGmI/AAAAAAAADtY/D6-n4k1lFbQ/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ZWuGIUarI/TqSkZHvnGmI/AAAAAAAADtY/D6-n4k1lFbQ/s640/DSC_0012.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've had several friends ask me for advice on photography, so I thought I'd do a little series on it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Even if photography isn't a hobby for you, you can still take great pictures&lt;/b&gt; of your family enjoying life. &amp;nbsp;So today I'm here to tell you that you can do it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Beautifully&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;1. Take the time to get your camera out, &lt;u&gt;often&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The two photos shown today are from a couple of weeks ago when my kids were playing in the backyard. &amp;nbsp;We didn't coordinate outfits; we didn't practice poses; we didn't make it an event. &amp;nbsp;I just started taking photos while they were playing. &amp;nbsp;There were lots that didn't turn out, but that's the beauty of digital. In the photo above they were playing on the tire swing and I took a picture because they were being so sweet with each other. &amp;nbsp;My kids have gotten used to me taking pictures of them so when the camera comes out, it isn't awkward or forced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Know your camera. &amp;nbsp;Even with a point-and-shoot camera (and, for the record, there's nothing wrong with a point-and-shoot) you can take gorgeous shots. &amp;nbsp;I know the owners' manual is overwhelming and annoying. &amp;nbsp;Start off by learning what the little icons on your camera mean so that you will be able to use them to your advantage. &amp;nbsp;If your life is uber crazy right now, at least figure out where the "no flash" icon is located and how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Capture the here and the now. &amp;nbsp;Don't save your camera moments for a pose on the top of a mountain you just climbed (yes, these shots are very important, but don't let them be the only ones on your memory card). &amp;nbsp;Take pictures of your loved ones as they live out the day-to-day. &amp;nbsp;The picture below is one of my favorites. &amp;nbsp;Would I normally choose a pink Cabela's sweatshirt for a photoshoot? &amp;nbsp;Um, no. &amp;nbsp;But this is who she is. &amp;nbsp;This is what she wears on a regular basis to play outside. &amp;nbsp;I look at this photo and the boots melt my heart. &amp;nbsp;Would I prefer her in striped tights, a corduroy skirt and cute cowgirl boots? &amp;nbsp;Sure! &amp;nbsp;But that's not what I wanted to capture that day. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to capture her in her backyard just as she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzOzd4eFOdE/TqSkaV1MXwI/AAAAAAAADtg/Mw5j9KpYd9U/s1600/DSC_0041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzOzd4eFOdE/TqSkaV1MXwI/AAAAAAAADtg/Mw5j9KpYd9U/s640/DSC_0041.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We'll stop here for today. &amp;nbsp;My goal with this little photography series is to encourage you. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully you will leave feeling less intimidated by the lens and excited to take some great shots. &amp;nbsp;So, go grab your camera! &amp;nbsp;It's homework time! &amp;nbsp;Start taking pictures and come back tomorrow ready to learn about using light to your advantage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4666632291938087084?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4666632291938087084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4666632291938087084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4666632291938087084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4666632291938087084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/photography-you-can-do-it.html' title='Photography: You Can Do It'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L4ZWuGIUarI/TqSkZHvnGmI/AAAAAAAADtY/D6-n4k1lFbQ/s72-c/DSC_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4354243252792883465</id><published>2011-10-24T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:00:10.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Turning Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzUEQiW6yvA/TqSJ4LLx72I/AAAAAAAADtI/A4icwLc0lRI/s1600/DSC_0092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzUEQiW6yvA/TqSJ4LLx72I/AAAAAAAADtI/A4icwLc0lRI/s640/DSC_0092.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Lego cake made by my main squeeze)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Over the weekend we celebrated my sweet boy's 8th birthday. &amp;nbsp;Since he's my baby, I'm a wee bit more &lt;strike&gt;emotional&lt;/strike&gt; sentimental than normal. &amp;nbsp;Eight sounds so big. &amp;nbsp;I asked him on the eve of his birthday if he would still give me snuggles. &amp;nbsp;I'm so glad he said yes... with a grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVmnFZp86s0/TqSJ2y_6NYI/AAAAAAAADtA/bbzhcORRr8A/s1600/DSC_0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVmnFZp86s0/TqSJ2y_6NYI/AAAAAAAADtA/bbzhcORRr8A/s400/DSC_0087.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8f2B9m7HLg/TqSJ5HYYGGI/AAAAAAAADtQ/UwqE8tQvnvw/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8f2B9m7HLg/TqSJ5HYYGGI/AAAAAAAADtQ/UwqE8tQvnvw/s400/DSC_0096.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a rule in our house about sleepovers. &amp;nbsp;It's really to protect our kiddos. &amp;nbsp;The rule is that you have to be eight to have or go to a sleepover with someone other than family. &amp;nbsp;We feel like that is an age that our kids are old enough to tell us if something is going on that probably shouldn't be. &amp;nbsp;It adds to the excitement of turning eight, too. &lt;br /&gt;So that's what he wanted to have: a sleepover... with a Lego cake, NC State University napkins, Starwars candy, and a treasure hunt kind of party. &amp;nbsp;That's a boy for&lt;br /&gt;you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Doesn't he know his momma thrives on a good theme&lt;/i&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two older sisters in the house, we've had eons of sleepovers. &amp;nbsp;I'm here to let you in on a little secret. &amp;nbsp;Boy sleepovers are &lt;u&gt;much&lt;/u&gt; more active than girl sleepovers. &amp;nbsp;Not as much giggling and chit chat, but lots of guffaws, physical &lt;strike&gt;wrestling&lt;/strike&gt; contact, and bodily noises that would make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the quiet moments of my shower that day I had a little cry. &amp;nbsp;As my kids are getting older I am overwhelmed by how fast life is moving. &amp;nbsp;They are growing up way too quickly for my preference. &amp;nbsp;I might have begged and pleaded that he turn the clock back to 6 instead of moving forward to 8. &amp;nbsp;Yes, each age and stage is packed with goodness and fun, but sometimes it hurts a little to let go. &amp;nbsp;As I stood in the quiet, I could hardly believe that I have had the privilege to enjoy his gift of life for 8 years. &amp;nbsp;It's such an overwhelming task, this mothering. &amp;nbsp;A task so full of joy and pain, love and work wrapped up into a precious package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As for the number 8, I'm ready to embrace it. &amp;nbsp;Right after I dry my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkN1FZLPVHE/TqSJ1phQzgI/AAAAAAAADs4/ZrIZN0mDfeE/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MkN1FZLPVHE/TqSJ1phQzgI/AAAAAAAADs4/ZrIZN0mDfeE/s640/DSC_0072.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4354243252792883465?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4354243252792883465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4354243252792883465&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4354243252792883465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4354243252792883465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/turning-eight.html' title='Turning Eight'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzUEQiW6yvA/TqSJ4LLx72I/AAAAAAAADtI/A4icwLc0lRI/s72-c/DSC_0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-2754611812261722994</id><published>2011-10-20T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:00:32.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Fair Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asn-iguzW50/TqAhaPq2yEI/AAAAAAAADsw/wfjZwWuqmQM/s1600/DSC07139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asn-iguzW50/TqAhaPq2yEI/AAAAAAAADsw/wfjZwWuqmQM/s640/DSC07139.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's fair time in NC. &amp;nbsp;I'm not a huge fan of the crowds (and the germs) but I do love a couple of hours to take pride in my state. &amp;nbsp;We didn't make it last year, but this year I decided to surprise the kids. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I told them it was a field trip, not a day off. &amp;nbsp;{Mean momma} &amp;nbsp;So I explained that they were expected to have good attitudes while we looked at all of the livestock, agriculture and historical stuff in the morning, and then we would spend the afternoon riding rides and eating the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1nquLPVYrI/TqAhXRStygI/AAAAAAAADsg/KLX-v8nXBQ0/s1600/DSC07130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1nquLPVYrI/TqAhXRStygI/AAAAAAAADsg/KLX-v8nXBQ0/s640/DSC07130.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They did great with the 'tudes. &amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't be impressed by a 522lb pumpkin? &amp;nbsp; They loved the Village of Yesteryear. &amp;nbsp;In fact at the end of the day I asked what the favorites of the day were:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rabbits/bunnies (I had to agree)&lt;br /&gt;2. The blacksmith (in Yesteryear)&lt;br /&gt;3. The "guy making the gun" (in Yesteryear, again)&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't have to make a stink about having good attitudes in the "educational" part. &amp;nbsp;It was their favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my germaphobia has rubbed off. &amp;nbsp;For lunch we played it safe and ate Chic-fil-a. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Who knew you could find it at the state fair??&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;No one wanted to try the fried koolaid, fried butter, or fried candy bars. &amp;nbsp;We're not super health conscious, but I draw the line somewhere. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, my kids weren't &amp;nbsp;interested in clogging their arteries the fast way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_D9nVYBejs/TqAhYzXH73I/AAAAAAAADso/35qTLnuJVn4/s1600/DSC07137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_D9nVYBejs/TqAhYzXH73I/AAAAAAAADso/35qTLnuJVn4/s400/DSC07137.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the first time ever, we purchased ride tickets ahead of time. &amp;nbsp;I was armed with enough tickets for everyone to ride 2-3 rides. &amp;nbsp;After walking through the entire Midway, they all decided on the ferris wheel. &amp;nbsp;That. was. it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Um.... hello? &amp;nbsp;What a bout the Zipper? &amp;nbsp;The Gravitron? &amp;nbsp;The Swings?? &amp;nbsp;Back in my day I rode them all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Good grief, that sentence made me sound like an Old Fogey. &lt;/i&gt;I guess when you visit &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/trails-end.html"&gt;Cedar Point&lt;/a&gt; at the beginning of summer, their standard for fun rides is set a little high. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We polished off the day with cotton candy, popcorn and another venture through Yesteryear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I stood my ground when they started asking to buy a bunny. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I was a wee bit tempted by the cuteness, but don't tell my kids, mkay?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also resisted my personal fair favorite, the Caramel Apple since they were going for $4. &amp;nbsp;Patience paid off... &amp;nbsp;I bought one at Target last night for $1.25 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What's your favorite fair food? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-2754611812261722994?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/2754611812261722994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=2754611812261722994&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2754611812261722994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2754611812261722994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/fair-weather.html' title='Fair Weather'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asn-iguzW50/TqAhaPq2yEI/AAAAAAAADsw/wfjZwWuqmQM/s72-c/DSC07139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1275413757432439908</id><published>2011-10-14T14:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T14:57:41.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tough Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oIN442m8mU/TphumZIPWUI/AAAAAAAADrM/DM6rBT5a8uA/s1600/DSC_1944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oIN442m8mU/TphumZIPWUI/AAAAAAAADrM/DM6rBT5a8uA/s640/DSC_1944.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back in the spring I was asked to be on the planning committee for the women's fall retreat. &amp;nbsp;I felt guilty because of all the tasks that needed to be done in preparation, I got the most fun job: preparing the gift bags for all of the guests and leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gnstFtbxJ_o/TphunuKN3eI/AAAAAAAADrU/AgFoMZWLAeY/s1600/DSC_1946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gnstFtbxJ_o/TphunuKN3eI/AAAAAAAADrU/AgFoMZWLAeY/s640/DSC_1946.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had a blast finding fun (but inexpensive) items for all of the ladies. &amp;nbsp; I thought it would be a good idea for all of the ladies to have the same scent of hand sanitizer so we wouldn't smell like a pumpkin threw up sweet peas and cucumber melon in the meeting room. &amp;nbsp;Imagine the surprise on the manager's face when I cleaned out their supply of Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin at Bath and Body Works. &lt;br /&gt;I might have squealed in the middle of Walmart when I found these new Kleenex personal packets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix1ee4ekNvo/TpiFE5GXaeI/AAAAAAAADr0/e29RQJ4-oio/s1600/DSC_1932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ix1ee4ekNvo/TpiFE5GXaeI/AAAAAAAADr0/e29RQJ4-oio/s640/DSC_1932.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my two girls joined the fun in helping me put the bags together and add the ribbons. &amp;nbsp;My girls may not be in the band or on the basketball team, but they are learning that serving others can be F.U.N. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even helped me load my car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKl92INEtr4/TphuoQbmljI/AAAAAAAADrc/EY2f5RH-_BA/s1600/DSC_1948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKl92INEtr4/TphuoQbmljI/AAAAAAAADrc/EY2f5RH-_BA/s640/DSC_1948.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doncha just love the pattern on the bag on the far right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Target, you always know how to impress a girl. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also responsible for the decorations (finishing touches) for the retreat. &amp;nbsp;Again, feeling guilty for such a fun job!&lt;br /&gt;I had decided that fresh fall flowers would be great for the registration tables. &amp;nbsp;Of course, I waited until Thursday evening to go get the flowers so they would stay fresh for the weekend. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you're a little crazy like me, maybe not; but I had this idea in my head and the local grocery floral departments were not cooperating. My daughter and I traveled all over town looking for the right flowers. &amp;nbsp;After we finally found them, she looked at me and said, "I've never been to 5 grocery stores in one day." &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me neither, baby, me neither&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Confession: &amp;nbsp;I don't drink milk. &amp;nbsp;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know I should but I don't like it. &amp;nbsp;Shudder. &amp;nbsp;I've been trying to figure out ways to get more calcium. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Dipping Oreos doesn't quiet reach the FDA daily recommendation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFXkB8HDSV0/TphvMUkY1GI/AAAAAAAADrs/-0cui-P3H_Y/s1600/DSC_1866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFXkB8HDSV0/TphvMUkY1GI/AAAAAAAADrs/-0cui-P3H_Y/s640/DSC_1866.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've tried to find creative ways to &lt;strike&gt;add more sugar to my diet &lt;/strike&gt;drink milk. &amp;nbsp;I found these little packets in the coffee section. &amp;nbsp;When I drink one of these, I am getting a full glass of milk. &amp;nbsp;For only 60 calories, it's a great pick-me-up treat for the mid-morning sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SjSS_odqBM/TphvLVoYo7I/AAAAAAAADrk/q-vBiNvIOdM/s1600/DSC_1864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SjSS_odqBM/TphvLVoYo7I/AAAAAAAADrk/q-vBiNvIOdM/s640/DSC_1864.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adding a candle to the mix is optional, but I think it makes it taste better. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How about you? &amp;nbsp;Are you a milk drinker? &amp;nbsp;Any creative ways to get more calcium?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1275413757432439908?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1275413757432439908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1275413757432439908&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1275413757432439908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1275413757432439908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/tough-job.html' title='Tough Job'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oIN442m8mU/TphumZIPWUI/AAAAAAAADrM/DM6rBT5a8uA/s72-c/DSC_1944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1666767840466937574</id><published>2011-10-11T14:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:01:49.573-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Chicken Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's voting day in our area, so I thought this was perfect. &amp;nbsp;Hope it brings a smile to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNwmHsolqZM/TpSQpZrkm1I/AAAAAAAADrE/UpEfQBrsE-o/s1600/DSC_2052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNwmHsolqZM/TpSQpZrkm1I/AAAAAAAADrE/UpEfQBrsE-o/s400/DSC_2052.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Barack Obabma:&lt;br /&gt;The chicken crossed the road, okay, because it was time for a change. The chicken wanted a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin:&lt;br /&gt;You betcha he crossed that road, because he knew how hard it is for middle class American chickens to get across the road. Especially with a lipstick wearin' hockey mom at his heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton:&lt;br /&gt;When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick Cheney:&lt;br /&gt;Where's my gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cross the road with that chicken ... uh, what is your definition of crossing-the-road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make the world a safer place for that chicken ... no more cars allowed on roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, so instead of having him learn from his mistakes and get hit, I am going to give this chicken a car so he can just drive across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Sharpton:&lt;br /&gt;Why are all the chickens white?! We need some black chickens around here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Cooper, CNN:&lt;br /&gt;We have reason to believe there is a chicken trying to cross the road, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Seuss:&lt;br /&gt;Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway:&lt;br /&gt;To die in the rain ... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Falwell:&lt;br /&gt;Because that chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? If you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with phrases like "to the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa:&lt;br /&gt;In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. He just said he was going to do it, and that was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aristotle:&lt;br /&gt;It is the nature of the chicken to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing the roads together in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colonel Sanders:&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon'; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Gretchen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Coming Soon';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Oh, great, my husband's going to be looking for that chicken later.&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/6315918267720338482-1666767840466937574?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1666767840466937574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1666767840466937574&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1666767840466937574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1666767840466937574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/chicken-politics.html' title='Chicken Politics'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNwmHsolqZM/TpSQpZrkm1I/AAAAAAAADrE/UpEfQBrsE-o/s72-c/DSC_2052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5727966629162769847</id><published>2011-10-10T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:36:17.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Come and Meet With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;...{Jesus} said to them, "Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest. &amp;nbsp;Mark 6:31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0XRdvFkvZQ/TpMw3HOE0FI/AAAAAAAADrA/d2M19afN80U/s1600/DSC_1953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0XRdvFkvZQ/TpMw3HOE0FI/AAAAAAAADrA/d2M19afN80U/s640/DSC_1953.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had a date this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With the Creator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He displayed his majesty in breathtaking ways. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I awoke to this view (above) each morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He had been waiting... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Quietly waiting for me to put aside the busyness of life to &lt;b&gt;notice His splendor&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Christians often use the phrase "God showed up" when referring to a big event or retreat. &amp;nbsp;What a ridiculous statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He's always here, revealing himself to us. &amp;nbsp;We're the ones that forget to show up. &amp;nbsp;Actually, we often forget to just &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have been so consumed with the here. &amp;nbsp;The now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creating a worship of my time&lt;/i&gt; toward the insignificant. &amp;nbsp;I had become so blinded by the necessity of the immediate that I had forgotten the &lt;b&gt;promise of the eternal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEDrrKlyLN8/TpMwR35TFTI/AAAAAAAADq4/NQ3CQCWlq-Q/s1600/DSC_2036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEDrrKlyLN8/TpMwR35TFTI/AAAAAAAADq4/NQ3CQCWlq-Q/s640/DSC_2036.