<?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-27844883</id><updated>2011-12-08T18:24:00.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love</title><subtitle type='html'>The love we share is a sweet fragrance to the Lord.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-569587955753037996</id><published>2011-05-22T13:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:51:55.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you!!</title><content type='html'>If you hear nothing else today, hear this. Right where you are right now in this time in this place, He loves you!! &lt;br /&gt;He didn't die for the good in this life he died for the bad. He died while we were still sinning! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but to me that's everything!! Could you die for the people who hate and abuse you? He did. He died for the people that beat him until he was unrecognizable, he died for the ones who drove the nails! &lt;br /&gt;He died for the prostitute down the street, the addict living day to day, the murderer sitting in death row and yes the child molester living his days behind bars. &lt;br /&gt;If he, being God, loved these why can't we love those who hurt us? We must try, we have to lay down our own feelings to reach those who need him. Hurting people, hurt people. &lt;br /&gt;Praying we find our rest in him today! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-569587955753037996?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/569587955753037996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=569587955753037996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/569587955753037996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/569587955753037996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you.html' title='I love you!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-6628778319808883779</id><published>2011-05-21T13:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:37:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My testimony to a dear friend :)</title><content type='html'>Let me start by giving you a little bit of back ground before I get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 2 the molestation started, amazingly enough I remember it. See we were poor and though both my parents worked we couldn’t afford to live anywhere except trailer courts until I was 12. Well if you know anything about trailer courts it’s kinda like the hood for poor white people in small towns here. Lol…. Anyway, until I was 9 everywhere we moved I was molested by different teenage boys. Naturally by the time I was 11 I was pretty twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy moved in with us that year and molested me and a friend one night when my parents were out and we were sleeping. Most of the time other girls told and I lied. I really felt like it was my fault you know.  I carried their sin with me for years. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway by the time I was 14 I was invited to a campground with some boys got drunk and was taken advantage of…. That seemed to be the last straw I was drunk every weekend and all summer. By the time I was 16 I discovered drugs, marijuana mostly, I was striving to find anything that would numb me that would make me not have to think about my life. I had guys by the dozens, after all, I figured that’s what love was right? Screwed up, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 18 after graduation and a short relationship I went into a bar picked up the local meth dealer and started a messed up crazy 3 year relationship. Almost to you hang on…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time he hit me I should have left, but I guess I didn’t feel I deserved any better. So I stayed. He would freak out with paranoia and accuse me of all kinds of things from being an undercover FBI agent to cheating on him to stealing. He would beat me and if I fought back at all he actually had the audacity to sit down and show me all HIS bruises even though he outweighed me by 80lbs and he’d say “look what you did to me” I mean and I actually felt bad. He was 11 years my senior and I was only 18 when we started dating, he could manipulate and sway me anyway he wanted, and he did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After a year at 19 he talked me into dancing at the local strip club to make money for him. That ended fast when I couldn’t explain away the bruises anymore. It only fueled his fire against me… It was nightly that he would hit me. Anyway so now were at 20 lol, ironic I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during this time we were driving back home one day and I heard this song Push and I loved the rhythm and I would sing along with it, but one day I really listened and the lyrics freaked me out! No seriously I really thought whoever wrote that song knew me…. Like literally knew my secret thoughts what I was screaming on the inside. I wasn’t interested in who sang it, but I had to know who wrote it! I honestly thought I was gonna find out it was someone who knew me. I didn’t really pursue it until 3am came out…. I know this is hard to believe and I’m not trying to say you wrote those songs for me ok so hang with me till the end…. But I love thunderstorms always have and I used to stand in the middle of them and I believed it cleansed you that it was a way of taking all the crap away….  And yep you guessed it our clock was stuck at 3:00 (am or pm ?) It had been that way for months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at this time in our relationship he would leave me alone with nothing for days at a time, and even brought a girl home with him, sure he left her in the car, but he was cheating. Of course he explained it away and I believed him…. But I was so lonely…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to you… After I heard that song I went out and bought the cd…. I read the lyrics and found out you wrote them… I must have studied your face for hours wondering where I’d met you or how you knew me. After listening to all the songs they matched it was crazy! I wanted to meet you talk to you find out how you knew my life (wish they had twitter back then lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I remember this day so specifically. The house had gotten locked and he was mad, apparently I had locked it and forgot the keys, and truthfully maybe I did I really don’t know. But as we walked behind the house he hit me and screamed at me for locking us out. I don’t know y but I didn’t get angry I just simply left, as the tears rolled down, I just got in the car and drove to a nature reserve. I remember just staring at the water crying and hearing a still small voice clearly saying “It’s going to be ok, I’m here.”  Now I had never heard anything like that before, but amazingly I wasn’t scared I felt better, I didn’t know who it was lol, but I felt loved. It was in that moment I decided to find out when you were coming to Iowa, I needed to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in the car and turned on the radio and there was an announcement for mb20 coming to Ames soon, I don’t remember the time span. Anyway I went with a friend and never did meet you, but after driving in a blizzard, one of the worst in years, I made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he knew I was different he began to try to get my mind back to him and it was like my eyes were opened and I seen the truth, he had been lying to me and manipulating me for years. I was done, I broke it off that night. He wasn’t done though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week he wanted me to go to a bar with him and I didn’t want to go. So when he went in the shower I ran and hid in a ditch to try and get away. Well his boss found me and took me back to him. I went to the bar that night and watched him dance with these two girls…. I knew a couple guys in the band so on break I was talking with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at closing time I left the bar and these two girls attacked me verbally apparently his magic worked on them and he had convinced them I was sleeping with the band…. So not true…. Anyway I let them go off on me and then told them they could have him… they got in the car and left me 30 miles away. Two girls standing with me gave me a ride to the local country kitchen, I found a guy there I knew who gave me a ride home.&lt;br /&gt; While in front of my house he tried to kiss me, I felt bad but explained that I just got out of a relationship, I couldn’t get into another one. Anyway, when I went inside apparently my ex had been watching out the window, he wasn’t happy. About a week b4 that I had a bra that scratched my chest and apparently he thought it was a hickey so he tore my shirt to see if it was still there… it was, wasn’t a hickey, I don’t know if that’s what set him off or what but he threw me over his shoulder and raped me. I was locked up with him for three days before I finally escaped. He tried to catch me but oddly enough he somehow flew up against a car and hurt his ankle. I got away. The next few months were a blur I was doing acid and drinking a ton…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raped by a stranger when walking home one night. I got in the car (stupidly) and he drove me to a really run down neighborhood. I tried to run but he caught me and told me he’d kill me if I tried to run again. I just gave, I acted like I was into it. It saved my life. On the way to take me home thank God his car broke down! We went our separate ways, he left telling me we should go shopping sometime, that he would take me on a real date next time…. Ok really didn’t think this was a date, dude…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell into such a slump I was so messed up I thought God hated me, I’ve never been so miserable in all my life. I remember sitting in the bathtub with a razor to my wrist only to have my roommate bang on the door till I opened it bc he had to use the bathroom… So I drank and drank….. what was the point of living right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later I was at a friends house and apparently she thought it would be cute to bring my ex and I back together. He was decent and acted normal it was actually a nice night, until she left me alone with him. Almost as soon as we were alone he tackled me and threw me on the sofa with a knife to my throat. Apparently I was there undercover again, lol… As tears rolled down my face I silently prayed asking God to forgive me of all I had done. For some reason he wasn’t ready me to die because, no lie, the anger left my ex’s face and he handed me the knife! CRAZY! I locked myself in my friend’s room for the rest of the night. It was in that night that I met the real Jesus, the real savior.  I realized that right where I was, broken and beaten for some reason he loved me. I cried all night, btw I realize now is what truly cleanses us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my point? God used your words to open my eyes to what was happening to me! I realized I was being pushed around and abused. I don’t know if you believe in Jesus, but it doesn’t matter he believes in you. He knew I wasn’t going to turn on the Christian radio station and listen, he had to reach me somehow, and that was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you, thank you for writing the songs. Thank you for going through with it to the point of fame, so that my life could be better. I will always have this place in my heart for you. Not like oh my gosh I love you because your famous type, but thanks for aiding in saving my life type of place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m older, lets not go there, lol j/k. But seriously I get it now I get that music moves me, it is so much a part of who I am, I use it to minister, God uses it to speak to me, it’s ingrained in me. I can’t listen to you anymore because it’s just not wise for me, but I do pray that I’ll be seeing you on the Christian scene! Don’t laugh, I’m serious!! OK that’s all I have to say I just hope you really get the power of your words and realize that your one of my heros :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O and just so you know, I’m not abused anymore, Because of Christ I met my soul mate, he is my #1 hero aside from Jesus. He’s made my life worth living again! He’s so supportive and has helped me walk through this healing process. I pray you’ve found that same love in Marisol! God Bless you both! I will forever be praying for you both!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your blessed and encouraged today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-6628778319808883779?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6628778319808883779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=6628778319808883779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/6628778319808883779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/6628778319808883779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-me-start-by-giving-you-little-bit.html' title='My testimony to a dear friend :)'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-6978141824581020300</id><published>2011-05-19T10:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:03:32.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I found the scripture where Jesus tells us to be ready because we will not know the time nor the hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 13:32-35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus in his own words says that not even he will know the day or the hour!! So this business of him coming on May 22 at 6:00pm is complete nonsense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we are to be always watching and waiting because we will not know the day or the hour only God knows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-6978141824581020300?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/6978141824581020300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=6978141824581020300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/6978141824581020300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/6978141824581020300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-not-end-of-world.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-915384855444289347</id><published>2011-05-18T14:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:27:30.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New?</title><content type='html'>School's almost out!! None of the kids are doing summer sports this year, I'm kinda glad, gives us a lot more freedom!!&lt;br /&gt;Madison is 14 now and driving..... look out!!!! She is doing well in school this trimester! She went to breakaway this winter and is attending Fifth Element on Wenesdays.....&lt;br /&gt;Kali is 11 and is doing very well in school! She has major Bieber Fever and spends a lot of her time reading and playing the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Memphis will be 6 soon and is starting Kindergarten next year!! Yes it's a year late, bc I held him back a year. He is growing real fast and continues to amaze me in his language and social skills.&lt;br /&gt;Jer is still working at Engine Works and has been working loooonnnggg hours :(&lt;br /&gt;I am still doing most of the detailing and taking calls from home from walgreens.com. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=2051769145671503549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/2051769145671503549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/2051769145671503549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter.html' title='easter'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-4833775301124819940</id><published>2009-01-31T19:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:06:47.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's New??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/SYUWCaNu3DI/AAAAAAAAABY/s_SKDIuAuAI/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297664767323724850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/SYUWCaNu3DI/AAAAAAAAABY/s_SKDIuAuAI/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow I haven't been on here in almost a year!! Crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My newest and potentially biggest adventure has begun in my life and I am truley excited! I have a food addiction! This is not a tragedy for me it is an awsome relief! I can finally conquer the last thing that holds me to my past! So I'm hitting it full boar! I'm starting with no sugar and doing a 12 step program for food addicts. I hope to bring this light to others who don't realize they have one just as I didn't!! So that's my Update!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-4833775301124819940?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/4833775301124819940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=4833775301124819940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/4833775301124819940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/4833775301124819940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-whats-new.html' title='So What&apos;s New??'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/SYUWCaNu3DI/AAAAAAAAABY/s_SKDIuAuAI/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-8726691738243389029</id><published>2009-01-31T16:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:18:43.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm gonna try and stay with it this time....LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-8726691738243389029?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/8726691738243389029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=8726691738243389029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/8726691738243389029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/8726691738243389029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-2443192736189410927</id><published>2008-08-13T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:06:49.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>ok so i haven't blogged in a looooooooong time, but i'm gonna b commited now....lol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-2443192736189410927?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/2443192736189410927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=2443192736189410927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so I got this in an email from a friend and instead of emailing it I thought I'd blog it and do a fun little tag!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to the 2007 Edition of Getting to know your friends. What you are supposed to do is change all the answers so that they apply to you, and then tag this to a whole bunch of people The idea is that you will learn a lot more of little things about your friends, if you don't know them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;7:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or Pearls?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;Bridge of Teribithia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. What is your favorite TV Show?&lt;br /&gt;Lost----Yes I've become addicted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;String Cheese and a Cappaccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Sue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;I donno american????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What Foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite chips?&lt;br /&gt;funyons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;plymouth minivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what is your favorite Sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;Turkey and mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What characteristic do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;Pride and arrogance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;br /&gt;yoga pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Austrailia or Isreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Brand of Clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Levi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where would you retire?&lt;br /&gt;Close to my kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite time of Day?&lt;br /&gt;Nights.....Although I don't get many right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Iowa City, IA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;br /&gt;Football!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who do you think will blog this?&lt;br /&gt;Donno-----Heth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Person you expect to send it back first?