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On a grassy hill overlooking the lake, I voice words of love toward my Creator. &amp;nbsp;I lift my eyes and notice his gift of a &lt;b&gt;world that is &lt;i&gt;breathing His glory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Spending time in his masterpiece of creation quiets my soul. &amp;nbsp;He brings me back to those things that truly matter :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His gift of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His promise of &lt;b&gt;abundant life&lt;/b&gt; found in Him. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quiet truth is difficult to hear over the static of a busy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;The Lord your God is with you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;he is mighty to save. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;He will take&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;great delight&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;in you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;he will&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;quiet you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;with his love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;he will&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;rejoice over you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;with singing. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;~Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B85xajaNqHI/TpMwTVdbs2I/AAAAAAAADq8/e-txVOFLQ-k/s1600/DSC_2039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B85xajaNqHI/TpMwTVdbs2I/AAAAAAAADq8/e-txVOFLQ-k/s400/DSC_2039.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He will quiet me with his love&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A quieting of my mind. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A quieting of my to-do's. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A quieting of my discontentments. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A quieting of my soul. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A quiet, restoring love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In that quietness I am gifted the promise that He, the Creator King, takes great delight in me. &amp;nbsp; I have goosebumps. &amp;nbsp;He delights in me as a mother delights in the tender laughter of her child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;His gift of an artist's brush painted across the evening sky on the final evening of my date with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-938iM1i07KE/TpMwQL8DDtI/AAAAAAAADqw/A8tBxUEg8rQ/s1600/DSC_2024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-938iM1i07KE/TpMwQL8DDtI/AAAAAAAADqw/A8tBxUEg8rQ/s640/DSC_2024.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am abundantly overflowing with His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Linking with &lt;a href="http://www.impartinggrace.com/2011/10/spiritual-formation-day-10-grace.html"&gt;Imparting Grace&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5727966629162769847?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5727966629162769847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5727966629162769847&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5727966629162769847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5727966629162769847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-and-meet-with-me.html' title='Come and Meet With Me'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0XRdvFkvZQ/TpMw3HOE0FI/AAAAAAAADrA/d2M19afN80U/s72-c/DSC_1953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5785324554900489092</id><published>2011-10-07T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:28:26.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adl5wiYfpqU/To79f8kJhbI/AAAAAAAADqs/cZ8hBVnC-vU/s1600/DSC_1844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adl5wiYfpqU/To79f8kJhbI/AAAAAAAADqs/cZ8hBVnC-vU/s640/DSC_1844.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;May your weekend be filled with glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed to a women's retreat. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to go. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on one in years. &lt;br /&gt;But my husband encouraged me to take some time to myself. &amp;nbsp;I'm looking forward to being refreshed in body and spirit. &amp;nbsp;Now that it's time to leave, I'm realizing my man was right. &amp;nbsp;I do need some time. &lt;br /&gt;I'll come back a better mother, better wife, better daughter of the King.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5785324554900489092?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5785324554900489092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5785324554900489092&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5785324554900489092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5785324554900489092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adl5wiYfpqU/To79f8kJhbI/AAAAAAAADqs/cZ8hBVnC-vU/s72-c/DSC_1844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3707847280056863981</id><published>2011-10-04T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:15:24.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Crazy is as Crazy Does</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. I don't know about you, but I welcomed October with open arms.... and candycorn nail night with my girls. &amp;nbsp;So fun! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eew33peDU0k/TouUsw9b2yI/AAAAAAAADqY/G1vFW_BlgaU/s1600/candy+corn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eew33peDU0k/TouUsw9b2yI/AAAAAAAADqY/G1vFW_BlgaU/s640/candy+corn.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We've been official chicken owners for over a year now. &amp;nbsp;Our egg lay-ers have been producing eggs since last November. &amp;nbsp;A few weeks ago, we were up to 5 eggs a day. &amp;nbsp;Then something happened and we suddenly went from 5 to 1. &amp;nbsp;We thought maybe something was getting in the coop and collecting the eggs, like a snake or racoon. &amp;nbsp;We also noticed that our beautiful birds were looking R.O.U.G.H. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to the vast knowledge found on the internet, we discovered that our girls were molting. &amp;nbsp;They don't lay when molting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what happens when you don't do your job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMTc1EJqlaE/TouUt0D5aOI/AAAAAAAADqc/gKuR9Ia0Bmo/s1600/DSC_1877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMTc1EJqlaE/TouUt0D5aOI/AAAAAAAADqc/gKuR9Ia0Bmo/s400/DSC_1877.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Haha! &amp;nbsp;Just kidding. &amp;nbsp;We've been raising meat birds, too. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've got a whole post on that coming up soon... I know you're waiting on pins and needles.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Our egg layers are alive and kicking and we're patiently waiting for the egg production to pick back up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On Saturday I was cutting through the parking lot of a local strip mall when suddenly I realized that I had driven right through the &lt;strike&gt;twilight zone&lt;/strike&gt; middle of a Ford Fiesta Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5F21Kj00bOs/TouUuwpqJcI/AAAAAAAADqg/gHwALq8kx7I/s1600/DSC_1894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5F21Kj00bOs/TouUuwpqJcI/AAAAAAAADqg/gHwALq8kx7I/s400/DSC_1894.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um, hello?? &amp;nbsp;Ford Fiesta owners are proud enough to have a festival? &amp;nbsp;I've always thought of those cars as the lowest on the food chain of vehicles. &amp;nbsp;Take all kinds, I guess. &amp;nbsp;Normally when I see &lt;strike&gt;weird stuff&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;unusual things, I try to casually sneak a picture or two. &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;Not this one. &amp;nbsp;I decided if they were proud enough to meet in a parking lot with 100's of other Fiesta owners, they wouldn't mind the crazy lady in her giant SUV taking pictures with her zoom lens. &amp;nbsp;We're all a little crazy, aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinner conversation last week :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sister: &lt;b&gt;My brother has a great memory&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Brother: &lt;b&gt;Yeah, I do. &amp;nbsp;I remember my birth nurse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mom: &lt;b&gt;Huh? &amp;nbsp;Whaaa????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.I reached my limit last week and joyfully announced that this week would be fall break. &amp;nbsp;Whoops and shrieks ensued, and then I pulled myself together to allow the kids to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To celebrate our first day of break, we went hiking yesterday. &amp;nbsp;It was one of those perfect mornings: sunny and brisk. &amp;nbsp;We met some dear friends who are also celebrating their fall break. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure who had more fun, the moms or the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2X9b9IN44XM/TouUwOsfw6I/AAAAAAAADqk/ggZ_QugJyd8/s1600/DSC_1904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2X9b9IN44XM/TouUwOsfw6I/AAAAAAAADqk/ggZ_QugJyd8/s640/DSC_1904.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;8. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe two days of our break are done. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to savor each moment of just being in the role of MOM, not teacher. &amp;nbsp;It sure is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGRfzxcdZZ4/TouUxL3BquI/AAAAAAAADqo/OyjbIiUKaoE/s1600/DSC_1908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PGRfzxcdZZ4/TouUxL3BquI/AAAAAAAADqo/OyjbIiUKaoE/s640/DSC_1908.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is bringing you joy this first week of October?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3707847280056863981?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3707847280056863981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3707847280056863981&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3707847280056863981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3707847280056863981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/10/crazy-is-as-crazy-does.html' title='Crazy is as Crazy Does'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eew33peDU0k/TouUsw9b2yI/AAAAAAAADqY/G1vFW_BlgaU/s72-c/candy+corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-9124823126246845294</id><published>2011-09-29T22:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:10:58.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAFknkDZnU/ToUlGD3zKAI/AAAAAAAADqU/UN4xKFqVQ34/s1600/DSC_1811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAFknkDZnU/ToUlGD3zKAI/AAAAAAAADqU/UN4xKFqVQ34/s640/DSC_1811.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the thunder in the distant grew louder, I could feel the air sizzle with electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It would only be a matter of time, I knew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the pelting rain on my window turned to small hail, making the storm sound more ferocious than a tempest with a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, only a matter of time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the sound of the deluge, I heard another familiar noise; the one I had been waiting for. &amp;nbsp;The pitter patter of feet, once so small, running to the safety of our giant bed. &amp;nbsp;No words were needed. &amp;nbsp;He knew. &amp;nbsp;I knew. &lt;br /&gt;Comfort in the storm. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn't that what we all desire?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gripped my hand and I squeezed a mother's assurance that all was safe. My momma-heart hurt as I felt his warm toes touch my ankle. &amp;nbsp; I remember when those toes used to curl into the curve of my arm. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned to savor these moments. &lt;br /&gt;Moments that at one time might have been an annoyance, are now a treasure that the ebbing of time will steal from me before I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the torrent raged, he slept. &amp;nbsp;Sleep eluded me. &lt;br /&gt;Jumbled thoughts of motherhood filled my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the storm-drenched quiet, I began to pray for my son. &amp;nbsp;But he wasn't the only one who filled my thoughts. &amp;nbsp;No. &amp;nbsp;It was someone else. &lt;br /&gt;His one-day-wife. &amp;nbsp;My daughter-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for her. &amp;nbsp;It's such a privilege, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she doesn't have a momma to hold her through a storm? &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Jesus, hold her through the storms of life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no one else is praying for her? &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lord, I'm overwhelmed. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guide her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Save her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Protect her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prepare her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest time of prayer for my future family. &lt;br /&gt;My future family.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at the thought of what that will look like. &amp;nbsp;I prayed for my children's future spouses as though I already knew them. &amp;nbsp;I prayed for my role as a mother-in-law. &amp;nbsp;That's such a hard role to fill, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm raged but my heart filled with the sweetness of holding my ever-growing child and knowing that my heavenly Father holds our futures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-9124823126246845294?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/9124823126246845294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=9124823126246845294&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/9124823126246845294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/9124823126246845294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/sweetest-storm.html' title='The Sweetest Storm'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VwAFknkDZnU/ToUlGD3zKAI/AAAAAAAADqU/UN4xKFqVQ34/s72-c/DSC_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-632191061051196138</id><published>2011-09-28T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:13:51.295-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furnishings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>What's White and Round?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5qiz1fiMj8/ToM88YFqeAI/AAAAAAAADqM/QL38SRbgOwo/s1600/DSC_1835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5qiz1fiMj8/ToM88YFqeAI/AAAAAAAADqM/QL38SRbgOwo/s400/DSC_1835.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've had a hard time getting my fall mojo on. &amp;nbsp;Maybe because it still feels like the Amazon rainforest here in NC. &amp;nbsp;But alas, the trusty weatherman tells us cool temps are on the way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since fall is my absolute favorite season, I decided to just pretend that the air is crisp. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ud6qFUTGBk/ToM9ogs4PJI/AAAAAAAADqQ/M94qOBogAV8/s1600/DSC_1824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Ud6qFUTGBk/ToM9ogs4PJI/AAAAAAAADqQ/M94qOBogAV8/s400/DSC_1824.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acorns might be one of my all time favorite shapes. &amp;nbsp;I have several acorn Christmas tree ornaments but I didn't have any fall ones. &amp;nbsp;I found these beauties at Kohls for 50% off. &amp;nbsp;My one fall purchase of the year. &amp;nbsp;I love them in a glass milk bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A little fall goodness to grace the mantel. &amp;nbsp;Nothing like a couple of bags of mini-gourds from the Dollar Tree !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NyKSj6YpIQ/ToM84ofDiUI/AAAAAAAADp8/3bqTQdk-he8/s1600/DSC_1825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NyKSj6YpIQ/ToM84ofDiUI/AAAAAAAADp8/3bqTQdk-he8/s400/DSC_1825.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I purchased two of these gourds on sale at Micheals. &amp;nbsp;Can you tell which one is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIAozzNjQXI/ToM85a_q03I/AAAAAAAADqA/FtWbtQMwRN8/s1600/DSC_1828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIAozzNjQXI/ToM85a_q03I/AAAAAAAADqA/FtWbtQMwRN8/s400/DSC_1828.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's the one in front, lovingly grown by a friend. &amp;nbsp;It's actually a squash of some sort, but since I don't eat squash I thought it would make a perfect fall centerpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZLPdcek5rs/ToM86Vf96kI/AAAAAAAADqE/4IDW4m95ffg/s1600/DSC_1831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZLPdcek5rs/ToM86Vf96kI/AAAAAAAADqE/4IDW4m95ffg/s400/DSC_1831.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A little sprig of fall near the front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyODoJZ1G9U/ToM87S9HiII/AAAAAAAADqI/M49MPZ3sgzI/s1600/DSC_1834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UyODoJZ1G9U/ToM87S9HiII/AAAAAAAADqI/M49MPZ3sgzI/s400/DSC_1834.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have a thing for white pumpkins. &amp;nbsp;They seem so soothing and fresh. &amp;nbsp;I found these at Walmart for $1.50 each last year. &amp;nbsp;So yeah, I'm a little strange (but you already knew that). &lt;br /&gt;White pumpkins and acorns = happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't purchased any mums yet. &amp;nbsp;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite fall item?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-632191061051196138?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/632191061051196138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=632191061051196138&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/632191061051196138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/632191061051196138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-white-and-round.html' title='What&apos;s White and Round?'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5qiz1fiMj8/ToM88YFqeAI/AAAAAAAADqM/QL38SRbgOwo/s72-c/DSC_1835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6751884580362390817</id><published>2011-09-27T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:00:04.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furnishings'/><title type='text'>Treasured</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4jZvGeWkQI/ToEbOzUjuYI/AAAAAAAADpg/dYNhVe6xNwU/s1600/DSC_1813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4jZvGeWkQI/ToEbOzUjuYI/AAAAAAAADpg/dYNhVe6xNwU/s640/DSC_1813.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have you tried Gingergold Apples yet? &amp;nbsp;Oh my. &amp;nbsp;They are worth their weight in gold. &amp;nbsp;Speaking of treasures... &lt;br /&gt;I don't have very many items in my home that I treasure. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I like fun stuff, but if the house were on fire the one item I would want to make sure I grabbed is this little treasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaNqqOkQimo/ToEbP63hHeI/AAAAAAAADpk/umVcbfnWbiQ/s1600/DSC_1816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VaNqqOkQimo/ToEbP63hHeI/AAAAAAAADpk/umVcbfnWbiQ/s640/DSC_1816.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This miniature pie safe is a family heirloom. &amp;nbsp;It's been in my mother's side of the family for generations. &amp;nbsp;Since it's origin, it has been passed down to the eldest daughter. &amp;nbsp;When my mom inherited it, she immediately gave it to me (her eldest daughter) because she knew my love for it. &amp;nbsp;I have fond memories of playing with it at my grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't perfect, but the sentimental value is priceless. &amp;nbsp;I think my momma left her toddler size mark on the inside of the door. &amp;nbsp;I can just imagine her in a baby doll style dress and dark ringlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ4wl5q-5LE/ToEbQzNt5zI/AAAAAAAADpo/I5GcVxDgs-s/s1600/DSC_1817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ4wl5q-5LE/ToEbQzNt5zI/AAAAAAAADpo/I5GcVxDgs-s/s400/DSC_1817.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It doesn't hold much. &amp;nbsp;What I found in the drawer today is probably a bit different than what it used to hold in years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-puN3NnEC8HQ/ToEbR92uO7I/AAAAAAAADps/6OTkC5lwOZo/s1600/DSC_1818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-puN3NnEC8HQ/ToEbR92uO7I/AAAAAAAADps/6OTkC5lwOZo/s400/DSC_1818.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realize until I took the picture how different the tin is in each door. &amp;nbsp;Now that I look at it, I believe the tin on the right is the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iIxJfXp8sA/ToEbTZ_KGvI/AAAAAAAADpw/s-e4qftTEUM/s1600/DSC_1819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_iIxJfXp8sA/ToEbTZ_KGvI/AAAAAAAADpw/s-e4qftTEUM/s400/DSC_1819.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yep, it's not perfect, but it is a treasure to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zG5Dncs-Z8E/ToEbUeHOzbI/AAAAAAAADp0/E25xZgthLyU/s1600/DSC_1821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zG5Dncs-Z8E/ToEbUeHOzbI/AAAAAAAADp0/E25xZgthLyU/s400/DSC_1821.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A pint sized treasure that my own children have enjoyed. &amp;nbsp;And now I treasure all of those memories in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a treasured heirloom? &amp;nbsp;Do tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6751884580362390817?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6751884580362390817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6751884580362390817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6751884580362390817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6751884580362390817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/treasured.html' title='Treasured'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N4jZvGeWkQI/ToEbOzUjuYI/AAAAAAAADpg/dYNhVe6xNwU/s72-c/DSC_1813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1048390301788153564</id><published>2011-09-26T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:00:10.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting on the "Breaks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXE8g7EINVQ/Tn-iKpDAmVI/AAAAAAAADpY/7XeVKKXf_sI/s1600/sick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXE8g7EINVQ/Tn-iKpDAmVI/AAAAAAAADpY/7XeVKKXf_sI/s640/sick.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This photo pretty much sums up my wild weekend. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For the first time since pre-babies I slept past 10 a.m. on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;2. I went back to sleep at noon.&lt;br /&gt;3. My "Words With Friends" friends should thank me since I played while under the influence of cold medication. &amp;nbsp;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;I spent two full days in my bedroom. &amp;nbsp;It was kinda fun staying in bed with my computer, books, tv remote and the humidifier. &amp;nbsp;I caught up on all of my weekend daytime viewing. &amp;nbsp;Um, I'm good for a loonngg time.&lt;br /&gt;5. HGTV and the DIY Network ended up keeping me company. &amp;nbsp;I still love &lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/decorating-basics/qa-with-candice-olson/index.html"&gt;Candace&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I still &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; love Property Virgins.