&lt;br /&gt;Heth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Pepsi or Coke?&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Beavers or Ducks?&lt;br /&gt;Beavers----ducks are kinda dirty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you a morning person or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;night owl!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pedicure or manicure?&lt;br /&gt;Manicure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share?&lt;br /&gt;I'm Pregnant............No I'm kidding LOL!!! Just the new &lt;a href="http://bstoffregen.qhealthbeauty.com/"&gt;Buis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer, a princess, a singer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm, I remember going somewhere with my dad and on the way home I asked what 4 wheel drive meant and he said, "I'll show ya" and then he swirved in the ditch and drove in the snow...it was so cool. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Side or tummy Sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Total Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was your childhood hero?&lt;br /&gt;Donno......ummmmmmm............my dad!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who sent you your last email??&lt;br /&gt;Quixtar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Innie or outie?&lt;br /&gt;Innie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What book are you currently reading?&lt;br /&gt;The Regime....awsome book and Steadfast Love!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag, &lt;a href="http://laundrypile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://aretheyallyours.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mel&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.tortelitha.blogspot.com/"&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-8488136789840693374?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/8488136789840693374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=8488136789840693374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/8488136789840693374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/8488136789840693374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-me_06.html' title='About Me!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-7387684364233256081</id><published>2007-03-05T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:58:49.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madie Poo Happy Birthday to You!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rex2FX8UgOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w7ajfIwukE8/s1600-h/HPIM0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038531917819183330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rex2FX8UgOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w7ajfIwukE8/s320/HPIM0769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Happy Birthday Madison!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the first time I met you, I came over on Halloween night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little baby sat on my lap coooing and gurgling while a sweet little girl, 3 years old hid under the coffee table only to sneek a peek now and then. I didn't acknowledge you at first because I wanted to allow you to stare in your wonder without being embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the evening went on and your dad and I began to know one another, you began to come closer until eventually you sat right next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/RexwfH8UgNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZvtEc8x3AhY/s1600-h/HPIM0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038525763131048146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/RexwfH8UgNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZvtEc8x3AhY/s320/HPIM0828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with that little girl, just like I fell in love with her Daddy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of you today Madison. I already see a young lady with a heart after God, and I can't wait to see you blossom into a beautiful woman of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm So thankful for you and for what a great big sister and friend you are to Memphis and Kali.. They Love you sooo much as do Dad and I. Happy Birthday Sweetie Pie!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rexwen8UgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j4RgDO833o0/s1600-h/HPIM0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038525754541113538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rexwen8UgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j4RgDO833o0/s320/HPIM0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ps. I'm sorry this was late....Her Birthday was February 5th!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rexwen8UgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j4RgDO833o0/s1600-h/HPIM0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rexwen8UgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j4RgDO833o0/s1600-h/HPIM0775.jpg"&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/27844883-7387684364233256081?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/7387684364233256081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=7387684364233256081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/7387684364233256081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/7387684364233256081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2007/03/madie-poo-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Madie Poo Happy Birthday to You!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ouTHf8ZvUR8/Rex2FX8UgOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/w7ajfIwukE8/s72-c/HPIM0769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-8050910150221149023</id><published>2007-03-02T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:11:10.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>What have we been up to?? Oh my goodness A lot!!! Considering I haven't written in like 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;........we're having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt; troubles time for a new one!!!!!! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Madison is now 10 (I will post a special blog for her Monday!!!) And she is officially a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen and don't we know it. She's all about boys and technology.....and so it begins.....Lord be with her (&lt;em&gt;and us&lt;/em&gt;) No, she's growing up, but I see a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strengths&lt;/span&gt; beginning to blossom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali is still 6 (till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; 1st) and she is doing well in school and also love boys &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt; Although she is still content with barbies and little ponies and bobble heads. Thank Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memphis is turning into a regular little toddler!!!!!!! He can say all sorts of stuff....my new favorite is Butt!! it's so cute....is that wrong??? He is into everything............and still has a lot of ear infections........tubes maybe on the horizon &lt;em&gt;.........(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blech&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy is still at Deere's 3rd shift. I'm happy to say he doesn't like boys or technology....he he!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working part time although with all the snow and no electricity at work it will be more full time in the weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us spiritually it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;battle zone&lt;/span&gt; around here lately..... not really with each other just life,  you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have an exciting new thingy happening.....I either have or plan to contact some of you about it, but I also have this website: &lt;a href="http://bstoffregen.qhealthbeauty.com/"&gt;http://bstoffregen.qhealthbeauty.com&lt;/a&gt;. There are some totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; products and a really neat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;buisness&lt;/span&gt; opportunity on there. Check it out and just click the contact us link with any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of Pictures like I said our Computer is on the fritz!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-8050910150221149023?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/8050910150221149023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=8050910150221149023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/8050910150221149023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/8050910150221149023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2007/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-116460629752413441</id><published>2006-11-26T21:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:44:57.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't written in awhile....a long while..life you know. Anyway, just some updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jer is doing well. The Detail shop is slowing down for winter so we get to see more of him now..We like that. Madison is doing excellent her last report card was mainly  A's and B's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kali is as fisty as ever, but is doing great in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Memphis is has been at new levels now, climbing on the table and counters......He's very high maintnence!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I will begin to work Monday working in an  office out of a home in ceaderloo....So that is our exciting life....... &lt;em&gt;*pokes you in the side*&lt;/em&gt;  WAKE UP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-116460629752413441?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/116460629752413441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=116460629752413441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116460629752413441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116460629752413441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/11/updates_116460629752413441.html' title='Updates:'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-116295648597197849</id><published>2006-11-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:52:40.