&lt;br /&gt;6. I mustered enough energy to go to church and I was blessed by two friends. &amp;nbsp;One brought me some delicious pumpkin bars and another gave me a pumpkin candle. &amp;nbsp;Thank you, Angie and Erin. &amp;nbsp;You know me so well.&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Church and lunch out turned out to be too much so I spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it's nice to have a good &lt;strike&gt;excuse&lt;/strike&gt; reason to put myself in &lt;strike&gt;time-out&lt;/strike&gt; quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;8. I was looking through the pictures on my laptop and ran across this one from Labor Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNolnM2AxaE/Tn-iR8narYI/AAAAAAAADpc/_A34EI1CCjs/s1600/walmart+ipad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNolnM2AxaE/Tn-iR8narYI/AAAAAAAADpc/_A34EI1CCjs/s640/walmart+ipad.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you think this is what Apple marketing had in mind when they agreed to a contract with Walmart? &amp;nbsp;Not quite the streamlined look that I associate with Apple products. &amp;nbsp;Notice the silk flowers on top still have a hanging price tag. &amp;nbsp;Classy.&lt;br /&gt;9. I was delighted by the comments and suggestions from my &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-my-answers-are-lame.html"&gt;Kids in Church&lt;/a&gt; question from last week. &amp;nbsp;I am so blessed by you!&lt;br /&gt;10. We've been in school for 10 weeks. &amp;nbsp;I'm ready for a little break. &amp;nbsp;I've been putting it off because everyone is going strong (except me) and I know that this is the time of year that we accomplish the most. &amp;nbsp;Yet, it's about time for a break. &amp;nbsp;Preferably one that doesn't include cold medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1048390301788153564?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1048390301788153564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1048390301788153564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1048390301788153564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1048390301788153564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/putting-on-breaks.html' title='Putting on the &quot;Breaks&quot;'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXE8g7EINVQ/Tn-iKpDAmVI/AAAAAAAADpY/7XeVKKXf_sI/s72-c/sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-870775587343071877</id><published>2011-09-22T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:40:34.121-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>When My Answers Are Lame</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I mentioned earlier this week that I wanted to chat about kids in church. &amp;nbsp;Now before you think I've gone crazy, let me make a few statements about what I believe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1. I believe families should attend church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;2. I believe the reason for attending church is to worship Christ; serve others; fellowship with other believers; and learn truths from His word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;3. I am a firm believer in teaching our children the importance of being involved (not just attending) church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;To read more about why we make it a priority, click &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-we-make-church-priority.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I'll take a deep breath and pray that you read this with an open mind and a willingness to discuss it kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago as we sat in our usual seats in church I looked to my right and realized that both of my girls were playing tic-tac-toe with their friends. &amp;nbsp;They were being quiet. &amp;nbsp;They were not being disruptive. &amp;nbsp;But something in me felt embarrassed that they were not diligently taking notes and hanging on every word of our pastor. &amp;nbsp;I whispered for them to stop playing games and pay attention! &amp;nbsp;My sweet daughter innocently replied, "but Mom, I don't understand what he's saying. &amp;nbsp;I never do." &amp;nbsp;How, pray tell, do you respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just act like you're listening."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You just need to pay attention."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well, listen better!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the responses I could come up with at that moment sounded absurd.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said things to your kids and while it is coming out of your mouth you've thought &lt;i&gt;what I'm saying sounds so ridiculous&lt;/i&gt;? &amp;nbsp;I do that so many times. &amp;nbsp;True confession. &amp;nbsp;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I muttered as my response that morning. &amp;nbsp;I do know that it really got me thinking about kids in church. &amp;nbsp;I know there are many churches who are extremely kid friendly. &amp;nbsp;They realize the importance of creating a sense of community for the children within the worship service. &amp;nbsp;Other churches offer "children's church" as a great alternative by creating an age appropriate teaching/worship time. &amp;nbsp;While our church has many strengths, creating a child friendly worship service is not one of them. &amp;nbsp;It is so disheartening to sit week after week under great teaching but feel that our most precious attenders are being completely ignored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are engaged during the song/worship time. &amp;nbsp;But then I have to ask myself, realistically, would I want to attend a service week after week where I was expected to sit (quiet and still) for 45 min while someone spoke only to the grown ups in the room? &lt;br /&gt;My children are compliant. &amp;nbsp;They &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; sit quietly and without complaint. &amp;nbsp;They are learning by example what worship time looks like for adults. &amp;nbsp;When Jesus said, "&lt;i&gt;let the little ones come to me&lt;/i&gt;" he didn't say, "&lt;i&gt;when the adult teaching time is over&lt;/i&gt;." &amp;nbsp;He included the children right then. &amp;nbsp;I want my children engaged in the act of worship. &amp;nbsp;Now. &amp;nbsp;Not when they get to their Sunday school class. &amp;nbsp;Now. &amp;nbsp;With us. &amp;nbsp;Alongside other believers of every age. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Engaged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask these hard questions before they start asking me: &amp;nbsp;Why &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; we have our children in church? &amp;nbsp;Do I expect them to &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; like they are paying attention? &amp;nbsp;Do I expect them to take notes on a topic that is beyond their comprehension? &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Do we, as a congregation (for generations in America), hinder our children's spiritual growth by expecting them to sit and behave, while ignoring them as a significant part of the body of Christ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this with the expectation that I would have good answers to these questions, I'm sorry to disappoint. &amp;nbsp;Like the title says, my answers right now &lt;u&gt;are lame&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I'm taking these questions to Jesus. &amp;nbsp;I'm also open to suggestions from you. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you attend a church that succeeds in making sure children are an intrinsic part of worship/teaching time. &amp;nbsp;Maybe you've found something special for them to do while sitting in church. &amp;nbsp;Maybe your Sunday morning looks much different than mine. &amp;nbsp;I'd love to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-870775587343071877?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/870775587343071877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=870775587343071877&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/870775587343071877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/870775587343071877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-my-answers-are-lame.html' title='When My Answers Are Lame'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8648237568810712907</id><published>2011-09-20T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:17:42.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. We had a touch of fall over the weekend. &amp;nbsp;It was wonderful, but now that we're back up in the 80's with humidity I feel like I was given one chocolate chip from the bag. &amp;nbsp;Only one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm craving more!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d29L4nrCYs/Tnjj3GBanLI/AAAAAAAADpM/AeVb_ytaMAY/s1600/downsized_0917111929b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d29L4nrCYs/Tnjj3GBanLI/AAAAAAAADpM/AeVb_ytaMAY/s640/downsized_0917111929b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What better way to enjoy cool weather than a football game? &amp;nbsp;It happened to be military appreciation night, so I had goosebumps that were a result of more than just chilly weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. By mid-September my house is usually filled with fall decorations. &amp;nbsp;What is it this year? &amp;nbsp;I have &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;gourd sitting in the powder room. &amp;nbsp;That's it. &amp;nbsp;Over the cool weekend I almost bought a couple of mums. &amp;nbsp;Now that it's muggy again, I can't bring myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;We decided that our son would have to be deathly ill before we took him to the emergency room this week, for fear that we might be turned in for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JFTooz51Zc/Tnjj5rlP9HI/AAAAAAAADpU/fnhk5Rs-M80/s1600/DSC_1793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_JFTooz51Zc/Tnjj5rlP9HI/AAAAAAAADpU/fnhk5Rs-M80/s400/DSC_1793.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He "clotheslined" himself on Sunday. &amp;nbsp;I guess the vine won. &amp;nbsp;He didn't even tell us it happened, so imagine my &lt;strike&gt;horror&lt;/strike&gt; surprise when I noticed &lt;i&gt;the slice on his neck&lt;/i&gt; when he got out of the bath. &amp;nbsp;Boys! &amp;nbsp;It's a whole 'nother world from girls. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;My 10 year old has been sick for the past two days. &amp;nbsp;It may or may not be a result of &lt;strike&gt;not so great parenting choices&lt;/strike&gt; staying up really late for 2 days in a row and sitting in the drizzle of rain for 4 hours to watch a football game. &amp;nbsp; While I never like my children to be sick, I have to admit it's been kind of nice to be forced to lay low and stay at home. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. I made &lt;a href="http://fooddoodles.com/2011/06/28/one-bowl-all-natural-no-bake-energy-bites/"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt;yesterday. &amp;nbsp;When my kids asked what they were I said, "Energy Balls." &amp;nbsp;It kind of just rolled off my tongue. &amp;nbsp;I feel like a really good mom when I hear my kids say, "mom, can I have an energy ball?" &amp;nbsp;Yep, it sounds so much better than, "mom, can I have a pop tart?" &amp;nbsp;I'll go with it! &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. I, on the other hand, found a new way to feed my addiction to Nutella. &amp;nbsp;Now I can enjoy my favorite chocolate silk in the car:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZlnZhE-tiE/Tnjj4BQkYNI/AAAAAAAADpQ/CTAGJBKDWgc/s1600/DSC_1791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZlnZhE-tiE/Tnjj4BQkYNI/AAAAAAAADpQ/CTAGJBKDWgc/s400/DSC_1791.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Daaaling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;I've been mulling over a topic that will probably go against my non-confrontational persona: &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Kids in Church&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;The last time I touched on this topic a tempest blew in from the north and nearly killed us all. &amp;nbsp;I ended up having to remove the post from my blog because of the fall out; so we'll see how frisky I'm feeling toward the end of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;Since we're on the topic of confrontation. &amp;nbsp;Here's the thing. &amp;nbsp;I have a few local bloggy friends that I know read my blog, but rarely comment. &amp;nbsp;I comment on their blogs but crickets chirp here. &amp;nbsp;I kind of see blogging as a good conversation. &amp;nbsp; Just a lil' disheartened. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;With that said...&amp;nbsp; I have gained some new readers lately who have left the most encouraging comments. &amp;nbsp;So THANK YOU "Alice," "Michele," "Thoughts for the Day,""Laura," and "Emily" &amp;nbsp;for joining in on the conversations here at NEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;We're having tacos tonight. &amp;nbsp;It's one meal that my family never tires of. &amp;nbsp;Tonight it's grilled chicken on soft tacos. &amp;nbsp;What's a meal your family never says no to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8648237568810712907?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8648237568810712907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8648237568810712907&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8648237568810712907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8648237568810712907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/tuesday-tidbits.html' title='Tuesday Tidbits'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d29L4nrCYs/Tnjj3GBanLI/AAAAAAAADpM/AeVb_ytaMAY/s72-c/downsized_0917111929b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6888573476813267788</id><published>2011-09-18T16:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:52:30.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do We Stay Silent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm feeling thinky, so we might trudge through some deep water today. &amp;nbsp;Just warning you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-kazbOV8cM/TnZOo8itXjI/AAAAAAAADpI/vy0tMxP9b_M/s1600/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-kazbOV8cM/TnZOo8itXjI/AAAAAAAADpI/vy0tMxP9b_M/s640/DSC_0046.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice, filled with the venom of self hatred, could be heard throughout the store. &amp;nbsp;Her need for attention, good or bad, triumphed over self preservation as she slung words at her daughter. &amp;nbsp;Our entire family stood in shock at what we heard her say to her wee one. &amp;nbsp;I cringed as my own children were exposed to words we have worked so hard to protect them from. &amp;nbsp;I said a prayer for her daughter, the receiver of the poisonous words. It was only a brief encounter, but long enough for my husband to shake his head at her vehemence and her anger to turn on him. &amp;nbsp;We walked away, to not add fuel to her fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We walked away&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Those three words have burned a hole in my heart for three days. &lt;br /&gt;We walked away. &amp;nbsp;Why didn't we do more? &amp;nbsp;Why did we leave that little one in the hands of a woman so filled with hatred the only way to live is by spewing ugliness and abuse. &lt;br /&gt;Why did we walk away? &amp;nbsp;Why didn't we stand up for the weak? &amp;nbsp;Why didn't we call the police? &amp;nbsp;Why didn't we step in? &amp;nbsp;I've replayed the "should haves" in my mind over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping we were on the 20/20 special "&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WhatWouldYouDo/"&gt;What Would You Do&lt;/a&gt;?" &amp;nbsp;Surely John Quinones would step out with his camera crew and we could hang our heads in shame for not stepping up to the plate. &amp;nbsp;But there were no actors involved. &amp;nbsp;Only a little girl enduring yet another public tirade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked myself why &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; I do something? &amp;nbsp;I was reminded of another time a child was involved in a helpless situation. &amp;nbsp;My own child. &amp;nbsp;Her teacher was out of line; a bad attitude on life left its mark on her students, every single day. &amp;nbsp;Everything within me wanted, &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt; to confront her. &amp;nbsp;Why were her students paying the price of her unhappiness? &amp;nbsp;My daughter was losing her love of school and I couldn't do anything to stop it. &amp;nbsp;Why didn't I say something? &amp;nbsp;I think it was the same reason I didn't do anything the other night. &lt;br /&gt;Fear. &lt;br /&gt;Not fear of what the adult involved might do to me, but how much worse will I make it for the child? &amp;nbsp;If I had confronted the teacher, she had the power to make the rest of the school year miserable for my daughter. &amp;nbsp;If I had confronted the angry mother at the store, I could have made life much harder on the little girl when she got home. &amp;nbsp;I'm not saying I made the right choice. &amp;nbsp;I know I didn't. &amp;nbsp;I'm just verbalizing my rationalization. &lt;br /&gt;Fear of making things worse overrode my willingness to try to make it better. &amp;nbsp;But I have to ask myself:&lt;br /&gt;At what point are we willing to not be silent? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A sweet friend reminded me that even though I didn't do anything for that child right then, I now have the power to spread her message to others to pray for her. &amp;nbsp;What could be greater than the prayers of a multitude? &amp;nbsp;Don't just pray for the child. &amp;nbsp;That momma needs Jesus' gift of love more than anything. &amp;nbsp;She's got a whole lot of hurt going on. &amp;nbsp;Will you join me and help me break my silence?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6888573476813267788?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6888573476813267788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6888573476813267788&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6888573476813267788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6888573476813267788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-do-we-stay-silent.html' title='Why Do We Stay Silent?'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d-kazbOV8cM/TnZOo8itXjI/AAAAAAAADpI/vy0tMxP9b_M/s72-c/DSC_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1035815559230072906</id><published>2011-09-16T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:31:35.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://carpoolqueen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;, I have a title for today's post. &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We spend the summer in my parent's pool. &amp;nbsp;Everyone has a blast, but I think my mom enjoys it the most. &amp;nbsp;Last night a cold front moved through our area, so our pool time might be over for 2011. &amp;nbsp;We got one last swim in last night and my kids kept saying "we'll probably swim tomorrow." &amp;nbsp;Yesterday the high was close to 90. &amp;nbsp;Today the high is 64. &amp;nbsp;Yep, I think the pool days are gone for now. &amp;nbsp;This morning when I woke up, my kids had on down vests and wool hats. &amp;nbsp;Can we say a little excited for fall??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9FK6wg-lc8/TnNeDVsdDSI/AAAAAAAADoA/dpHcRg-Dm54/s1600/DSC_1302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9FK6wg-lc8/TnNeDVsdDSI/AAAAAAAADoA/dpHcRg-Dm54/s640/DSC_1302.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whole coconuts were on sale last week so I made an impulse buy in the name of education and purchased one. &amp;nbsp;The kids had never seen a coconut up close. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;They thought it grew in a blue bag in the freezer section.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;So we punched a hole in it and everyone tasted the milk. &amp;nbsp;No one liked it (including moi) but we all tried it. &amp;nbsp;Then we cracked it open for a taste. &amp;nbsp;It was yummy, but after tasting it we kinda didn't know what to do with it. &amp;nbsp;Several Facebook friends suggested coconut cake, but really, that was way too much work. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So I did what I do best. &amp;nbsp;I made a fun little centerpiece and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR9TY5PAtSI/TnNeEt7kO4I/AAAAAAAADoE/b9YuGW9s2xw/s1600/DSC_1547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR9TY5PAtSI/TnNeEt7kO4I/AAAAAAAADoE/b9YuGW9s2xw/s640/DSC_1547.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. One of our all time favorite summertime traditions is visiting the lake with friends. &amp;nbsp;This year it looked like it might not happen but we were able to squeeze a short weekend trip in before the weather turned cold. &amp;nbsp;There's just something about large bodies of water filled with little tan bodies of energy that makes me SO happy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cAhBqcXCQY/TnNguxLw1bI/AAAAAAAADoM/uIM1ctLPNA4/s1600/DSC_1664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cAhBqcXCQY/TnNguxLw1bI/AAAAAAAADoM/uIM1ctLPNA4/s640/DSC_1664.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Yesterday we did something we haven't done in a long time. &amp;nbsp;We ran errands in the morning and did school in the afternoon. &amp;nbsp;It started out as a quest to find jeans for my girls. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need to stop right here and say it ranks right up there with a mammogram and cleaning the shower floor. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;I love to shop and I love my girls; but shopping with a specific goal and trying to do it in one day is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; fun. &amp;nbsp;While we were out and about I made a phone call to find out what the attire would be for a birthday party one of my girls is attending tonight. &amp;nbsp;While the idea of a bunch of 11 year olds dressing up and going out for a nice dinner sounds fun (fun enough we might copy that idea) it made me realize that my girls have NO church/semi-dressy clothes for the fall. &amp;nbsp;My poor son had to endure 4 hours of dressing room torture. &amp;nbsp;Finally he said, "Mom, I'm really tired of girl stuff." &amp;nbsp;Me too, baby, me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;During our &lt;strike&gt;torture session&lt;/strike&gt; shopping spree, we discovered that Target has all of their school supply stuff 75% off. &amp;nbsp;We racked up on notebook paper (.18 a pack!) and other fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We took a stroll down the seasonal aisle and I discovered that somewhere between pirates and mummies, someone wants to dress as ME for halloween:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlfNqy0GT3A/TnNdyMM5n7I/AAAAAAAADn8/uLAQkR8e56g/s1600/costume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlfNqy0GT3A/TnNdyMM5n7I/AAAAAAAADn8/uLAQkR8e56g/s640/costume.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;How's that for a little narcissism? &amp;nbsp;Ha! &amp;nbsp;My kids thought it was great; my husband made googly eyes at me, and I suddenly had the urge to find a good German pretzel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Tag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1035815559230072906?