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings to my Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/Hpim0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/Hpim0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was in bible study today and we were talking a little about our husbands. God's been showing me some stuff about our husbands that I think needs to be said. I don't think we s women understand the pressure of being the 'head of the household'. Just think he is not only responsible but accoutable to god for, his family, the fnances, his relationship with god, the spiritual wefare of the home, in escense he is our covering. I don't know about you, but I'm so glad I'm a woman!!! Anyway I wrote Jer this email and I would encourage you to do the same!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanted to tell you how incredibly thankful I am for you. Thank you for being an awesome father to our children and teaching them in the way of the Lord. I am blessed by you. Thank you for being the best husband in he world, I am blessed by you! Thank you for choosing to serve the Lord, I am bessed by you. Thank you for handling the finances and all the stress that goes with it, I am blessed by you!! Thank you for working to provide for your family, I am blessed by you. Thank you for excepting christ as King, He is blessed by you. I love you honey have a good night!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope you will encourage your husbands today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aretheyallyours.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://laundrypile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heth&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-116295648597197849?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/116295648597197849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=116295648597197849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116295648597197849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116295648597197849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/11/blessings-to-my-husband.html' title='Blessings to my Husband'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-116192343919206264</id><published>2006-10-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:39:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Time!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/baileys%20buggled%20up%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/baileys%20buggled%20up%20face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A friend- Dracula's wife, Madison-monster girl, Memphis-pumpkin, and Kali the tiger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well it's that time of the year again time for candy, candy, and more candy. I know it's not technically Halloween, but it starts early around these parts. First it's off to the nursing home to visit the elderly, then it's downtown to see the stores, and then it's the night of Halloween whether it be church or door to door. And so it begins......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;PS: I blacked out the "friends" face because I didn't ask her mom for permission to post her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-116192343919206264?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/116192343919206264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=116192343919206264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116192343919206264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116192343919206264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-time.html' title='Halloween Time!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-116140327181862149</id><published>2006-10-20T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:04:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT MY CAME-RA, I GOT MY CAME-RA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/jumping%20collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/jumping%20collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the happy dance *singing* I got a new cam-ra, I got a new cam-era!!! I'm so excited (and pathetic) I got a new digital camera. The kids and I were trying it out and these are the shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-116140327181862149?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/116140327181862149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=116140327181862149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116140327181862149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116140327181862149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-my-came-ra-i-got-my-came-ra.html' title='I GOT MY CAME-RA, I GOT MY CAME-RA'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-116105893277392069</id><published>2006-10-16T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:22:12.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you figure this out???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Photo_%2351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do these things have in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;polly pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tooth brush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a halloween spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the remote control and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lots and lots of toilet paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;They've all been thrown in the toilet by The Memphenator!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(camera phone picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-116105893277392069?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/116105893277392069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=116105893277392069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116105893277392069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116105893277392069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/10/can-you-figure-this-out.html' title='Can you figure this out???'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-116097059336699193</id><published>2006-10-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:49:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Between the Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So some of you a week or so ago were wondering why I had a big fat bandage on my forehead and a couple black eyes. Well here's the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We have a huge door to our shop that semi's used to drive in and when you open it if you don't hold the rope it will go all the way to the ceiling, impossible to reach. So anyway two Tuesday's ago Jeremy was running late for work so he asked if I could shut the shop up. I said I would, besides I was gonna be able to drive the Corvette into the shop&lt;em&gt;.(sweet!!) &lt;/em&gt;Anyway, I grabbed Memphis thinking he would love to ride in the car with me so I set him down in the passengers seat and we drove in the shop. I left him in there while I grabbed a garden rake(you know the one with the metal prongs)to pull the shop door down.. I stretched the rake up, hooped it in the rope and pulled as hard as I could to pull the door down. All of the sudden it broke and I looked up thinking shoot now it's gonna be stuck up there, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boom!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right between the eyes!!! Blood gushed out so I ran inside dialed Jeremy's cell phone, handed Madison the phone and told her to tell her dad to come home and take me to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I ended up with 7 stitches and couple black eyes. I'm all healed now and you can barely tell it happened. It could have been so much worse.... I could have been holding Memphis.....The prongs could have hit me.....A few inches to the right and it would have been my eye....God is so good at protecting us from serious damage huh????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-116097059336699193?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/116097059336699193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=116097059336699193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116097059336699193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/116097059336699193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-between-eyes.html' title='Right Between the Eyes'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115881122947125161</id><published>2006-09-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:06:08.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I cannot believe how long it's been since I posted!!!! It's proven hard to keep up two blogs!!! Just know if you can't find me here you can find me at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://healmewithalittlelove.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a liitle love, a little healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't know what to post so I thought a reflection post would be good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was family night last September 16th. Who needs Halloween? LOL. I just look at these three little pumpkins and I cannot believe how lucky I am. They have all grown so much!! God is so good to give us the privliage of children. I know there are days I take this gift for granted, but today is not one of them! Thank you lord for children who truly reflect who you are!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115881122947125161?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115881122947125161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115881122947125161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115881122947125161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115881122947125161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115760219841083750</id><published>2006-09-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:09:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for a Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/faith_notsight_va.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/faith_notsight_va.