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1035815559230072906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1035815559230072906&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1035815559230072906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1035815559230072906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e9FK6wg-lc8/TnNeDVsdDSI/AAAAAAAADoA/dpHcRg-Dm54/s72-c/DSC_1302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3046960253524474403</id><published>2011-09-14T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T06:00:03.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>PeanutButter Chocolate Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBvCSZ--KVw/Tm9lAfWidNI/AAAAAAAADn4/cCA6F_cfxJs/s1600/DSC_1543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBvCSZ--KVw/Tm9lAfWidNI/AAAAAAAADn4/cCA6F_cfxJs/s640/DSC_1543.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you visited &lt;a href="http://picky-palate.com/"&gt;The Picky Palate&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;nbsp;Stop what you're doing and go. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You can thank me later.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;You'll come away feeling like you can be a gourmet chef tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took &lt;a href="http://picky-palate.com/2011/07/11/chocolate-chip-and-peanut-butter-truffle-swirled-cookies/"&gt;two &lt;/a&gt;of her &lt;a href="http://picky-palate.com/2011/08/01/chocolate-chunk-peanut-butter-swirl-fudgy-cookies/"&gt;recipes&lt;/a&gt; and combined them into one. &amp;nbsp;It turned out so ding-dang good, I just had to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;PeanutButter Chocolate Bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 1/2 cups creamy peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 1/4 cups powdered sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;2 sticks butter (just do it, don't think about it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 cup granulated sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;3/4 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;2 large eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 Tbs. vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 3/4 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;1 cup cocoa powder (yes, you read that right, 1 cup!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;12 oz bag chocolate chips (semi sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Mix peanut butter and powdered sugar. &amp;nbsp;Press into a foil-lined 9x9 baking dish. Freeze for 30 minutes, while preparing the rest of the ingredients. &amp;nbsp;Once frozen, slice into 1/2 inch chunks (see her great pictures &lt;a href="http://picky-palate.com/2011/07/11/chocolate-chip-and-peanut-butter-truffle-swirled-cookies/slicing-peanut-butter/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350. &amp;nbsp;Beat softened butter and sugars until well combined. &amp;nbsp;Add eggs and vanilla and beat until well combined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Combine flour, baking soda, salt and cocoa into separate bowl. &amp;nbsp;Add to wet ingredients and mix slowly, adding chocolate chips. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Scoop medium size spoonful of dough onto parchment lined cookie sheet. &amp;nbsp;Add 3-4 peanut butter chunks as you do. &amp;nbsp;Don't mix the p.b. chunks into dough, they will just spread out and you won't have those divine chunks to bite into! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Bake 15 minutes @ 350. &amp;nbsp;I know you'll want to sample as soon as they come out of the oven, but USE SELF CONTROL. &amp;nbsp; Wait until cool&amp;nbsp;otherwise the p.b. chunks will fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;It will be worth the wait... trust me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Makes about 3 dozen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3046960253524474403?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3046960253524474403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3046960253524474403&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3046960253524474403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3046960253524474403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/peanutbutter-chocolate-bliss.html' title='PeanutButter Chocolate Bliss'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SBvCSZ--KVw/Tm9lAfWidNI/AAAAAAAADn4/cCA6F_cfxJs/s72-c/DSC_1543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5106090619883087285</id><published>2011-09-13T08:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:05:31.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>When Plans Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the last 12+ years we have spent Labor Day weekend with my family in the NC mountains, celebrating the end of summer. &amp;nbsp;A few years ago my parents started a new tradition with their friends at the beach. &amp;nbsp;With my brother enjoying married life and my parents at the beach we found ourselves looking for a new way to celebrate the long weekend. &amp;nbsp;We decided to use the opportunity to share the mountain experience with friends and make new memories. &amp;nbsp;For the past three years we've had three different families join us. It has been a fun way to practice hospitality and give our kids a new kind of memory to cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL8VSd-R8jM/TmlY8AtfO_I/AAAAAAAADns/mDpRilb5aek/s1600/DSC_1498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL8VSd-R8jM/TmlY8AtfO_I/AAAAAAAADns/mDpRilb5aek/s640/DSC_1498.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year we experienced record heat and since the mountain house has no air conditioning, we needed to look for something cool to do. &amp;nbsp;The little town nestled in the hills doesn't have much to offer as far as entertainment, but we decided to try the bowling alley. &lt;br /&gt;Best decision ever.&lt;br /&gt;It was old, but well maintained. &amp;nbsp;The balls were wobbly, but hey, at $2 per game we didn't complain. &amp;nbsp;The kids thought it was the best thing since sliced bread, &lt;i&gt;once we put up the bumpers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning out the local Dollar Tree's glow stick supply we were ready for some evening fun.&lt;br /&gt;We got parents-of-the-year award when we allowed the kids to stay up late and roll down the mountain in the dark with glow goggles/wands/swords. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure the dinner party next door enjoyed the light show, complete with shrieks of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOL8CouFY0I/TmlY9R4lS-I/AAAAAAAADnw/MewVxLe42mQ/s1600/DSC_1523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOL8CouFY0I/TmlY9R4lS-I/AAAAAAAADnw/MewVxLe42mQ/s640/DSC_1523.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No trip to the mountains would be complete without a hike. &amp;nbsp;This time our hike was a quick one due to flying ants that decided they owned the top of the mountain. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;We graciously surrendered to their authority.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7_spm2lBY0/Tm9ggkAmBTI/AAAAAAAADn0/7C5qQEtlrmc/s1600/DSC_1478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y7_spm2lBY0/Tm9ggkAmBTI/AAAAAAAADn0/7C5qQEtlrmc/s640/DSC_1478.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I never made it to the river, which is my FAVORITE place to be. &amp;nbsp;I'm sad that I allowed the summer to slip by without getting in the kayak, but plans change and I think we made the best of it. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful for the chance to enjoy God's creation, especially the hilly part! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5106090619883087285?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5106090619883087285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5106090619883087285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5106090619883087285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5106090619883087285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-plans-change.html' title='When Plans Change'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HL8VSd-R8jM/TmlY8AtfO_I/AAAAAAAADns/mDpRilb5aek/s72-c/DSC_1498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4706978658894128826</id><published>2011-09-06T16:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:32:52.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Whole Latte Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;After a fun-filled weekend in the mountains my sweet man stopped to buy a coffee for me. Much to my delighted surprise, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Pumpkin Spice Latte&lt;/span&gt; is back. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The heavens parted and the angels sang.&lt;/i&gt;... fall must be on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;On&amp;nbsp;the rain-drenched trip home, I opened this book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mjyON6Qa-E/TmZ3_QD_wCI/AAAAAAAADnk/VmfWlnRRveI/s1600/DSC_1531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mjyON6Qa-E/TmZ3_QD_wCI/AAAAAAAADnk/VmfWlnRRveI/s640/DSC_1531.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1315340013&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;One Thousand Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1153605575"&gt;Ann Voskamp &amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was smitten. &lt;br /&gt;Its new take on the &lt;u&gt;act&lt;/u&gt; of thankfulness brought me to my knees. &amp;nbsp;I rarely recommend a book, especially when I am only half way through it, but this is worth its weight in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Last week we made a trip to the local Trader Joes. &amp;nbsp;It had been months since our last visit. &amp;nbsp;It's just far enough that we have to make a special effort to go. &amp;nbsp;I stocked up on all my favorites and when I got home I decided to take a picture to share with you. &amp;nbsp;These are just a few of the things we love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfonepgokr4/TmZENAaEd0I/AAAAAAAADng/Se6l3MJqckE/s1600/DSC_1406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gfonepgokr4/TmZENAaEd0I/AAAAAAAADng/Se6l3MJqckE/s640/DSC_1406.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The kiddos love the mini tacos. &amp;nbsp;Me? &amp;nbsp;Not so much.. &amp;nbsp;The Island Soyaki sauce is good on &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Except ice cream&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We like to marinate chicken in it and then grill up a storm. &amp;nbsp;Good stuff. &amp;nbsp;I'm a pimiento cheese snob and theirs is worth mentioning for the prepackaged variety. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a good recipe for pimiento cheese?&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Do share! &amp;nbsp;I've shared my other TJ favorites &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/10/may-i-suggest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/09/may-i-suggest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2010/01/may-i-suggest_27.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hello, my name is Gretchen and I'm addicted to Trader Joes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79jDTr2l6vE/TmZ4AD7jzdI/AAAAAAAADno/cH9mZSx351E/s1600/DSC_1534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79jDTr2l6vE/TmZ4AD7jzdI/AAAAAAAADno/cH9mZSx351E/s640/DSC_1534.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;This gorgeous, huge bouquet came from Trader Joes for only $5.99. &amp;nbsp;They are almost a week old and still this fresh! &amp;nbsp;It was a little tiny gift to myself. &amp;nbsp;Those are okay, once in a while, right? &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We came home to an upstairs broken air conditioner. &amp;nbsp;With only a few weeks of summer-like weather it was a hard pill to swallow. &amp;nbsp;However, since I had just spent the last 2 hours reading about the act of thankfulness, my heart-response was much different than it would have normally been. &amp;nbsp;The good news? &amp;nbsp;We were able to get it fixed today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4706978658894128826?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4706978658894128826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4706978658894128826&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4706978658894128826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4706978658894128826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/whole-latte-good.html' title='Whole Latte Good'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mjyON6Qa-E/TmZ3_QD_wCI/AAAAAAAADnk/VmfWlnRRveI/s72-c/DSC_1531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4476061876446532496</id><published>2011-09-01T15:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:17:37.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funky crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>The Color of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XD9gfa9g2aw/Tl_RuNZWQXI/AAAAAAAADnY/_bDcVwBhjU8/s1600/DSC_1392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XD9gfa9g2aw/Tl_RuNZWQXI/AAAAAAAADnY/_bDcVwBhjU8/s640/DSC_1392.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's been a week of accomplishing very little on my "to do list." &amp;nbsp;Do you have weeks that get away from you? &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I look back over a week and wonder where all the hours escaped to, leaving me searching for some glimpse of accomplishment. &amp;nbsp;This week I decided to take pictures of the quotidian routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf6r3FNvG80/Tl_Rq9xoleI/AAAAAAAADnM/HDBWDAtF_ZQ/s1600/DSC_1379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gf6r3FNvG80/Tl_Rq9xoleI/AAAAAAAADnM/HDBWDAtF_ZQ/s640/DSC_1379.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so glad I did. &amp;nbsp;As I look back over these pictures I am reminded that much was accomplished. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;So much more than could have ever filled a page of "to do's."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We lived. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We learned. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRbcInyYTPA/Tl_Rs8mFyII/AAAAAAAADnU/1XsPnSOo_g4/s1600/DSC_1382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRbcInyYTPA/Tl_Rs8mFyII/AAAAAAAADnU/1XsPnSOo_g4/s640/DSC_1382.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I stepped outside of my comfort zone and purchased paint. &amp;nbsp;Real paint. &amp;nbsp;My kids looked at me like I was crazy and said, "we're going to DO art?!" &amp;nbsp;I like creative stuff, but art scares me. &amp;nbsp;We took a little trip to the art store, where REAL artists shop. &amp;nbsp;I forgot to wear my pajama-jeans and flowy tunic, so it was pretty obvious that I was the novice. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Especially when I had to ask what kind of paper to buy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We decided to start with something simple. &amp;nbsp;When I say "we" I mean that I pretended to do a demonstration while really trying to figure out how to use those blasted professional tubes of color. &amp;nbsp;Blending. &amp;nbsp;Lots of blending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDbU6XfN-Po/Tl_RpjlSnQI/AAAAAAAADnI/iPWzBi2OGOI/s1600/DSC_1374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GDbU6XfN-Po/Tl_RpjlSnQI/AAAAAAAADnI/iPWzBi2OGOI/s640/DSC_1374.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm glad they're creative and willing to try something new. &amp;nbsp;I will treasure their little pieces of art as a precious memory making day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of their creativity, we had a nice surprise arrive this week. &amp;nbsp;A package containing styrofoam packing puffs that will stick to each other when moistened with a paper towel. You can purchase them at craft stores but I cannot for the life of me think what they are called. &amp;nbsp;Do you know what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voUQwHN9fcs/Tl_Rr-de00I/AAAAAAAADnQ/LeXzrEg7ysc/s1600/DSC_1381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voUQwHN9fcs/Tl_Rr-de00I/AAAAAAAADnQ/LeXzrEg7ysc/s640/DSC_1381.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyways, hours of entertainment. &amp;nbsp;I loved how it was thrilling for all three of my kids. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes it's hard to find a craft/project that appeals to everyone. &amp;nbsp;This one was unplanned and definitely not on my list of "to do's" but it gets a gold star for fun and sibling bonding. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and it was free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiiWiC_Xpa4/Tl_RvVKFLAI/AAAAAAAADnc/QWQ8epG9BJo/s1600/DSC_1401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DiiWiC_Xpa4/Tl_RvVKFLAI/AAAAAAAADnc/QWQ8epG9BJo/s640/DSC_1401.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This has been the most time consuming homeschool year for us yet. &amp;nbsp;It has required a lot more of me than the past two years have. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is because the kids are getting older and their subjects are more intense. &amp;nbsp;I thought it would get easier. &amp;nbsp;It's getting better each year, but I've had to learn that this is my full time job right now. &amp;nbsp;I'm so grateful for the variety of curriculum choices. &amp;nbsp;This year we have 3 new science, spelling, math, writing, and Bible curriculums. We've stuck with the same history curriculum for the past 3 years but that's about it. &amp;nbsp;Whew! &amp;nbsp;I'm learning so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color.&lt;br /&gt;Variety.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;So thankful for the little gifts of each day that fill my soul w&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;ith the colors of life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4476061876446532496?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4476061876446532496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4476061876446532496&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4476061876446532496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4476061876446532496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/09/color-of-life.html' title='The Color of Life'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XD9gfa9g2aw/Tl_RuNZWQXI/AAAAAAAADnY/_bDcVwBhjU8/s72-c/DSC_1392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-423026925035666838</id><published>2011-08-31T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T14:40:58.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Much Rejoicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Both of our precious girls made a public profession of faith on Sunday evening. &amp;nbsp;What a joy and privilege to watch as our daughters were baptized before a large group of family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since they both had accepted Christ as their Savior when they were very young, we wanted to wait until they were at an age that they would be able to remember this very special day. &amp;nbsp;We chose to wait until they individually made the decision to be baptized. &amp;nbsp;We simply told them that when they were ready, we would support their decision. &amp;nbsp;We've watched each of them grow by leaps and bounds in their personal spiritual journey this year, so we knew the timing was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cikJWp2_9nU/Tl51QAYf7XI/AAAAAAAADm8/x2O0HzvmvH4/s1600/Desktop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cikJWp2_9nU/Tl51QAYf7XI/AAAAAAAADm8/x2O0HzvmvH4/s640/Desktop.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrCACGVXpy0/Tl51Qam-7jI/AAAAAAAADnA/ZxTyJWWjcfw/s1600/Desktop1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrCACGVXpy0/Tl51Qam-7jI/AAAAAAAADnA/ZxTyJWWjcfw/s640/Desktop1.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why baptism by immersion? &amp;nbsp;As a Christian, we want to be imitators of Christ. &amp;nbsp;He chose to be publicly baptized as an example to us (Matthew 3:13-17). &amp;nbsp;Are we more holy or &lt;i&gt;saved &lt;/i&gt;because of baptism? &amp;nbsp;No, but it is obedience. &amp;nbsp;We believe that it is a representation of what has already occurred in our hearts: &amp;nbsp;cleansing by Jesus' death/burial/resurrection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When each of our children were babies we were part of a Baby Dedication service (some churches do infant sprinkling). &amp;nbsp;As a couple, we publicly stood before the church and committed to raising our children according to God's grace and mercy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although we have much influence in our children's spiritual journey, we know that their relationship with God is a personal decision. &amp;nbsp;They are not "grandfathered" into heaven's fold because of our beliefs. &amp;nbsp;They must make a choice to open their hearts to Jesus. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the greatest blessings in life has been to watch each of our children develop a personal relationship with God. &amp;nbsp;We believe that all are sinful (Rom.3:23) and need saving grace. &amp;nbsp;Jesus is the bridge that mankind needed to mend the gap between our sinfulness and God's holiness. (Rom. 3:24-25) &amp;nbsp;It is by his sacrifice alone that we are saved from ourselves (John 3:16). &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Baptism isn't a "good work" that will help us get into heaven (Ephesians 2:8) it is a simple act of obedience in which we publicly say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"I was a sinner. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have accepted Christ as my Savior. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am saved by his grace. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am redeemed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6skpmUJfcA/Tl51agoIgPI/AAAAAAAADnE/yuXn0Oxzhyg/s1600/DSC_1363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6skpmUJfcA/Tl51agoIgPI/AAAAAAAADnE/yuXn0Oxzhyg/s640/DSC_1363.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rejoicing together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yes, I know his shirt is very distracting from this spiritual moment ... gotta love it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"If you confess with your mouth 'Jesus is Lord' and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;you will be saved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved." &amp;nbsp;Romans 10:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-423026925035666838?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/423026925035666838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=423026925035666838&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/423026925035666838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/423026925035666838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/much-rejoicing.html' title='Much Rejoicing'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cikJWp2_9nU/Tl51QAYf7XI/AAAAAAAADm8/x2O0HzvmvH4/s72-c/Desktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4851581893301529112</id><published>2011-08-25T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:10:50.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jpbv815cjk/TlUh2843haI/AAAAAAAADmM/BC9F9bkTHqc/s1600/DSC_1275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jpbv815cjk/TlUh2843haI/AAAAAAAADmM/BC9F9bkTHqc/s640/DSC_1275.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Siblings who love each other and still have fun playing together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCiEq6lPaY/TlUh15nLDcI/AAAAAAAADmI/RVBksQ0rkw4/s1600/DSC_1273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_YCiEq6lPaY/TlUh15nLDcI/AAAAAAAADmI/RVBksQ0rkw4/s640/DSC_1273.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A bowl full of summer cherries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8tnSTDmhTo/TlUh3i5yYTI/AAAAAAAADmQ/Nd4kvp-4gXc/s1600/DSC_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8tnSTDmhTo/TlUh3i5yYTI/AAAAAAAADmQ/Nd4kvp-4gXc/s640/DSC_1280.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God's paintbrush displayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwppKogqhAY/TlUjDzzZCFI/AAAAAAAADmU/c2YniPM9vbk/s1600/DSC_1277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwppKogqhAY/TlUjDzzZCFI/AAAAAAAADmU/c2YniPM9vbk/s640/DSC_1277.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quiet moments with the ones we love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1h6knS5hMH8/TlZzYOE0hAI/AAAAAAAADms/3A-Qfi0xkcc/s1600/DSC_0732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1h6knS5hMH8/TlZzYOE0hAI/AAAAAAAADms/3A-Qfi0xkcc/s640/DSC_0732.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer childhood treats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVses3wi4Vs/TlZzZa-nb3I/AAAAAAAADmw/PlFzL5GZD58/s1600/DSC_1208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVses3wi4Vs/TlZzZa-nb3I/AAAAAAAADmw/PlFzL5GZD58/s640/DSC_1208.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thankful for today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4851581893301529112?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4851581893301529112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4851581893301529112&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4851581893301529112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4851581893301529112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9jpbv815cjk/TlUh2843haI/AAAAAAAADmM/BC9F9bkTHqc/s72-c/DSC_1275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5653332100432526259</id><published>2011-08-24T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:45:36.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Not too long ago, my dear friend&lt;a href="http://thencbrownings.blogspot.com/"&gt; Tracey&lt;/a&gt; asked for some help in finding furniture for her &lt;a href="http://thencbrownings.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-52-week-23-new-deck.html"&gt;new deck&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It took me very little time to dig through the internets to find some good possibilities. &amp;nbsp;I made a few suggestions on placement and groupings. &amp;nbsp;All of this was done via email. &amp;nbsp;As you know, I love anything that has to do with designing living space, so it was a treat to get to help her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine my surprise a couple of weeks later when I opened my mailbox to find a package. &amp;nbsp;A real package with my name on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzmc7y4zQIM/TlUjbgLCmJI/AAAAAAAADmc/i2aJtMlgr4s/s1600/DSC_1261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzmc7y4zQIM/TlUjbgLCmJI/AAAAAAAADmc/i2aJtMlgr4s/s640/DSC_1261.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She had lovingly handcrafted a beautiful cover for my Kindle, complete with a little blingy button. &amp;nbsp;Along with it was the sweetest note of thanks for my help. &amp;nbsp;I am the one who needs to thank her: for her friendship, for her labor of love. &amp;nbsp;Isn't it beautiful??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Tracey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Speaking of labor... our sweet little hens have been very busy too! &amp;nbsp;We are now collecting a rainbow of eggs each day. &amp;nbsp;They're kinda like people: different colors and sizes on the outside, pretty much the same on the inside. &amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nlu3X4mv3Yc/TlUjagpnU_I/AAAAAAAADmY/QSBOSSwuiBk/s1600/DSC_1248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nlu3X4mv3Yc/TlUjagpnU_I/AAAAAAAADmY/QSBOSSwuiBk/s640/DSC_1248.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. My dear friend Lisa knows my affinity for NUTELLA. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday she handed me a beautiful package with a sly grin. &amp;nbsp;Inside I found not one, but two jars of chocolate bliss. &amp;nbsp;It was a true gift because she used her "limit of 2" coupon and gave them BOTH to me. &amp;nbsp;Wowsa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ybBh0ndM_k/TlUjchjikFI/AAAAAAAADmg/f_9nBriezZg/s1600/DSC_1264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ybBh0ndM_k/TlUjchjikFI/AAAAAAAADmg/f_9nBriezZg/s400/DSC_1264.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;4. I am enjoying a gift from my mom each time I open my back door. &amp;nbsp;She gave me a hanging basket of gerber daisies at the beginning of the summer. &amp;nbsp;I split them up and planted them along our walkway. &amp;nbsp;They have bloomed profusely all summer long. She knows they are one of my favorite flowers and each time I see them, it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wrm6BUeAWy0/TlUjd-PFa4I/AAAAAAAADmk/MwuldEMoQeI/s1600/DSC_1267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wrm6BUeAWy0/TlUjd-PFa4I/AAAAAAAADmk/MwuldEMoQeI/s640/DSC_1267.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. Within the past week, I was shown the gift of hospitality by two different friends who lovingly opened their homes to my kids and me. &amp;nbsp;What joy to savor the gift of friendship over some yummy food. &amp;nbsp;Thank you &lt;a href="http://thegarrisondays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://carpoolqueen.wordpress.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Speaking of savory... I love how certain smells bring back precious memories. &amp;nbsp;My mom surprised me with this little packet of herbs. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Herbes de Provence &lt;/i&gt;takes me back to a wonderful adventure in France that she and I shared many years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCZ9H_6tOec/TlUje7KsBVI/AAAAAAAADmo/ZooZLr1bMpg/s1600/DSC_1285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCZ9H_6tOec/TlUje7KsBVI/AAAAAAAADmo/ZooZLr1bMpg/s400/DSC_1285.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each gift is so unique, yet they all speak love.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a gift filled day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5653332100432526259?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5653332100432526259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5653332100432526259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5653332100432526259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5653332100432526259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-of-gifts.html' title='A Week of Gifts'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzmc7y4zQIM/TlUjbgLCmJI/AAAAAAAADmc/i2aJtMlgr4s/s72-c/DSC_1261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4358436807923386144</id><published>2011-08-18T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T21:23:01.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Like Bees on Honey</title><content type='html'>Flashback to 1984 in a gymnasium filled with sweaty 5th graders who have just been &amp;nbsp;brought to a frenzy over raising money for the new gym floor by Mr. Fundraiser himself.&lt;br /&gt;As the bell rings for the school day to end, hundreds of children race to the carpool line grasping their wares, prepared to knock on every neighborhood door until their boxes are empty. &amp;nbsp;I, on the other hand, casually stroll to my car and look my mother in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's the day," I say.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes light up like glowing candles, "I know. &amp;nbsp;Hand it over."&lt;br /&gt;The smell has already penetrated the confines of our 1982 Caprice Classic station wagon.&lt;br /&gt;There is no pressure to rush home to beat the other little salesmen to the doors of our unsuspecting neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;We carefully open the box and our mouths water like fountains.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even the cardboard box smells good enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We peer into the box and find 20 bars of &lt;a href="http://www.worldsfinestchocolate.com/eng/categories/fundraising/product-type/chocolate-bars?utm_source=Google&amp;amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;amp;utm_term=worlds_finest_chocolate_bars&amp;amp;gclid=CNmQvo6R2qoCFcnc4AoduUZX-A"&gt;World's Finest Chocolate&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;We're in no hurry because this is one fundraiser my mom is willing to support. &amp;nbsp;Completely.&lt;br /&gt;She hands me a twenty dollar bill, which is a big deal in our house, and just like that, I have reached my fundraising goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Just last week my mom and I were telling my kids about those wonderful chocolate bars. &amp;nbsp;Our eyes sparkled as we shared that memory, especially the part about her buying the whole box.&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder if they still make those," she mused. &amp;nbsp;We doubted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I sat in the waiting area of the hair salon a little girl opened the door carrying a box of .... World's Finest Chocolate. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe it. &amp;nbsp;I dug in my purse, desperate for cash. &amp;nbsp;I caught her eye and asked if she was selling chocolate bars. &amp;nbsp;I only had TWO dollars so I assumed that I would only be able to afford 1 bar. &amp;nbsp;She opened her treasure chest to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLByejF5wq8/Tk2rCQ8K-7I/AAAAAAAADmE/Pt_j2CLKRRo/s1600/1bars_large_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLByejF5wq8/Tk2rCQ8K-7I/AAAAAAAADmE/Pt_j2CLKRRo/s320/1bars_large_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No longer is the choice limited to milk chocolate or milk chocolate with almonds. &amp;nbsp;Now there are at least 6 choices. &amp;nbsp;The best part? &amp;nbsp;They are still only $1 each! &amp;nbsp;I would have bought the whole box if I had more cash with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to see the little girl wander into the active part of the salon and before I knew it, she was surrounded by women &lt;i&gt;like bees on honey&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Within minutes, her box was empty.&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope her mama got her own box ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to show up at my own mama's door with a pocket full of chocolate and good memories to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4358436807923386144?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4358436807923386144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4358436807923386144&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4358436807923386144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4358436807923386144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-bees-on-honey.html' title='Like Bees on Honey'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLByejF5wq8/Tk2rCQ8K-7I/AAAAAAAADmE/Pt_j2CLKRRo/s72-c/1bars_large_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-416986239235890766</id><published>2011-08-17T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:01:05.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsS5cT4wqrQ/Tku6hCxXX1I/AAAAAAAADmA/4S2tI5PBSGY/s1600/DSC_1047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsS5cT4wqrQ/Tku6hCxXX1I/AAAAAAAADmA/4S2tI5PBSGY/s640/DSC_1047.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. This &lt;a href="http://bugsandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/08/plans.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;captured me, and put to rest some uneasiness that was in my soul. &amp;nbsp;Go read it &lt;a href="http://bugsandsunshine.blogspot.com/2011/08/plans.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will be having an &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;GIVEAWAY&lt;/span&gt; soon. &amp;nbsp;You won't want to miss out on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you found &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;nbsp;I'm probably the last person in the world to finally join, but now I see why it is so popular. &amp;nbsp;So much fun. And easy. &amp;nbsp;And addictive. &amp;nbsp;Here's my &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/neweveryam/"&gt;pinboard&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna take a peek. &amp;nbsp;See something you like, just pin it to your own board for a quick reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of being the last person on earth to figure something out: I had my first Skinny Vanilla Latte at Starbucks the other day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I just crawled out from under a rock.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I've always been shy of skinny stuff (hey, no snickering!) because of the weird aftertaste. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't there! &amp;nbsp;It was delicious! &amp;nbsp;Do you always get the same fancy coffee drink when you have a splurge? &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;What's your beverage of choice?&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I'm willing to expand my horizons now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I realized today that we are in the middle of our 4th week of school. &amp;nbsp;While other schools are just now starting, it's great to have a whole month under our belt. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Just that much closer to fall break, woot woot!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;I needed to mail a package this week and rather than face the &lt;strike&gt;torture chamber&lt;/strike&gt; grumpy people at the local post office I tried out the postal service in the back of the Hallmark store. &amp;nbsp;Hello happy place! &amp;nbsp;I will never darken the doors of another US post office if I can help it. &amp;nbsp;They were extremely helpful and kind and non-racist. &amp;nbsp;Not only that, they don't charge extra for their service. &amp;nbsp;I'm SOLD!!! &amp;nbsp;I recently heard that some Ace Hardware stores have a postal service too... worth checking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;While oot and aboot we stopped by Bath and Body Works for a quick gift. &amp;nbsp;Have you seen/smelled/tried their new fall candle scents? &amp;nbsp;I'm waiting for a coupon or sale. &amp;nbsp;Well, trying to wait patiently because &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11449029&amp;amp;cp=4090263.11949178.11952815"&gt;Apple Crumble&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11726391&amp;amp;cm_vc=200"&gt;Fireside &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11726368&amp;amp;cm_vc=200"&gt;Oatmeal Raisin Cookie &lt;/a&gt;smelled divine. &amp;nbsp;Then, while typing this, I discovered tw0 new scents on their website that make me swoon just by their names: &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11712227&amp;amp;cp=4090263.11949178.11952815"&gt;Mountain Leaves&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11888477&amp;amp;cp=4090263.11949178.11952815"&gt;Acorn and Fig&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I know, I'm getting ahead of the season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Since it's still August, I'll share one more thing that makes me happy: I love summer corn on the cob. &amp;nbsp;It just speaks summer goodness to me. &amp;nbsp;A meal with corn on the cob, watermelon, and ripe tomatoes makes me happier than a flag on fourth of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you happy today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-416986239235890766?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/416986239235890766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=416986239235890766&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/416986239235890766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/416986239235890766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IsS5cT4wqrQ/Tku6hCxXX1I/AAAAAAAADmA/4S2tI5PBSGY/s72-c/DSC_1047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8461866155030723089</id><published>2011-08-15T06:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T19:15:43.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Calling a Truce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRJK0QfSB7E/Tkc9Qdgya7I/AAAAAAAADl8/MXP5E-Dw5gU/s1600/DSC_0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRJK0QfSB7E/Tkc9Qdgya7I/AAAAAAAADl8/MXP5E-Dw5gU/s640/DSC_0139.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sat at the table with women of various ages and a patchwork of backgrounds when the question was raised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do you feel a chasm between your homeschooling friends and your traditional school friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stayed silent to hear the responses of the women around me.&lt;br /&gt;My initial (silent) response was no; but everyone else seemed to feel the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to speak was a mother of public schooled children. &amp;nbsp;Her response was, "&lt;i&gt;I often feel judged or inferior to those who homeschool. &amp;nbsp;If you're not homeschooling or sending your children to private school, you are looked down on.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Nods of agreement came from some of the other moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the homeschool moms replied, "&lt;i&gt;There seems to be levels of homeschooling thought, too. &amp;nbsp;If you aren't radical, or following a certain curriculum, you're inferior.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a table full of very opinionated, strong personalities; and yet they were expressing their feelings of insecurity regarding the opinion of other moms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do this? &amp;nbsp;Why do we begin motherhood as if it were an episode of &lt;i&gt;Survivor&lt;/i&gt;, casting our votes of who is doing it "right" and who should form alliances. &amp;nbsp;From the time we find out there is a little bundle of joy on its way, the competition begins. &amp;nbsp;We compare &amp;nbsp;and take measure of one another until all that is left of ourselves is insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Prenatal care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Birth plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Breastfeeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Preschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~How soon my child is reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~The number of extra curricular activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Our children's success rate in any of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Public, Private, or Homeschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~How young to have a cell phone, email, facebook, texting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Why do we need to see it as a competition?&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Who are we comparing ourselves to? &amp;nbsp;If you have found the PERFECT mother, please let me know and I might jump on the bandwagon of trying to be like her, but so far she's no where to be found. &amp;nbsp;Certainly not in my household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than comparing and judging, why don't we call a truce? &amp;nbsp;No more competition. &amp;nbsp;Let's encourage one another. &amp;nbsp;Let's be willing to make different choices, find contentment in the decision, and celebrate the differences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are faced with a decision, like education, the only person we need to make sure we are seeking is the Lord. &amp;nbsp;Once He has made it clear what I am to do, it really shouldn't matter what answer He has given my neighbor. &amp;nbsp;If she is following His call for her family, then I am CALLED to rejoice with her, pray for her, and support her willingness to follow the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagine how sweet the community of motherhood would be if we were willing to lay down our insecurities and look for opportunities to rejoice together.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://www.impartinggrace.com/2011/08/grace-imparted-5.html"&gt;Richella &lt;/a&gt;today. &amp;nbsp;Check out her &lt;a href="http://www.impartinggrace.com/2011/08/grace-imparted-5.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to read of more ways Grace is Imparted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8461866155030723089?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8461866155030723089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8461866155030723089&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8461866155030723089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8461866155030723089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/calling-truce.html' title='Calling a Truce'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nRJK0QfSB7E/Tkc9Qdgya7I/AAAAAAAADl8/MXP5E-Dw5gU/s72-c/DSC_0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5297151403251417892</id><published>2011-08-12T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T06:00:02.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Friday Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever go somewhere and you don't want to lug your purse around, but you still want to take your phone or your small camera? &amp;nbsp;I hate carrying things in my pockets, so it's usually my big ol' purse or nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/TheQueenOfHooks"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheQueenOfHooks?ref=pr_shop"&gt;Queen of Hooks&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has the perfect solution!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7w-cyv3ijp0/TkQy-IxqkiI/AAAAAAAADlk/x9-zdsBSJkM/s1600/DSC_1092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7w-cyv3ijp0/TkQy-IxqkiI/AAAAAAAADlk/x9-zdsBSJkM/s640/DSC_1092.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a clutch that is just the right size for those times that you don't want to carry a bag. &amp;nbsp;Going to a baseball game but want your phone handy? &amp;nbsp;Perfect. &amp;nbsp;Headed out with the diaper bag but you don't want to haul a purse along too? &amp;nbsp;Just drop the clutch in the diaper bag and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it functional, but it's just so cute! &amp;nbsp;She has a large variety of fabrics available and she's even willing to send fabric samples for you to make sure you like your choice. &amp;nbsp;My favorite? &amp;nbsp;She will monogram it in a variety of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/79072236/monogrammed-cell-phone-or-gadget-clutch"&gt;fonts and colors&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Don't you just love that big chunky font?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c6WfQcG-Os/TkQzHVaSwsI/AAAAAAAADls/0_ZXpXLH1fg/s1600/DSC_1093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c6WfQcG-Os/TkQzHVaSwsI/AAAAAAAADls/0_ZXpXLH1fg/s400/DSC_1093.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am thrilled that it will hold my phone and my iTouch at the same time without feeling bulky, leaving room for my driver's license. &amp;nbsp;It's also the perfect size for my daughter's point-and-shoot camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH9l3rgEdcY/TkQzIDWnoCI/AAAAAAAADlw/L4-k29DOsZY/s1600/DSC_1095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SH9l3rgEdcY/TkQzIDWnoCI/AAAAAAAADlw/L4-k29DOsZY/s400/DSC_1095.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tammy takes the time to add special details like the swiveling wrist strap and the velcro pocket on the back that is just the right size for receipts. &amp;nbsp;Her work is high quality and she has taken the time to test out her products' durability before putting them on the market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDxdoZdw2ZQ/TkQzG99KMEI/AAAAAAAADlo/6wJY0ZWmiYQ/s1600/DSC_1068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDxdoZdw2ZQ/TkQzG99KMEI/AAAAAAAADlo/6wJY0ZWmiYQ/s400/DSC_1068.