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Clip art provided by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christart.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.christart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was blogging around and came across this website: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/DandelionSeeds/196587/#c363492"&gt;http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/DandelionSeeds/196587/#c363492&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I am grieved by what this woman is about to go through!! Please stop by and commit to pray for her. I know we don't know her, but most of us are mothers  and can sympathise. Blessings to all tonight, Brenda&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/27844883-115760219841083750?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115760219841083750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115760219841083750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115760219841083750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115760219841083750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/09/praying-for-sister.html' title='Praying for a Sister.'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115722671178218615</id><published>2006-09-02T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:34:15.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just wanted give a few updates. The Girls are in school. Madison, who is in 4th grade, is doing awsome, her first packet were all A's and B's!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way to go Madison!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;She loves her new teacher. (she dances on tables!!) She actually likes school this year...Yaaaaaeeeee!!!!! Kali, heading into first grade, also loves her teacher. Her school work so far has had, "Way to go" stickers on them and she also seems to be loving school now!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way to go Kali!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Memphis has mastered walking!!! Finally!! I am on the move know because his limits have now extended about 6 inches up, because he's figured out how to stand on his tip toes and streeeeetch!!! LOL!! I've recently taken on a 6 month old to watch in the day time, and even though he tries to sit on him, they seem to get along fine. He is saying lots of words!! Here are a few recent ones: Fish(wishy),Hot(oot), Kali (ayi), and baby(beby). I can't figure out if he knows Madison's name yet, but he definanly loves her!!! Jeremy's shop is picking up, being it's fall and people are geting their vehicals ready for winter. He's in the shop a lot. It should slow down come winter (phewwww) I have recently began to ride Jeremy's dirt bike, the second time I rode it I ran into a house LOL, I'm fine just a black eye!! How embarassing. I haven't lost any weight, infact I 've gained. I am going to start again, now that vacations and summer fun is over. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray for me!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want gastric bypass surgery!! I just want to lose it fast, I get discouraged so easy!! Anyway, I am going to do it, or at least die trying!!! *sigh* Anyway. I just wanted to let you all know that I didn't fall off the face of the earth!! Love you all, Brenda&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/27844883-115722671178218615?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115722671178218615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115722671178218615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115722671178218615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115722671178218615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115561741239967552</id><published>2006-08-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:02:20.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey for Memphis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/Img00003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/Img00003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Scare Me&lt;br /&gt;Kali getting diciplined.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy sneezing&lt;br /&gt;Barking Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People That Make Me Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Kali&lt;br /&gt;Madison&lt;br /&gt;Mommy/Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Love&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the kitty&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Hate&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Being hungry&lt;br /&gt;Getting stuff taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Don't Understand&lt;br /&gt;what a light is for&lt;br /&gt;ceiling fans&lt;br /&gt;why everyone laughs when i hide to poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things On My Floor&lt;br /&gt;toy box&lt;br /&gt;lava carpet (it's 70's red)&lt;em&gt;yes!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I'm Doing Right Now&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;dreaming&lt;br /&gt;breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Want To Do Before I Die&lt;br /&gt;touch a ceiling fan&lt;br /&gt;get the kitty to sit still so I can sit on him&lt;br /&gt;drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Ways To Describe My Personality&lt;br /&gt;Fisty&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;all boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Should Listen To&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things You Should Never Listen To&lt;br /&gt;Kali&lt;br /&gt;Madison&lt;br /&gt;and anyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Absolute Favorite Foods&lt;br /&gt;corn&lt;br /&gt;ice cream&lt;br /&gt;french fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I'd Like To Learn&lt;br /&gt;How to ride a dirt bike&lt;br /&gt;how to reach things up high&lt;br /&gt;how to get my sister to let me play in her room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Beverages I Drink Regularly&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;juice&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Shows I Watch&lt;br /&gt;The wiggles&lt;br /&gt;doodlebops&lt;br /&gt;the wiggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115561741239967552?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115561741239967552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115561741239967552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115561741239967552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115561741239967552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/08/survey-for-memphis.html' title='A Survey for Memphis'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115557624867433591</id><published>2006-08-14T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:26:26.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/bluff_O7_New.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/bluff_O7_New.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the banks of the lake looked like. We were right in the middle of the Ozark mountains.  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115557624867433591?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115557624867433591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115557624867433591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115557624867433591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115557624867433591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/08/picture-of-lake.html' title='Picture of Lake'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115557577883796209</id><published>2006-08-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:22:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where, Oh Where have the Stoff......Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/images4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where have I been, you ask??? In Missouri on Vacation. Sorry to say I have no pictures, because on the last day of our vacation, we went to the Kansas City Zoo, and I lost our camcorder and digital camera!!! I am so bummed about it!! Please pray it turns up, because if it does they will send it to us.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that it was soooo awesome!! We stayed in a cabin in the ozarks, beautiful!!! Our days consisted of waking up, eating breakfast, grabbing a kid or two, walking 40 some steps down our backyard to Table Rock Lake, hopping on the Jet Ski, and going, Its a vacation I hope the kids never forget. I know I won't.  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115557577883796209?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115557577883796209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115557577883796209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115557577883796209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115557577883796209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-where-oh-where-have-stoffbeen.html' title='Oh Where, Oh Where have the Stoff......Been?'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115380281216526700</id><published>2006-07-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:05:14.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/Img00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/Img00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some updates for you, since I don't know what else to blog. Kali went to the eye doctor the next morning after the emergency room visit, and she's fine. Just a broken blood vessel. I haven't heard or seen anything on the two boys that were burned. If anyone does know please let me know. Let's see, Madison is continuing to "grow up." I like to tease her that I am the "Mom in this house" as she likes to mother Kali and especially Memphis. (although it sometimes gets her in trouble, because she becomes too Motherly if you know what I mean.) I am really enjoying watching her grow in her relationship with the Lord. It's becoming more real to her now.&lt;br /&gt;Memphis is learning to walk and everything he does is entertaining. We are all coming along fine.  &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115380281216526700?