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are looking for a great gift idea, or need a little something for yourself, go check out her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheQueenOfHooks?ref=seller_info"&gt;etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I think &amp;nbsp;girls of all ages would be thrilled with this cute little sidekick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5297151403251417892?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5297151403251417892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5297151403251417892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5297151403251417892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5297151403251417892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-review.html' title='Friday Review'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7w-cyv3ijp0/TkQy-IxqkiI/AAAAAAAADlk/x9-zdsBSJkM/s72-c/DSC_1092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5757465593562306336</id><published>2011-08-11T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:46:29.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Helpful Hint Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm always looking for a good excuse to make one more trip down the school supply aisle. &amp;nbsp;Here's a worthy reason: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7A0je4iYjA/TkQqwDfxQjI/AAAAAAAADlg/0FrHdIte2ss/s1600/DSC_1210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7A0je4iYjA/TkQqwDfxQjI/AAAAAAAADlg/0FrHdIte2ss/s640/DSC_1210.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now is the time to collect this kind of stuff for the Shoeboxes that will be due in November. &amp;nbsp;If you haven't had the privilege of filling a Shoebox for a needy kid, I highly recommend it. &amp;nbsp;Check out the ins-and-outs&lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a great lesson in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt; right before the gift &lt;strike&gt;wanting&lt;/strike&gt; giving season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do you have a gas stove? &amp;nbsp;If so, this might make life a little easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My grates were looking disgusting and no matter how hard I scrubbed, soaked or washed I couldn't get the tough stuff off. &amp;nbsp;Then I read a couple of remedies that were worth a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Place the grates outside (out of the sun) on a heavy duty trash bag. &amp;nbsp;Spray with oven cleaner and walk away. &amp;nbsp;In about 30 minutes, uses a dry soft cloth and wipe clean. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A-mazing! Super easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before you wipe the oven cleaner off you might get a little nervous because your grate will look worse than when you started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chK6QhJpCL0/TkQquJk2aXI/AAAAAAAADlY/yyV_6jc5_iA/s1600/DSC_0925.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-chK6QhJpCL0/TkQquJk2aXI/AAAAAAAADlY/yyV_6jc5_iA/s400/DSC_0925.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Have no fear, soon your cooktop will be looking like new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--idUOQ_X7ck/TkQqvCfvqmI/AAAAAAAADlc/YGz7Gb6cYOY/s1600/DSC_0930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--idUOQ_X7ck/TkQqvCfvqmI/AAAAAAAADlc/YGz7Gb6cYOY/s400/DSC_0930.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Place your grate in a giant ziplock back with a paper towel soaked in ammonia. &amp;nbsp;Leave overnight and your grate will be sparkling by morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;**I've tried the first one, but let me know if you've had success with the second one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you like to put into the Operation Christmas Child Shoeboxes?&lt;/div&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/6315918267720338482-5757465593562306336?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5757465593562306336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5757465593562306336&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5757465593562306336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5757465593562306336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/helpful-hint-day.html' title='Helpful Hint Day'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7A0je4iYjA/TkQqwDfxQjI/AAAAAAAADlg/0FrHdIte2ss/s72-c/DSC_1210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-1808338073407725369</id><published>2011-08-10T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:32:20.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on the 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oz8mWXIsspk/TkFuuZTjfmI/AAAAAAAADlM/3AE69X3Gjok/s1600/DSC_0926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oz8mWXIsspk/TkFuuZTjfmI/AAAAAAAADlM/3AE69X3Gjok/s640/DSC_0926.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. We recently had some tile work done in our home. &amp;nbsp;During the 40+ hours Joe-the -Tiler spent at our house, I found out that he is a master Baclava chef. &amp;nbsp;I negotiated a dozen fresh eggs for a pan of this delicacy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Clearly, I got the better end of the deal&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We are now into our third week of school and we're finally back in our groove and enjoying it immensely. &amp;nbsp;The first week is always T-O-U-G-H. &amp;nbsp;We've ironed out the kinks and now we're sailing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was Facebook lurking and found someone I knew in high school. &amp;nbsp;She had recently posted pictures of her dead dog in a doggie casket, complete with a blue satin pillow and blanket. &amp;nbsp;Anyone else find this &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; bizarre? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of bizarre, what is it with Walmart and pajamas? &amp;nbsp;Throughout the country, I've experienced this phenomenon. &amp;nbsp;Have you noticed it? &amp;nbsp;Who walks out of the house and decides to head to Walmart wearing Tweety bird pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7IiU4laIj4/TkFuvQudUDI/AAAAAAAADlQ/eaIBG0oSPms/s1600/DSC_0927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7IiU4laIj4/TkFuvQudUDI/AAAAAAAADlQ/eaIBG0oSPms/s640/DSC_0927.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;5. I LOVE Bath and Body Work's new bags. &amp;nbsp;They just make me happy! &amp;nbsp;The blue and white buffalo check is blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One of our chickens stopped laying eggs. &amp;nbsp;I had my hubby, ahem, check things out because I was envisioning 5 days worth of eggs being stuck. &amp;nbsp;Eww. &amp;nbsp;Apparently she is brooding (?) which means she sits in the little nesting box, thinking she's sitting on eggs. &amp;nbsp;Silly girl. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Or maybe it's just too stinkin' hot for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZP4aVGmvzA/TkFuwtIp19I/AAAAAAAADlU/tTU9In0QWPw/s1600/DSC_1043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GZP4aVGmvzA/TkFuwtIp19I/AAAAAAAADlU/tTU9In0QWPw/s640/DSC_1043.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7. A trip to the Farmer's Market makes me feel so healthy. &amp;nbsp;I had at least 4 people stop and ask me which booth was selling the sunflowers. &amp;nbsp;Summer glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I discovered a large piece of shower curtain on the bathroom floor and a pair of scissors discreetly placed nearby. &amp;nbsp;After a nice little "what were you thinking" chat, I'm still wondering about the thought process that took place. &amp;nbsp;Each of my children skipped the destructive stage that usually comes with toddlerhood. &amp;nbsp;It showed up a few years later with a signature on the stairway wall (duh, don't sign your name!) from child #1; lipgloss kiss marks on the door frame from child #2; and now the shower curtain from child #3. &amp;nbsp;Whew! &amp;nbsp;I hope that's the end of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm a sucker for shows that make me cry. &amp;nbsp;Extreme Makeover Home Edition, Coming Home, and even Undercover Boss. &amp;nbsp;We're talking the ugly cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We took a quick weekend trip to visit my brother and sister-in-law for military family day. &amp;nbsp; We had a blast riding on one of the fastest boats in the Navy... with my brother driving! &amp;nbsp;Another reason to be proud and so thankful for our military.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-1808338073407725369?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/1808338073407725369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=1808338073407725369&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1808338073407725369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/1808338073407725369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/10-on-10th.html' title='10 on the 10th'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oz8mWXIsspk/TkFuuZTjfmI/AAAAAAAADlM/3AE69X3Gjok/s72-c/DSC_0926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8395020144291093663</id><published>2011-08-09T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:28:55.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Summer Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aj88PAt010A/TkFqbPX9MGI/AAAAAAAADlA/efzQMtDd4gY/s1600/DSC_0574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aj88PAt010A/TkFqbPX9MGI/AAAAAAAADlA/efzQMtDd4gY/s640/DSC_0574.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As with every other state in the Union &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2011/08/gotta-start-somewhere.html"&gt;with the exception of Colorado&lt;/a&gt;, we've experienced blistering heat since the 4th of July. &amp;nbsp;Even though I prefer the other seasons I am reluctant to let go of summer. &amp;nbsp;I know. &amp;nbsp;I sound crazy, but it's really the change of the season of life that I'm not ready to do. &amp;nbsp;Summer holds a special place in my heart because it is a time of refreshment from the schedules that seem to overtake the other months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDEnDUOTp78/TkFqcCIsU7I/AAAAAAAADlE/qXh-Fj5SReE/s1600/DSC_0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bDEnDUOTp78/TkFqcCIsU7I/AAAAAAAADlE/qXh-Fj5SReE/s640/DSC_0575.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I won't miss the heat but I will miss&lt;br /&gt;~fireflies at dusk&lt;br /&gt;~longer days&lt;br /&gt;~fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;~seashells&lt;br /&gt;~sun kissed faces&lt;br /&gt;~splashing in the pool&lt;br /&gt;~flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;~the smell after a summer rain&lt;br /&gt;~popsicles on demand&lt;br /&gt;~fresh watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEOf_IQ4yY/TkFqdbdV_oI/AAAAAAAADlI/Cong5J4eOP0/s1600/DSC_0584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJEOf_IQ4yY/TkFqdbdV_oI/AAAAAAAADlI/Cong5J4eOP0/s640/DSC_0584.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have about a month of summer left and I am sure come mid-September I will be ready for fall, but for now I am going to savor the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you savor the most about summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8395020144291093663?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8395020144291093663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8395020144291093663&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8395020144291093663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8395020144291093663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/making-summer-last.html' title='Making Summer Last'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aj88PAt010A/TkFqbPX9MGI/AAAAAAAADlA/efzQMtDd4gY/s72-c/DSC_0574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5828827616832510603</id><published>2011-08-05T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:56:38.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Girls' Night In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYJQN62-rtY/TjwRoxBNlAI/AAAAAAAADk8/Ln0-te5KW4M/s1600/DSC_1133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYJQN62-rtY/TjwRoxBNlAI/AAAAAAAADk8/Ln0-te5KW4M/s640/DSC_1133.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The boys had a meeting, so we decided to make it a girlie night. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My girls transformed my bathroom into a spa complete with a nail station, a massage station and a hair station. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Good parenting skilz&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFmpybELyKs/TjwRmUHof-I/AAAAAAAADkw/PsOdtwuIIBg/s1600/DSC_1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFmpybELyKs/TjwRmUHof-I/AAAAAAAADkw/PsOdtwuIIBg/s400/DSC_1125.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We invited my mom over to enjoy the festivities and &lt;i&gt;bring her cool new polish colors&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She showed up with virgin lime daiquiris and hot massage rocks. &amp;nbsp;See? &amp;nbsp;I am passing on a good family legacy. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tStZgmz7LM/TjwRnej-bAI/AAAAAAAADk0/5FdIMU-cVEM/s1600/DSC_1126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tStZgmz7LM/TjwRnej-bAI/AAAAAAAADk0/5FdIMU-cVEM/s400/DSC_1126.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Taking turns and moving through each station made the time fly. &amp;nbsp;Before we knew it the boys were back&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;and wanting a turn&lt;/strike&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Somehow a forum on hunting just doesn't sound as fun or relaxing as our girls'-night-in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E87bqQO3vx8/TjwRlYfZn3I/AAAAAAAADks/kg6ZAXdZ1cs/s1600/DSC_1118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="419" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E87bqQO3vx8/TjwRlYfZn3I/AAAAAAAADks/kg6ZAXdZ1cs/s640/DSC_1118.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As my girls get older, &amp;nbsp;it is so fun to learn new ways to create a healthy bond between us. &amp;nbsp;I hope when they're all grown up we will still be choosing fun colors and giggling the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu6hJ4SRyQU/TjwRoKPYPQI/AAAAAAAADk4/iBXMxtZk5bU/s1600/DSC_1127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu6hJ4SRyQU/TjwRoKPYPQI/AAAAAAAADk4/iBXMxtZk5bU/s640/DSC_1127.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some fun things you enjoy with your kids for a special night-in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5828827616832510603?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5828827616832510603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5828827616832510603&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5828827616832510603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5828827616832510603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/girls-night-in.html' title='Girls&apos; Night In'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYJQN62-rtY/TjwRoxBNlAI/AAAAAAAADk8/Ln0-te5KW4M/s72-c/DSC_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6472192404044974173</id><published>2011-08-01T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:10:16.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Real Men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xl_YQIOtjo/Tjb0YD_EDDI/AAAAAAAADko/xKFbiRQeJ40/s1600/DSC01188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xl_YQIOtjo/Tjb0YD_EDDI/AAAAAAAADko/xKFbiRQeJ40/s640/DSC01188.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You might be a redneck if..." &amp;nbsp;your husband's best buddy gets this done to his Suburban. &amp;nbsp;He lives in a house full of girls, so he gets a little credit. &amp;nbsp;Add the fact that he's from Arkansas and he just can't help himself. &amp;nbsp;No offense to Arkansas. &amp;nbsp;In fact it's a compliment. &amp;nbsp;My husband has spent many cold winters on the fields of Arkansas, also known as the duck capital of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when this Man's Man showed up in our driveway to show off his vehicle's new duds my husband was oohing and aahing over it like I do over a newborn babe. &amp;nbsp;In case you were wondering, the paint job is considered "old school camouflage." &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Doncha feel so smart now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this vehicle can hide in plain sight on the plains of Arkansas or the marshes of NC, it's a little bit noticeable around town. &amp;nbsp;Every once in awhile we'll see it while we're out and about. &amp;nbsp;The kids always giggle because they think he's a pretty neat guy. &amp;nbsp;I think he's a little crazy and &lt;i&gt;brave&lt;/i&gt; ... just like my man. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few Sundays ago we were heading to our car after church when we walked past the "Duck Machine" and I noticed something that didn't quite fit the image this beast usually portrays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdyg-DS23U/Tjb0W4BlxHI/AAAAAAAADkk/zf-0kWzYV_w/s1600/DSC01187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WLdyg-DS23U/Tjb0W4BlxHI/AAAAAAAADkk/zf-0kWzYV_w/s640/DSC01187.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I laughed until I cried. &lt;br /&gt;Yep. &amp;nbsp;He's a Man's Man who happens to be the owner of a Bichon Frise. &amp;nbsp;Hey, with 3 women in the house, you can't win them all, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6472192404044974173?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6472192404044974173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6472192404044974173&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6472192404044974173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6472192404044974173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/08/real-men.html' title='Real Men...'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xl_YQIOtjo/Tjb0YD_EDDI/AAAAAAAADko/xKFbiRQeJ40/s72-c/DSC01188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-7389190678828418911</id><published>2011-07-29T19:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:30:56.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One of Those Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LcW9NbmwA4/TjM38uabTqI/AAAAAAAADkg/-qGGSTi7S9Q/s1600/DSC_0914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LcW9NbmwA4/TjM38uabTqI/AAAAAAAADkg/-qGGSTi7S9Q/s640/DSC_0914.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Disapproval of others.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of response from those in which we have invested time and love.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration.&lt;br /&gt;A little self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one of those weeks that the hands of disappointment have slipped around my heart. &amp;nbsp;I've fought a week's worth of relational battles, silently. &lt;br /&gt;A private discord of the soul. &lt;br /&gt;I am a master of staying on the safe side of a conversation to avoid friction. &lt;br /&gt;I am an artist who can paint on a smile and mask my vulnerable spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Silence speaks all that words choose not to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's half-bandaged wounds can gape open when a fresh arrow of hurt hits its mark. &amp;nbsp;Wounds that I thought were healed; damage that I thought I had forgotten with the passage of time emerges without warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for bearing with me today. &amp;nbsp;It's been a tough week. &amp;nbsp;I've fought battles all week in so many ways, &lt;i&gt;including the start of a new school year that I mentally was not ready to start.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;I usually try to keep it light and encouraging here at NEM but I also want to be &amp;nbsp;transparent and keep it real. &amp;nbsp;Life is messy and can be challenging. &amp;nbsp;Even 'round here.&lt;br /&gt;The good news? &amp;nbsp;It's Friday!!! &amp;nbsp;Enjoy the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Wow. &amp;nbsp;I just read this &lt;a href="http://resolved2worship.xanga.com/753574096/what-keeps-hurt-alive/"&gt;amazing, thought provoking post&lt;/a&gt; written on the same day I wrote these words. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful for God's perfect timing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-7389190678828418911?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/7389190678828418911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=7389190678828418911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7389190678828418911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/7389190678828418911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-of-those-weeks.html' title='One of Those Weeks'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LcW9NbmwA4/TjM38uabTqI/AAAAAAAADkg/-qGGSTi7S9Q/s72-c/DSC_0914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4632023363175069303</id><published>2011-07-25T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:14:05.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjzXfc7iOig/Ti3bjJ7wptI/AAAAAAAADkU/E5W5hJoBt3k/s1600/DSC_0946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjzXfc7iOig/Ti3bjJ7wptI/AAAAAAAADkU/E5W5hJoBt3k/s640/DSC_0946.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's that time again. &amp;nbsp;Already.&lt;br /&gt;Time to keep a schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Time to prepare lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;Time to watch my little treasures grow their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start school tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;How could my sweet babies be this old? &amp;nbsp;Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;How could our summer break be over already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, keeping a schedule is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am addicted to the school supply aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, I will miss sleeping in and having lazy days.&lt;br /&gt;When does your summer break end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4632023363175069303?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4632023363175069303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4632023363175069303&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4632023363175069303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4632023363175069303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/already.html' title='Already?'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OjzXfc7iOig/Ti3bjJ7wptI/AAAAAAAADkU/E5W5hJoBt3k/s72-c/DSC_0946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-579436476918727403</id><published>2011-07-21T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:39:46.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Mom's Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXi-PCaUqw/TijigZUfd6I/AAAAAAAADkI/5Sl0diD3rJY/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXi-PCaUqw/TijigZUfd6I/AAAAAAAADkI/5Sl0diD3rJY/s640/DSC_0071.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There once was a little girl who followed her mother around all day.&amp;nbsp; Since it was a busy Monday, it began to wear on the young mom’s nerves.&amp;nbsp; Every time she turned around her daughter was right behind her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Finally in exasperation the mother asked, “why are you constantly following me today?”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Well, Mommy, in Sunday class my teacher told me to walk in Jesus' footsteps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But I can't see him, so I'm walking in yours."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My words and tone of voice convey Jesus to my children on a daily basis. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If my daughter hears me gossiping, what has she learned from my example?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If she observes a critical spirit, what does that teach her about God’s mercy and kindness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When our children were very young, we decided what words are not going to be acceptable.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Some words we don’t allow (besides the obvious) are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hate, stupid, butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though these aren’t really swear words, we decided that they were words that would not bring honor to a conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Teach your children to use words that bring honor to a conversation, you won't regret it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep up the good work, moms. &amp;nbsp;Be encouraged today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hugs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&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/6315918267720338482-579436476918727403?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/579436476918727403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=579436476918727403&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/579436476918727403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/579436476918727403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/moms-words.html' title='Mom&apos;s Words'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWXi-PCaUqw/TijigZUfd6I/AAAAAAAADkI/5Sl0diD3rJY/s72-c/DSC_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8666678502721144025</id><published>2011-07-19T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:38:58.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 16 year old Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you ever wish you could go back in time and warn yourself of a few things? &amp;nbsp;Here's what I would say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bwg1X7KJNg/TiWMd7BIfjI/AAAAAAAADj8/rb1pYGKMF7M/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bwg1X7KJNg/TiWMd7BIfjI/AAAAAAAADj8/rb1pYGKMF7M/s640/16.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My daddy brought home 16 red roses to his little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. Enjoy being 16. &amp;nbsp;It's a magical age of growing up without having to be an adult yet.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;u&gt;You are not an adult&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;You think you are, and that you know all about life, but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;3. That boy you think you're in love with? &amp;nbsp;He's a nice guy, but there is someone PERFECT for you. &lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be afraid you won't find the right guy. &amp;nbsp;Just enjoy being you and he &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That best friend who just "ruined your life" and broke your heart is really making you a better person, ready for new friendships in college.&lt;br /&gt;6. Forgiveness is much easier than bitterness in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Perms are way overrated. &amp;nbsp;They are going to date you and make your future children ask, "mom, why was your hair so weird and big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoGa5f0XSIQ/TiWMeymlacI/AAAAAAAADkA/o8ZdG5GV-ZU/s1600/Scan+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VoGa5f0XSIQ/TiWMeymlacI/AAAAAAAADkA/o8ZdG5GV-ZU/s400/Scan+2.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thank your parents for taking you to all of your cheering events. &amp;nbsp;You have no idea how much time and sanity they sacrifice for you every. stinkin. Friday. night. &amp;nbsp;While football/basketball season is your life, they too, have a life. &lt;br /&gt;9. Speaking of parents. &amp;nbsp;Yours are pretty amazing. &amp;nbsp;They're trying their best and want the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Oh, and your mom is going to discover your secret stash of Europe tapes under your bed.&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't take for granted the trips they take you on. &amp;nbsp;It is a sacrifice, but you will remember them for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. That cute little body you have? &amp;nbsp;Enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;It won't last. &lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;Children are the most amazing gift of life, but someone should prepare you a little better for the havoc it will wreak on your perky little self. &amp;nbsp;Let's just say size A was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Enjoy your weekly intake of blueberry biscuits from Skats and after-the-game Pizza Hut &amp;nbsp;routine. &amp;nbsp;In about 3 years, it's going to catch up with you and you'll have to discover aerobics class at the YMCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I know you really want a red Fiero car. &amp;nbsp;They are going to stop making them and then they won't be popular and then you would be driving a car that you can't find parts to it. &amp;nbsp;But I really don't need to explain all this because you're going to get your mom's red Volvo instead. &amp;nbsp;It's a great car, but &lt;i&gt;you won't know that&lt;/i&gt; until you're in college and meet some granola people who think a Volvo is "all good". &amp;nbsp;So...&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't trade in the Volvo for a cheap redneck pick-up truck with no power steering. &amp;nbsp;You will totally regret it. &amp;nbsp;Your mom's new Ford Probe with turbo boost is much more fun. &amp;nbsp;But one day your future children will see it and say, "what kind of car is &lt;i&gt;that?&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Enjoy your adorable, pesky little brother. &amp;nbsp;One day you will look up to him in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't tell your parents you want to be a "young" mom. &amp;nbsp;It might scare them. &amp;nbsp;You'll be glad you went to college, met the man of your dreams, and &lt;s&gt;grew up&lt;/s&gt; settled in before making them grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I know you are super self-conscious and insecure right now, but you are a beautiful, young woman who will one day be living her dream with her Godly husband and beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You have a good life ahead of you. &amp;nbsp;It won't be without tears or hard times but it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would you tell your 16 year old self?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-8666678502721144025?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8666678502721144025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8666678502721144025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8666678502721144025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8666678502721144025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-16-year-old-me.html' title='Dear 16 year old Me'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bwg1X7KJNg/TiWMd7BIfjI/AAAAAAAADj8/rb1pYGKMF7M/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-6014087650515786527</id><published>2011-07-14T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:51:22.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furnishings'/><title type='text'>My Newest Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you love looking at home ideas, this is the thing for you. &amp;nbsp;I just stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/"&gt;Houzz&lt;/a&gt; a couple of weeks ago and can't stay away. &amp;nbsp;It's the Flikr of house ideas. &amp;nbsp;Imagine thousands of neat room ideas all in one spot. &amp;nbsp;It's like having all the best pictures from BHG, Traditional Home and House Beautiful lumped together in a big ole pot of chocolate. &amp;nbsp;Well, you have to provide your own chocolate, but seriously, it's that good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WVGpMzZ0o/Th-LLSygokI/AAAAAAAADj4/M0b0zzJ2dHw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-07-14+at+2.22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WVGpMzZ0o/Th-LLSygokI/AAAAAAAADj4/M0b0zzJ2dHw/s640/Screen+shot+2011-07-14+at+2.22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can easily create your own idea book. &amp;nbsp;As I scroll through the pictures I just click one little icon and quickly add it to &lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/ideabooks/510818/list/neweverymorning-s-ideas"&gt;my collection of ideas&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, you can make a quick little note about what you like in any photo. &lt;br /&gt;For example on this photo I said, "cool backsplash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/photos/159472/inspiration-contemporary-laundry-room-other-metros"&gt;&lt;img alt="inspiration contemporary laundry room" border="0" height="570" src="http://st.houzz.com/simages/159472_0_8-0179-contemporary-laundry-room.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/photos/contemporary/laundry-room" style="color: #444444; text-decoration: none;"&gt;contemporary laundry room design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this photo I simply said "EVERYTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/photos/85721/Mud-Room-traditional-laundry-room-minneapolis"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mud Room traditional laundry room" border="0" height="746" src="http://st.houzz.com/simages/85721_0_8-1043-traditional-laundry-room.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/photos/traditional/laundry-room" style="color: #444444; text-decoration: none;"&gt;traditional laundry room design&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/professionals/architect/minneapolis" style="color: #444444; text-decoration: none;"&gt;minneapolis architect&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.houzz.com/photos/professionals/11414/Charlie-Simmons--Charlie--Co-Design" style="color: #444444; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Charlie Simmons - Charlie &amp;amp; Co. Design&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like looking through other people's idea books to see what &amp;nbsp;tickles their fancy. &amp;nbsp;We don't all like the same thing, but that's what makes life fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &amp;nbsp;if I didn't get you addicted to some new apps from &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/apps-that-make-me-happy.html"&gt;my last post&lt;/a&gt;, here's another shot at filling your head with &lt;s&gt;another time-waster&lt;/s&gt; beautiful ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this site new to you or do you already have an idea book? &amp;nbsp;If so, I'd love to see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-6014087650515786527?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/6014087650515786527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=6014087650515786527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6014087650515786527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/6014087650515786527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-newest-addiction.html' title='My Newest Addiction'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WVGpMzZ0o/Th-LLSygokI/AAAAAAAADj4/M0b0zzJ2dHw/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-14+at+2.22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-857146448173971000</id><published>2011-07-11T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:56:25.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Apps that Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had my itouch for about a year before I figured out how much fun it could be. &amp;nbsp;I was lost in the world of music and weather searches until I discovered all the joys in the App Store. &amp;nbsp;My kids were the ones who discovered Angry Birds and opened my eyes to the &lt;s&gt;games&lt;/s&gt; mind builders that awaited. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, since there are so many, it is hard to know which ones are worth it. &amp;nbsp;I thought I'd share some of my favorites&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;with the hopes that you'll do the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofdQ2blMXSA/ThtPrHyXU7I/AAAAAAAADjk/TrTwhwmGemM/s1600/photo-1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofdQ2blMXSA/ThtPrHyXU7I/AAAAAAAADjk/TrTwhwmGemM/s320/photo-1.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Words With Friends&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is my all time favorite. &amp;nbsp;I often have 4 games going on at once. &amp;nbsp;I hear that you don't have to have an ipod or iphone for this one if you have a Facebook account. &amp;nbsp;This is a super fun game of scrabble that you play against other people. &amp;nbsp;I *think* you can play against the computer, too, but not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVJBRAqb17k/ThtPr0LI4YI/AAAAAAAADjo/RzqLRdA8Uqw/s1600/photo-2.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xVJBRAqb17k/ThtPr0LI4YI/AAAAAAAADjo/RzqLRdA8Uqw/s320/photo-2.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. &lt;b&gt;Text Twist&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Another word game that keeps my mind healthy. &amp;nbsp;It reminds me of the old Boggle game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZZVlDpQzxs/ThtPszwj9MI/AAAAAAAADjs/VqJoMfNjBxo/s1600/photo-3.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZZVlDpQzxs/ThtPszwj9MI/AAAAAAAADjs/VqJoMfNjBxo/s320/photo-3.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. &lt;b&gt;Textropolis&lt;/b&gt;. Ahh, whadayaknow. Another word game. &amp;nbsp;See the numbers 14/66 at the top? &amp;nbsp;That means there are 66 possible words to make out of the letters in the black boxes and I have discovered 14. &amp;nbsp;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;I know. &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... each level or "city" has different amounts of possible words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsNN2dsSiS8/ThtPtagLRqI/AAAAAAAADjw/5CLr87uSiww/s1600/photo-4.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsNN2dsSiS8/ThtPtagLRqI/AAAAAAAADjw/5CLr87uSiww/s320/photo-4.PNG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;7 Little Words.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;This is my newest addiction. &amp;nbsp;I went through the freebie round pretty quickly but for .99 there are 50 new games. &amp;nbsp;I like to think it helps improve my vocabulary. &amp;nbsp;Sounds so much better than wordy-time-waster, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over my list, I realize that they are all word games. &amp;nbsp;Hmm... imagine that, a theme! &lt;br /&gt;So, it's your turn. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is your favorite App?&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I really want to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-857146448173971000?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/857146448173971000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=857146448173971000&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/857146448173971000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/857146448173971000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/apps-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Apps that Make Me Happy'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofdQ2blMXSA/ThtPrHyXU7I/AAAAAAAADjk/TrTwhwmGemM/s72-c/photo-1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3741539267387318596</id><published>2011-07-08T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:27:16.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funky crafts'/><title type='text'>Happy Craft</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCHrfjQl4i4/ThdGup06m_I/AAAAAAAADjM/VikaClu6QVs/s1600/butterflies1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCHrfjQl4i4/ThdGup06m_I/AAAAAAAADjM/VikaClu6QVs/s640/butterflies1.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I first saw &lt;a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatever/2011/05/butterflies.html"&gt;this craft on Meg's blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;back in May,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I squealed and called my girls over to the computer and said, "let's make this over the summer!" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have high standards for crafts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. It has to be pretty. &amp;nbsp;(And I'm picky.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. It has to be fairly easy. (Less mess is best.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. It has to be finishable. (Is that a word?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. It has to be fun (and worth the effort.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This craft met all of my criteria. &amp;nbsp;Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The first night of my &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-loved.html"&gt;Summer Bible study&lt;/a&gt; I found out that we were going to make that very same craft! &amp;nbsp;Whoohoo! &amp;nbsp;We spread it out over a few weeks to allow time for the paints to dry n' such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mxg1AsVtBA/ThdHGF_9n7I/AAAAAAAADjU/fCp8yJUu6eg/s1600/butterflies2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mxg1AsVtBA/ThdHGF_9n7I/AAAAAAAADjU/fCp8yJUu6eg/s640/butterflies2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Because I &lt;s&gt;cannot stand to start a project and not finish it&lt;/s&gt; am task oriented I was able to finish my project this week. &amp;nbsp;Out of 20 ladies, three of us stayed on task and finished. &amp;nbsp;Call me unsociable. &amp;nbsp;I call it done. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfOQK6eotoA/ThdGys46hJI/AAAAAAAADjQ/gQSROD8bAgg/s1600/butterflies3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfOQK6eotoA/ThdGys46hJI/AAAAAAAADjQ/gQSROD8bAgg/s640/butterflies3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I brought it home my girls were even more excited to start their own pieces of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it fun?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/6315918267720338482-3741539267387318596?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3741539267387318596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3741539267387318596&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3741539267387318596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3741539267387318596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-craft.html' title='Happy Craft'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCHrfjQl4i4/ThdGup06m_I/AAAAAAAADjM/VikaClu6QVs/s72-c/butterflies1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-2944802073610668991</id><published>2011-07-07T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:57:20.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Caprese Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoM00ajKSPY/ThYHOV-AK1I/AAAAAAAADjI/cogi5ijcex8/s1600/DSC_0977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoM00ajKSPY/ThYHOV-AK1I/AAAAAAAADjI/cogi5ijcex8/s640/DSC_0977.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My all time favorite summer salad.&lt;br /&gt;So simple. &amp;nbsp;So delish. &amp;nbsp;So fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 vine ripe tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch fresh basil&lt;br /&gt;wet mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;balsamic vinegar (or balsamic vinegar dressing)&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(serves 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever had this salad was at an outdoor cafe in France. &amp;nbsp;It was served with goat cheese (just as yummy). &amp;nbsp;It brings back fond memories of the summer of 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have some basil growing in your garden/planter/yard make a quick trip to Lowes. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It's super hardy and produces all summer long. &amp;nbsp;Treat yourself to the taste of summer!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm linking up with Marty's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://savvysouthernstyle.blogspot.com/2011/07/wow-us-wednesdays-21.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wow Us Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Even though it is Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;:) and &lt;a href="http://www.homestoriesatoz.com/2011/07/tutorials-tips-link-party-19-williamsburgva-trip.html"&gt;Home Stories AtoZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your favorite summer salad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-2944802073610668991?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/2944802073610668991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=2944802073610668991&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2944802073610668991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2944802073610668991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/caprese-salad.html' title='Caprese Salad'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FoM00ajKSPY/ThYHOV-AK1I/AAAAAAAADjI/cogi5ijcex8/s72-c/DSC_0977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5191497677051080870</id><published>2011-07-04T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T15:58:00.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHkwDVbEm3I/Tg34LpmJ7ZI/AAAAAAAADjE/vLD5lqjPHRE/s1600/DSC_0905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHkwDVbEm3I/Tg34LpmJ7ZI/AAAAAAAADjE/vLD5lqjPHRE/s640/DSC_0905.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5191497677051080870?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5191497677051080870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5191497677051080870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5191497677051080870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5191497677051080870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UHkwDVbEm3I/Tg34LpmJ7ZI/AAAAAAAADjE/vLD5lqjPHRE/s72-c/DSC_0905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3114722428656115178</id><published>2011-07-01T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:23:27.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Being Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDtnym0Jmf4/Tg3mezcIzzI/AAAAAAAADjA/kSTC09QZNxM/s1600/DSC_0706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDtnym0Jmf4/Tg3mezcIzzI/AAAAAAAADjA/kSTC09QZNxM/s640/DSC_0706.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I mentioned doing the Loving Well study by Beth Moore. &amp;nbsp;Here are some questions that really struck me about God's immense love for my soul:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you have any idea how much I love you? &amp;nbsp;How taken I am with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you think you need to prove yourself lovable to Me? &amp;nbsp;Deep down inside, are you trying to earn My love and attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You do have an enemy, My Child. &amp;nbsp;But it is not Me. &amp;nbsp;He wants you to think it is. &amp;nbsp;I am for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love you unashamedly. &amp;nbsp;Even now My banner flies over you. &amp;nbsp;Everyone in the heavenlies knows how I feel about you. &amp;nbsp;I'd leave you red-faced over My love for you ... if you'd let Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-3114722428656115178?