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115380281216526700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115380281216526700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115380281216526700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115380281216526700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115320204884151711</id><published>2006-07-17T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:54:08.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgent Prayer Request!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the emergency room, Kali had somehow got a metal necklace stuck in her eye. She's ok, we go to the eye doctor in the morning. However there are two young men that are not okay. I don't know specific details, as I only heard what the nurses and doctors were saying in the hallway, but I do know that two young boys were playing with some kind of explosive and were burned very badly. We seen them as they were taking them into one of the rooms. They are being flown to Iowa City tonight to the burn unit. I know at least one boy is in critical condition. Please pray for them and there parents. The mom came in and burst into tears. My heart broke as I couldn't imagine being in her place. I think I'll hold Kali a little closer tonight. God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115320204884151711?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115320204884151711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115320204884151711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115320204884151711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115320204884151711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/urgent-prayer-request.html' title='Urgent Prayer Request!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115316296225456629</id><published>2006-07-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:21:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was watching this documentary on these juvenile elephants that were killing these rhinos. (yes I'm a documentary geek) It was called Killer Elephants, and that struck my curiosity. Anyway, the documentary was showing how these male juvenile's were orphans that they brought into this wildlife reserve to have tourist look at, I think.(I'm not sure why they brought them in) So the elephants grow up and begin becoming irate, killing rhinos and even threatening humans. So these guys go out and begin to research why they are killing the rhinos. They find out, first of all the juvenile elephants need adult males to keep them in line and second they researched a baby elephant and his mommy and found out that the babies need their mothers nurturing and touch for a certain amount of time before they can be left all alone. So they brought in these big adult elephants and the juvenile's settled right down. They no longer Kill rhinos.(they were doing it, by the way, as a territory thing)Anyway, I learned two lessons from this documentary. I related it to parenting.&lt;br /&gt;#1. Our kids need discipline, just as these elephant juveniles did. They need guidance and a real example of what a parent (or elephant)should be. (like Christ).&lt;br /&gt;#2. Our kids need our touch and compassion to lead a healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to lead by example and be the mommy I need to be for them. Its so neat how God can use even a documentary on animals to teach us lessons. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115316296225456629?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115316296225456629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115316296225456629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115316296225456629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115316296225456629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/killer-elephants.html' title='Killer Elephants'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115311725989742585</id><published>2006-07-16T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:20:59.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Blog</title><content type='html'>Hi guys I just wanted to let you all know that I started another blog that is more of a ministry blog. Come check it out!!!! It's called  &lt;a href="http://healmewithalittlelove.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Little Love, A Little Healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115311725989742585?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115311725989742585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115311725989742585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115311725989742585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115311725989742585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-blog.html' title='My New Blog'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115293433612841494</id><published>2006-07-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:32:16.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/Img00003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/Img00003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sweet Samson&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115293433612841494?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115293433612841494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115293433612841494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115293433612841494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115293433612841494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-sweet-samson.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115293399365304147</id><published>2006-07-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:26:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/640/Img00008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/73/11058/320/Img00008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy (back from the dead woooeeeeoooo)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115293399365304147?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115293399365304147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115293399365304147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115293399365304147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115293399365304147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/sammy-back-from-dead-woooeeeeoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115276804437420068</id><published>2006-07-12T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:20:44.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tail(he he) of the Cat and the Kitty!</title><content type='html'>First of all sorry it's been so long...It's been a very busy summer.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we get this call on a Friday night from our neighbor across the street and he says that he thinks our cat got ran over. We've had this cat for 3 years and she is our kid's delight. They love her. So I went out on the highway and the poor thing was all smooshed up it's guts were hanging out and eyeballs were popping out, and it stunk really bad. So I picked it up (with a plastic bag of course) and I brought it to the yard and then Jeremy buried it in my garden. We decided to wait until Monday to tell the girls because Madison was coming home and we didn't want to go through it twice. So the next morning(Sunday) I went to the farm where we got Sammy(the cat that got ran over) and I got a little kitty to soften the blow. Kali was so thrilled with him. Then she said the two words we did not want to hear, &lt;em&gt;"Where's Sammy?" &lt;/em&gt;I told her and her little heart just broke *tears*&lt;br /&gt;So that night I was painting signs for the parade and I heard this meow, the kitty was on my shoulder so it wasn't him. Jeremy and Kali were outside doing a bonfire. Memphis was sleeping. So I walk into the living room and I hear it again coming from Madison's room. So at this point I'm thinking the Devil is messing with me trying to make me believe that Sammy is a ghost now. So I crept slowly down the hall, ready to start some serious Demon bashing, and I open Madison's door and out walks Sammy. I was so excited I ran out and told Jeremy and Kali. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Buried the Wrong Cat!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! Is that not the funniest thing. Here's the eerie part though:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Dead Cat looked just like Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sammy disappeared for three days.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was in Madison's room during those three days and she never came out.&lt;br /&gt;4. Why didn't she meow before then.&lt;br /&gt;5. I had a dream the night before that God resurrected her from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we haven't dug up the dead cat to make sure it &lt;em&gt;wasn't &lt;/em&gt;her. So introducing Samson the new addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am going to post picturesof them on the next one because I cannot get them to post on this one!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115276804437420068?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115276804437420068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115276804437420068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115276804437420068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115276804437420068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/07/tailhe-he-of-cat-and-kitty.html' title='The Tail(he he) of the Cat and the Kitty!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115059801103171526</id><published>2006-06-17T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:33:31.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day JER!!!</title><content type='html'>Look Under Happy Birthday for Father's day Posting!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115059801103171526?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115059801103171526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115059801103171526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115059801103171526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115059801103171526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-jer.html' title='Happy Fathers Day JER!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-115022174405102430</id><published>2006-06-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:02:24.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a few birthdays to announce: First to my little boy's future wife(&lt;em&gt;he he&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;a href="http://laundrypile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gemma&lt;/a&gt;: Happy Birthday Sweetie Pie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Gemma.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to my Nephew Shay who is 18!! I am so proud of you. You have overcome so much. You will always be like a son to us. We love you!!!!! Happy Birthday Bud!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I will post a picture later) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last but not least my baby boy. Memphis,&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00001.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Your one. Although I delight in your growth, I mourn your infancy. I wish I could hold you in my arms and hear you coo forever. You are determined to grow though, and as your mommy I guess I must let you. It went too fast. We love you boggie....Happy Birthday. *tears*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-115022174405102430?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/115022174405102430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=115022174405102430' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115022174405102430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/115022174405102430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114973152317073406</id><published>2006-06-07T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T19:30:11.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Day Tribute to My Husband!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jeremy,&lt;br /&gt;Even though your not&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; dad I still wanted to give this tribute to you!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;10 Things I love about my husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He does it God's way.&lt;br /&gt;2. He always apologizes when he gets mad.&lt;br /&gt;3. He loves our 3 children dearly.&lt;br /&gt;4. He puts our family above all else.&lt;br /&gt;5. He sacrifices his own wants for ours.&lt;br /&gt;6. He doesn't change the way he is to impress others.&lt;br /&gt;7. He works everyday to take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;8. He holds me when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;9. He communicates.&lt;br /&gt;10. His sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The Kids have 3 things they Love about you:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/all%20kids%20oct%2013%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/all%20kids%20oct%2013%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You take good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your funny.&lt;br /&gt;3. You like to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;3. You do stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memphis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You let me touch stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. You show me all the cool cars.&lt;br /&gt;3. You let me hang with the guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114973152317073406?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114973152317073406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114973152317073406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114973152317073406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114973152317073406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/06/fathers-day-tribute-to-my-husband.html' title='A Father&apos;s Day Tribute to My Husband!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114972879902314054</id><published>2006-06-07T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:39:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhh the Drama!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is sooooooooo funny!! I was going through my pictures, again and I found these. I was in the kitchen and Kali yelled out "mmmmoooooommmmmmyyyyy" You know the tattle yell. So I grabbed my camera quick and when she walked through the doorway I took a picture. LOL!!! Then she was mad first of all because I took the picture, and second of all because I told her that we don't tattle to get others in trouble...blah blah blah.... Anyway she was pouting so I took another picture. Then I showed them to her. The last one is the picture I took when she came downstairs to tell me how funny that was. I had to post that!!  It's funny how dramatic our girls are. I love em and wouldn't have it any other way though. Who needs TV when you have girls!!!! LOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114972879902314054?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114972879902314054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114972879902314054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114972879902314054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114972879902314054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahhhhhh-drama.html' title='Ahhhhhh the Drama!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114905002571517392</id><published>2006-05-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:33:45.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Baby Boy!!</title><content type='html'>I was going through all my pictures and look at my Baby!! I miss him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Memphis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Memphis.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/222.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/222.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how much he has changed. I miss him being that little. I love him where he is now too, but I miss that little perfect baby. &lt;em&gt;(Can you tell I'm weening him???)  *tears*  &lt;/em&gt;I don't want him to grow up!! &lt;em&gt;*stamps feet*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114905002571517392?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114905002571517392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114905002571517392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114905002571517392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114905002571517392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-my-baby-boy.html' title='I Miss My Baby Boy!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114887338698609484</id><published>2006-05-28T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:29:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two for Togetherness. A meme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 things you compliment your husband on while in his presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1359/1600/NateHeth.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. How he's the best dad in the world and a great husband.&lt;br /&gt;2. How sexy he is when he does his nun-chucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 compliments you make about your spouse to your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is everything a sterotypical man isn't&lt;br /&gt;2. He is my knight in shinning armor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 traits you married him/her for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His heart for God&lt;br /&gt;2. His love for Kali and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 days you cherished the most with your husband being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The night we spent without kids at Cedar Bend, we had a very romantic evening and it felt like it would when were old and grey and all our kids are grown. I could butter his bread the way he likes and wait on him, I felt really close that night.&lt;br /&gt;2.The day Memphis was born I have never seen him so captured by anything like he was with Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 material things you could give your husband if you just inherited a fortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A 19740's Willies&lt;br /&gt;2. The AAR Cuda he inherited from his uncle, with a hemi to put in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 things you would miss the most if she/he left for two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His reassuring smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 thoughts that crossed your mind when you first met/saw your spouse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. The first time we met in summer of (1992 or 93 not sure) oh my gosh he has got to be the hottest guy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. The second time we met I thought he goes to church, then I counted him out because I saw him sleeping in church, but god convicted me of judging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 favorite dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fourth of July in the 90's we made out.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hockey Game we first went to where this drunk guy kept screaming "Who let the Dogs Out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 funny odd things you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His voice impressions&lt;br /&gt;2. His "lets go to bed" look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 places you have lived with your spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. behind the police station&lt;br /&gt;2. Where we live now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 favorite vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;2. Life light 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.notefromthedeskof.blogspot.com"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beefy86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beefy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114887338698609484?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114887338698609484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114887338698609484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114887338698609484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114887338698609484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been Tagged'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114850666333649389</id><published>2006-05-24T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:37:43.