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/3114722428656115178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=3114722428656115178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3114722428656115178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/3114722428656115178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-loved.html' title='Being Loved'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vDtnym0Jmf4/Tg3mezcIzzI/AAAAAAAADjA/kSTC09QZNxM/s72-c/DSC_0706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-4933878237746216518</id><published>2011-06-30T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T22:16:47.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Randomness of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBrtJFQQnY/TgzanNG_XUI/AAAAAAAADi0/PCHVYe-ZWz0/s1600/DSC_0809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBrtJFQQnY/TgzanNG_XUI/AAAAAAAADi0/PCHVYe-ZWz0/s400/DSC_0809.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. I did my first baby photo session last week. &amp;nbsp;Oh my goodness. &amp;nbsp;The sweetness of a baby fresh from the arms of heaven is intoxicating. &amp;nbsp;Thanks, M, for giving me the chance to &lt;s&gt;play with your new baby&lt;/s&gt; take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. My two oldest have been at camp(s) all week. &amp;nbsp;We've kept little man busy with playdates and such. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday as I perused the bookstore alone for almost two hours I felt a wee bit guilty for enjoying myself so much. &amp;nbsp;Then I ordered a frosty mint coffee drink and the guilt magically disappeared. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the last time I was in a bookstore to just browse? &amp;nbsp;Oh yes, I remember. &amp;nbsp;Twelve years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Speaking of books. &amp;nbsp;This is the study I am doing this summer with a wonderful hodge-podge of women. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I mean that in the best of ways.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;It's amazing how God's beautiful Word can bring hearts together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfN3MVJUOlY/Tgzao-FzopI/AAAAAAAADi8/2wyV3rsquAg/s1600/study.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bfN3MVJUOlY/Tgzao-FzopI/AAAAAAAADi8/2wyV3rsquAg/s320/study.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you are looking for a study to do with a small group of women I highly recommend it. &amp;nbsp;Life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Food:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. Do you have a &lt;a href="http://www.papamurphys.com/Home"&gt;Papa Murphy's Pizza&lt;/a&gt;? &amp;nbsp;Oh. My. Goodness. &amp;nbsp;We have a new favorite. &amp;nbsp;It's take-n-bake &amp;nbsp;pizza made right in front of you. $7 for a large. &amp;nbsp;$9 for xlarge. &amp;nbsp;Wanna know what my favorite is? &amp;nbsp;S'mores Dessert Pizza. &amp;nbsp;It's only $3 for a 10" right now. &amp;nbsp;It's slap-your-momma good. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(I'd never really slap my momma, by the way.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. Pretzel Crisps are addictive. &amp;nbsp;Especially when they are covered with sesame seeds, garlic, onion, caraway and poppy seeds. &amp;nbsp;Who needs dip when you have all that stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qikYDvxRNE/TgzaoFvUzuI/AAAAAAAADi4/BbMxmxieD2A/s1600/pretzel+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qikYDvxRNE/TgzaoFvUzuI/AAAAAAAADi4/BbMxmxieD2A/s320/pretzel+.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I finally made it to our local WholeFoods store. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm the only person in the tri-state area that hadn't been yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was craving pimento cheese spread while I was there, so I got a little crazy and chose the Red Onion Pimento Cheese. &amp;nbsp;Holy onion breath, batman! &amp;nbsp;That stuff is powerful. &amp;nbsp;I won't be getting that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Travel:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is important to wear deodorant, especially when visiting America and riding in small enclosures with other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is important to stay away from garlic and curry dishes before riding in elevators with multiple people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No, it is not appropriate to clear your nasal passages on said elevators. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Even though they are burning like fiya from the body odor and ode a la garleek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A select few from the Detroit area think Steak and Shake is not a chain restaurant. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It is.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A select few from St. Louis think TGIFriday's is not a chain restaurant. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It is&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned you this would be random. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-4933878237746216518?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/4933878237746216518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=4933878237746216518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4933878237746216518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/4933878237746216518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/randomness-of-june.html' title='Randomness of June'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBrtJFQQnY/TgzanNG_XUI/AAAAAAAADi0/PCHVYe-ZWz0/s72-c/DSC_0809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-8729224538801251519</id><published>2011-06-29T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:40:31.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Nurturing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-493xfkFPBs8/TgsnCjpYcvI/AAAAAAAADiw/o02aphnVAB4/s1600/DSC_0722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-493xfkFPBs8/TgsnCjpYcvI/AAAAAAAADiw/o02aphnVAB4/s640/DSC_0722.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all have areas in our lives that we want to improve upon. &amp;nbsp;My list is lengthy and as varied as the fruits at a summer stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my weaknesses is nurturing. &amp;nbsp; I'm comfortable nurturing children. &amp;nbsp;My own, yours, a stranger's. &lt;br /&gt;Its the nurturing of other adults that I struggle with. &amp;nbsp;I desire to be a nurturer but it doesn't come naturally. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started praying for a more nurturing soul the Lord immediately brought a friend to mind. &amp;nbsp;I've observed Ms. Dixie nurture the multitudes from babes to the elderly. &amp;nbsp;She ministers in physical ways through meals, service, and care but she also has the gift of ministering to the soul. &amp;nbsp;She nurtures in a manner that makes you feel as though you are the most important person in the world. &amp;nbsp;Your concerns are hers. &amp;nbsp;She is a helper in time of need. &amp;nbsp;Hmm... doesn't that sound like Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;Not only does she nurture in times of need, she has the gift of reaching out. &amp;nbsp;I know from experience as well as countless mutual friends of her gift of &amp;nbsp;tending the flock, fostering the heart, cultivating the soil that is around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for a friend who is a living example of Christ. &amp;nbsp;I want to be like Jesus and if it means looking a little like Ms. Dixie, I'd be just fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="hw" d:dhw="1" d:priority="2" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="hw" d:dhw="1" d:priority="2" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;nur&lt;span class="hsb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="pr" d:pr="US" style="font-family: HiraMinPro-W3;" type="US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;|ˈnər&lt;span class="sc" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ər|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span class="pronGrp"&gt;&lt;span class="pr" d:pr="US" style="font-family: HiraMinPro-W3;" type="US"&gt;noun: the process of caring for and encouraging the growth of another&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/6315918267720338482-8729224538801251519?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/8729224538801251519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=8729224538801251519&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8729224538801251519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/8729224538801251519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/nurturing.html' title='Nurturing'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-493xfkFPBs8/TgsnCjpYcvI/AAAAAAAADiw/o02aphnVAB4/s72-c/DSC_0722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-267496594060726943</id><published>2011-06-23T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:53:19.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-112myKoQ5sQ/TgOKOaKjJvI/AAAAAAAADig/sSLkrnl6ocw/s1600/DSC_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-112myKoQ5sQ/TgOKOaKjJvI/AAAAAAAADig/sSLkrnl6ocw/s400/DSC_0555.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vF1yy2xK1tM/TgOKWLyDNkI/AAAAAAAADik/Blo9e6eW1kw/s1600/DSC_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vF1yy2xK1tM/TgOKWLyDNkI/AAAAAAAADik/Blo9e6eW1kw/s400/DSC_0560.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qF_Np5BGEi8/TgOKc_EaE0I/AAAAAAAADio/YCAIJIYGO6A/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qF_Np5BGEi8/TgOKc_EaE0I/AAAAAAAADio/YCAIJIYGO6A/s400/DSC_0703.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yy2cowMAub8/TgOKuHrbsLI/AAAAAAAADis/aC-4adXp8NA/s1600/DSC_0697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yy2cowMAub8/TgOKuHrbsLI/AAAAAAAADis/aC-4adXp8NA/s400/DSC_0697.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though I often mention my love of cold weather, there is so much to love about summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you embrace about the season?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-267496594060726943?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/267496594060726943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=267496594060726943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/267496594060726943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/267496594060726943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer...'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-112myKoQ5sQ/TgOKOaKjJvI/AAAAAAAADig/sSLkrnl6ocw/s72-c/DSC_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-2807043753280183311</id><published>2011-06-22T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:49:57.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Trail's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBYasYb-XGM/TelIWC9qeQI/AAAAAAAADgE/4u_luNuczfU/s1600/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBYasYb-XGM/TelIWC9qeQI/AAAAAAAADgE/4u_luNuczfU/s400/DSC_0204.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last stop on our &lt;a href="http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-of-our-favorite-things.html"&gt;Great Tour of the Midwest &lt;/a&gt;was one of the most fun. &amp;nbsp;Do you know what sits on Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpQ9Wn5RaqI/TelIXMOxFrI/AAAAAAAADgI/MFCZv5GTTYk/s1600/DSC_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hpQ9Wn5RaqI/TelIXMOxFrI/AAAAAAAADgI/MFCZv5GTTYk/s400/DSC_0207.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cedar Point Amusement Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Home of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_roller_coaster_rankings"&gt;several world record&lt;/a&gt; rides,&amp;nbsp;including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Top_Thrill_Dragster"&gt;one &lt;/a&gt;that takes you from 0-120mph in 3.8 seconds. &amp;nbsp;That's me trying an alternative to a facelift in the green jacket:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg0Q1vh5guc/TelIZYO0DkI/AAAAAAAADgQ/78Vkq5BYfyU/s1600/DSC07004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bg0Q1vh5guc/TelIZYO0DkI/AAAAAAAADgQ/78Vkq5BYfyU/s400/DSC07004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once it reaches that speed, it's straight up 420 ft and then straight down 420ft. &amp;nbsp;It was a wild ride.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I got cool mommy points for riding that beast. &lt;br /&gt;By. my. self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRgHZxc49UU/TelIar4GkeI/AAAAAAAADgU/UW3_tsa78Uk/s1600/DSC07005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRgHZxc49UU/TelIar4GkeI/AAAAAAAADgU/UW3_tsa78Uk/s400/DSC07005.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We mistakenly took 2 of our 3 kiddos on separate level 5 rides (5 being the wildest). &amp;nbsp;Oops! &amp;nbsp;That kind of sealed the deal on their dislike of wild rides. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately, Cedar Point has enough to offer to everyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WKNg1OMSfQ/TelIb0fyZZI/AAAAAAAADgY/BBkL1lHWBSw/s1600/DSC07024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WKNg1OMSfQ/TelIb0fyZZI/AAAAAAAADgY/BBkL1lHWBSw/s400/DSC07024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, everyone except those who like a clean hotel "resort" room. &amp;nbsp;Ewww... don't be fooled by the word resort. &amp;nbsp;Stick with a national chain, unless you don't mind finding hairs of various length (meaning various owners) on the bathroom floor of your hotel room. &amp;nbsp;Just sayin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WKNg1OMSfQ/TelIb0fyZZI/AAAAAAAADgY/BBkL1lHWBSw/s1600/DSC07024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBucc9EhS3A/TelIYGTyLoI/AAAAAAAADgM/UiDeCn1BdFw/s1600/DSC_0216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBucc9EhS3A/TelIYGTyLoI/AAAAAAAADgM/UiDeCn1BdFw/s640/DSC_0216.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The day proved to be very educational for my kids. &amp;nbsp;Unbeknownst to us, it was Special Needs day. &amp;nbsp;Literally thousands of special needs adults filled the park. &amp;nbsp;It was precious to watch and I only had to use my "don't ask me right now" look a few times. &amp;nbsp;The kids took it in stride and made me proud. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl6J6bL1Lw0/TgIr2ygPr0I/AAAAAAAADic/GA0z9iXEpO0/s1600/DSC_0232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl6J6bL1Lw0/TgIr2ygPr0I/AAAAAAAADic/GA0z9iXEpO0/s640/DSC_0232.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our final stop was the Ohio Amish country. &amp;nbsp;Talk about a juxtaposition! &amp;nbsp;One day we were riding roller coasters, the next day we were riding behind a horse drawn buggy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love America!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-2807043753280183311?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/2807043753280183311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=2807043753280183311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2807043753280183311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/2807043753280183311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/trails-end.html' title='Trail&apos;s End'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBYasYb-XGM/TelIWC9qeQI/AAAAAAAADgE/4u_luNuczfU/s72-c/DSC_0204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-5148667710333265745</id><published>2011-06-17T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:17:10.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suggestions'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MztXJNF9QD8/TftbhfNQ8fI/AAAAAAAADh8/ty_qBnowxi8/s1600/DSC_0520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MztXJNF9QD8/TftbhfNQ8fI/AAAAAAAADh8/ty_qBnowxi8/s640/DSC_0520.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. I know this limits the playing field, but if you ever get a chance to go to an IKEA it's worth the stop just for the food. &amp;nbsp;I recently discovered their Lingonberry preserves. &amp;nbsp;Oh. my. goodness. &amp;nbsp;It is the right mixture of tart and sweet. &amp;nbsp;Most jellies/jams/preserves are too sweet. &amp;nbsp;Not so with Sylt Lingon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Delish.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3rEUwEB50Y/TftctW9GoEI/AAAAAAAADiI/lvxUpdZDEJY/s1600/ikea-cinnamon-buns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M3rEUwEB50Y/TftctW9GoEI/AAAAAAAADiI/lvxUpdZDEJY/s200/ikea-cinnamon-buns.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikeafans.com/home/tag/ikea-cinnamon-rolls.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. Since you will already be there, you HAVE to buy the IKEA cinnamon rolls. &amp;nbsp;Six giant rolls for $4. &amp;nbsp;I can't even make them that cheap! &amp;nbsp;Oh, and you can even buy one for .99 to munch on whilst you shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLDqnRgeR3s/TftbjiMjV2I/AAAAAAAADiE/WIHM93zvzz8/s1600/DSC_0591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HLDqnRgeR3s/TftbjiMjV2I/AAAAAAAADiE/WIHM93zvzz8/s640/DSC_0591.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. It had been awhile since I perused the dollar section at Target. &amp;nbsp;My pet-whisperer child found this little notepad. &amp;nbsp;It provided hours of entertainment for our resident veterinarian.&lt;br /&gt;It would make a cute birthday gift paired with a stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-u6wzmEe2c/TftbiXwdGMI/AAAAAAAADiA/Ai8Q-81HrMo/s1600/DSC_0590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-u6wzmEe2c/TftbiXwdGMI/AAAAAAAADiA/Ai8Q-81HrMo/s400/DSC_0590.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I just started a summer bible study. &amp;nbsp;It is &lt;a href="http://www.lifewaystores.com/lwstore/product.asp?isbn=1415825947"&gt;Beth Moore's Loving Well&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I'm only 2 days in and I have already gleamed so much. &amp;nbsp;It's a much lighter study than most of her others. &amp;nbsp;Perfect for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7DGQz5Zhh0/TftfiRoWMSI/AAAAAAAADiM/JeyQRNygt-c/s1600/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7DGQz5Zhh0/TftfiRoWMSI/AAAAAAAADiM/JeyQRNygt-c/s400/book.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Speaking of light reading. &amp;nbsp;I just discovered &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_sq_top?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=patricia%20amble%20mystery%20series&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0800731573&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=12Z174BMBXFWR3MSQSET"&gt;this little fiction series&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It's a great little read for the beach if you like a mystery. &amp;nbsp;The main character buys and remodels houses to resell so it gives just enough design detail to get my blood pumping. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm weird like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Friday, dear friend!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6315918267720338482-5148667710333265745?l=neweveryam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/feeds/5148667710333265745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6315918267720338482&amp;postID=5148667710333265745&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5148667710333265745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6315918267720338482/posts/default/5148667710333265745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neweveryam.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-favorites.html' title='Friday Favorites'/><author><name>New Every Morning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17078543392410879361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cS70s7fnEl0/TsvTuWg7I_I/AAAAAAAAD2A/kaIO6LlADEI/s220/G%2B7_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MztXJNF9QD8/TftbhfNQ8fI/AAAAAAAADh8/ty_qBnowxi8/s72-c/DSC_0520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6315918267720338482.post-3443104113366216611</id><published>2011-06-14T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:27:23.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furnishings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeovers'/><title type='text'>Dining Room: Before/After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFkjDvGcGS8/TfZ5o1BKEAI/AAAAAAAADhg/qFdLnQHP_YY/s1600/black+table-chairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFkjDvGcGS8/TfZ5o1BKEAI/AAAAAAAADhg/qFdLnQHP_YY/s400/black+table-chairs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When we built our house nine years ago, I took a big risk and put wallpaper in our dining room. &amp;nbsp;It is sort of separate from the rest of the house, so it worked; even though it was a busy pattern. &amp;nbsp;It lasted longer than I thought it might. &amp;nbsp;Err, &lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;should say I lasted longer than I thought I would in not getting tired of it. &amp;nbsp;This past winter, though, I had had enough. &amp;nbsp;We decided to have it taken down and painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One itty bitty little problem. &amp;nbsp;The biggest wall was covered with mirrors. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I know!!! What &amp;nbsp;was I thinking when we did that?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;My husband had some guys in the mirror business come and remove the mirrors. &amp;nbsp;When they took them off the wall this is what remained:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCGaCSOmH_Q/TfZ5rx9TCJI/AAAAAAAADho/jjXvkgfXkdM/s1600/DSC_5154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCGaCSOmH_Q/TfZ5rx9TCJI/AAAAAAAADho/jjXvkgfXkdM/s640/DSC_5154.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The guys said they had never seen a mirror hung like that. &amp;nbsp;Someone got a little happy with the black tar glue. &amp;nbsp;We started scraping and the more we scraped, the more sheetrock came off. &amp;nbsp;Talk about frustrating. &amp;nbsp;We quickly realized that we were going to have to replace the sheetrock if we didn't stop. &amp;nbsp;So we added 3 sheets of thin wallboard on top of the existing &lt;s&gt;polka dots&lt;/s&gt; wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm and serene was what we were going for when we chose Behr Jubilee for the paint color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfuMrI08kao/TfZ54MdFsYI/AAAAAAAADhw/h0CCz9JfqQk/s1600/DSC_0572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BfuMrI08kao/TfZ54MdFsYI/AAAAAAAADhw/h0CCz9JfqQk/s640/DSC_0572.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbMxT05uTEo/TfZ56ZdPSJI/AAAAAAAADh4/2_aqOcU62d0/s1600/DSC_5147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbMxT05uTEo/TfZ56ZdPSJI/AAAAAAAADh4/2_aqOcU62d0/s640/DSC_5147.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COoNg4WzimQ/TfZ53JHLfNI/AAAAAAAADhs/DcTyIsIM-HU/s1600/DSC_0571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-COoNg4WzimQ/TfZ53JHLfNI/AAAAAAAADhs/DcTyIsIM-HU/s640/DSC_0571.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The room feels so much bigger and spacious. &amp;nbsp;With a solid color, I have more freedom to change the mood of the room. &amp;nbsp;Right now I've summer-ized it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbMxT05uTEo/TfZ56ZdPSJI/AAAAAAAADh4/2_aqOcU62d0/s1600/DSC_5147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5WkNEtwSxY/TfZ55fYAqLI/AAAAAAAADh0/hGKxBscvKQM/s1600/DSC_0575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5WkNEtwSxY/TfZ55fYAqLI/AAAAAAAADh0/hGKxBscvKQM/s400/DSC_0575.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-