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hungry!!!</title><content type='html'>I am going to loose weight!! As I told Jer last night I could afford to lose a kindergartener!!!! So pray for me because today is day one. &lt;a href="http://arethoseallyours.blogspot.com"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt; and I are doing &lt;a href="www.weightwatchers.com"&gt;Weight Watchers&lt;/a&gt; together. I am going to do this!!! I beat smoking, I beat drugs, I beat drinking, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beat this!! *sigh* Pray for me I am soooooooooooo hungry!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114850666333649389?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114850666333649389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114850666333649389' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114850666333649389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114850666333649389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-hungry_24.html' title='I&apos;m Hungry!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114827005630779079</id><published>2006-05-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:54:16.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is finished!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; did it!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finished Madison's room, decorating and all!! Check it out!! I am so glad to be able to decorate them the way they want. At the old house they shared a room, so decorating was impossible. Now they can have it thier own way (like burger King) he he..Kali's room is next....*sigh* :)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114827005630779079?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114827005630779079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114827005630779079' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114827005630779079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114827005630779079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-is-finished.html' title='It is finished!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114800993701062018</id><published>2006-05-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:40:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The House Miracle</title><content type='html'>So I said I'd post the whole house miracle and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Jer and I had been sorta(and I say that literally) looking for a house, and had looked at a couple for fun. Well we were going to seriously start looking in October of 2006. So anyway, we were driving by his Aunt's house one day and he was going on about how awesome it would be to have it (like he always does), and then said I'm gonna call the realtor and just see what she's(his aunt) asking. So we came and looked. Then we dreamed, I dreamed about the garden, and the kitchen(it's huge, I love it), he dreamed about the shop and all the possibilities, the girls dreamed about their own rooms(no more fighting hooray!! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; and Memphis dreamed about eating. LOL. Anyway, so he talked to the bank, the bank was not an option unless we could get the price down a lot because of the interest rate. So he talked about a small business loan, not an option because of the house. Then he talked to his dad to get an idea if his aunt would work with him, and his dad said, and I quote "She won't do you any favors!" So Jer called his cousin (who is in charge of his aunt's estate) and she was excited and started talking to her mom. Well not only did his aunt come down on the price she's selling it to us on contract so we can pay her a lot less interest, and don't have to worry about the closing cost, plus she agreed to let us rent until our house sold. God is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So that's buying the house. Now selling our house:&lt;br /&gt;:We put a for sale by owner sign in the front lawn and 3 days later we sold it for the asking price. God provides and there is no way we can take the credit.&lt;br /&gt;The other neat thing is that it is such a witness to Jer's dad and his brothers, they all know his aunt and even the unbelieving uncle said it's God. Isn't that neat. I just love how God even when he blesses us let's us know it's not about us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114800993701062018?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114800993701062018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114800993701062018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114800993701062018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114800993701062018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/house-miracle.html' title='The House Miracle'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114758127626869017</id><published>2006-05-13T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:31:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I feel like Clark Kent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like Superman(or woman) in disguise??? I do!! :( Life in a blended family is very challenging, and I have to tell you I'm challenged almost everyday. You see I love this little girl as much as I could love any of my children, and because I love her I discipline her. Not harsh or cruelly, but by following the direction of the Lord. (not always, because I'm not perfect, but about 95% of the time) Every now and then I will hear that she has said that I am mean or that she doesn't want to be around me, stuff like that. I'm not exactly sure why I'm told these things, but I am pretty sure it's not for my good. It hurts. So today as I was showering(my bathroom &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my sanctuary) I spoke with the lord, and here is what we came up with: I am like Clark Kent was to Lois Lane, you see He loved her so much that when he was Superman he saved her when ever she was in danger, but then back at the office, he was a nobody, her Superman in disguise. In the same way, I(and not I alone) in this season in life, am saving Madison from becoming a horrible human being, yet I alone am the one she talks about. I do know however that when the time is right she will come to find out that as a child growing up, I have been her Superman in disguise. I have to keep dying to my selfish want to not teach her, I have to take the risk of not being liked, but I am willing. I know that she will become a respected young woman who will have a life wholly devoted to the Lord, that she will know who she is in Christ, that she will be a daughter of the king, and I know that in all this current trouble, SHE will have life and will be a light in this world. I have to remind myself that after all is said and done as she reflects on her life,  she will know that the Superman in me is her Superman in Christ. Happy Mother's Day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114758127626869017?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114758127626869017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114758127626869017' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114758127626869017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114758127626869017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-feel-like-clark-kent.html' title='Today I feel like Clark Kent'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114739736487181919</id><published>2006-05-11T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:29:24.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie's Baby</title><content type='html'>I got a call this morning and Melanie Had a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *claps* I haven't seen her yet, but hopefully tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114739736487181919?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114739736487181919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114739736487181919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114739736487181919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114739736487181919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/melanies-baby.html' title='Melanie&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27844883.post-114723141215300577</id><published>2006-05-09T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:36:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full blown!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;As most of you know we've moved a couple of months ago and we love it here. The kids have tons of room it's pretty close to being in the country without the gravel. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's a Jer thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The kids seem to be happy and content except the fact that I still haven't finished Madison's Room (It's been a month, poor girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/Img00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/320/Img00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL!!!! I need to finish her room!!!!!!! I'll post the finished project. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeremy is opening his detail shop so if you need your car detailed he does it cheap!!!! Anyway hes really busy so time is cramped with him. Pray for him to sleep. He's on third shift now. There is a lot going on, but I'm thankful for the blessing that has been given to us. I'll explain the house miracle in my next writing it's awesome!! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27844883-114723141215300577?l=mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/feeds/114723141215300577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27844883&amp;postID=114723141215300577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114723141215300577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27844883/posts/default/114723141215300577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybathroomismysanctuary.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-full-blown.html' title='Life is full blown!!!!'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11979285336087977742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4086/2939/1600/jesuswep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
