<?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-3530815439928715668</id><updated>2011-07-24T19:19:10.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delights and Dilemmas</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is full of 'em and isn't that what it's all about?    Finding delights and dealing with dilemmas.  A good mix makes for strength and happiness or so one hopes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8681211998216650985</id><published>2011-07-24T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:19:10.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping off the side</title><content type='html'>I've been on break far too long.  I've decided to give this thing another go.  Not much tonight.  Just brought everyone out from the frigid arctic that was my header.  We'll see if I can get things more consistent this time around.  Things are happening.  Life is being lived.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8681211998216650985?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8681211998216650985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8681211998216650985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8681211998216650985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8681211998216650985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2011/07/jumping-off-side.html' title='Jumping off the side'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-863597901422492950</id><published>2010-03-11T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:18:22.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thanks I give to thee dear Lord. &lt;br /&gt;My thanks I give to thee.&lt;br /&gt;With a grateful heart I sing merrily&lt;br /&gt;for the things you've  given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time to clean.  Yes, time to clean--and energy to use it wisely!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgiveness.  Even when I fall off the same slow horse time after time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching me to stay.  And learn.  And grow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tthe sheer wonderfulness of "the law" as he emptied the dishwasher while I was at work yesterday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The same sheer and UTTERLY wonderfulness of "the law" as he whisked both kids away last evening for 2 hours.  Peace, and time to make soup, and not wait on someone.  It was heavenly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite first born son and the willingness to pitch in tonight and clean the kitchen after dinner.  (Another full dishwasher and sea of dishes in the sink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I am ahead in hours this week without trying to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The realization that I can't do this weight thing alone and the ability to ask for help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music.  The lifting, the push, the calming.  Such a powerful thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perennial friends.  The ones you give me for the long haul in life.  Not soon fading.  Always whispering in like a breeze when I need to feel Your wind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for your abundance.  Help me to always appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-863597901422492950?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/863597901422492950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=863597901422492950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/863597901422492950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/863597901422492950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday_11.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5069013781668405270</id><published>2010-03-04T14:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:23:54.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>While I wish I wasn't rushing time I am.  Today is Thursday which means there is only one more day until Friday!  I LIVE for weekends.  Hmmm, I wonder if that is why I'm so thankful on Thursdays!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that putting air in my tires made my van stop feeling so wobbly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I have two play dates tomorrow!  Well not exactly play dates I guess but time to spend with friends.  Oh and did I mention they both involve food and friends and ME not cooking?  Joy of joys!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I got up the nerve to call the hair salon and make an appointment and GET one for this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the sunshine and promise of above 50 degree weather this weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the pep talk from a dear sweet friend who knows how much I struggle with the stinky stanky addiction to food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the reprimand from another dear soul who made it a point to let me know they didn't appreciate me knocking myself down.  Though you nearly brought me to tears you were right.  I will never achieve what I want if I keep being so negative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that the stomach bug I THOUGHT I was getting turned out to be NOT the dreaded stomach bug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that though the dishwasher is full of clean dishes and the sink full of dirty dishes, the law DID get the future pilot out for new shoes.  Now if he would just impress me and resolve the dish issue.  :-P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that everyone survived my family room reorg.  Now if I could just get happy about it.  LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for my favorite first born son has a girlfriend in his life again.  One that loves God and seems to be keeping him grounded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for carrying out your plan in my life and helping me to grow more and more accepting that it's you, not I, who is in charge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5069013781668405270?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5069013781668405270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5069013781668405270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5069013781668405270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5069013781668405270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-150620735292885106</id><published>2010-02-25T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:47:43.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Feeling tired but happy.  And thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For NO snow!  We were possibly going to get five inches last night.  I'm ready for Spring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have all my hours made up at work so don't have to take leave for the time I was snowbound.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For friends who let me bend their ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For work that fulfills me and pushes me to learn more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a team that lets me bug them with all my little questions and doesn't run when they see me coming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a team that pitches in and strives to do the right thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the playroom is almost ship shape and looking better than I have ever seen it--before and after coming soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the law has given me permission to rearrange the family room.  I'm so excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the kids have been extremely kind and wonderful this evening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That a three day weekend is fast approaching and I get to enjoy it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for giving me so much to be thankful for.  Thank you for keeping me upright and nudging me back when the train gets derailed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-150620735292885106?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/150620735292885106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=150620735292885106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/150620735292885106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/150620735292885106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday_25.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3846965829507558899</id><published>2010-02-19T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:01:26.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider the lilies...</title><content type='html'>I was catching up on some blogs the other night and ran across site on one of them that really left me irked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.postrapturepets.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe I'm even giving it a shout.  I'm sorry.  This just seems wrong to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3846965829507558899?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3846965829507558899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3846965829507558899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3846965829507558899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3846965829507558899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/02/consider-lilies.html' title='Consider the lilies...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-718958435886102195</id><published>2010-02-18T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:26:25.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty busy week around here.  Scrambling to get the house in order after a house full of people.  Tell me, how is it a house just goes to pieces when the kids are home from school for a while?  I'll tell you what.  I feel for you homeschoolers.  I don't know that my house could outlast my kids were they home all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed though.  And I am here to tell you so!  Not in a bragging sort of way though.  To God be the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankfully blessed in being able to get in all of my hours at work this week--even with a few shorter than expected days.  Only 12 hours to go to make up for the snow!  Woot Woot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I completed my performance evaluation.  I dread that every year.  I beg to be a pauper rather than have to think of things to say about myself.  Just weirds me out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for friends who care enough about me to fuss when they think I should make appointments with people I'd rather not make appointments with.  Alex, I will, before the end of 2009 I WILL listen to you.  I will. I'd promise but I kid you not, I heard on my bible podcast that God tells us just to say, "I will. Not promise or swear or anything."  (That could get me out of SOOOOO many commitments don'tcha think?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that, save a few flakes here and there, we did not get more dumps of snow.  I'm pretty ready for it to turn my lawn back to it's well nourished green.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I'm getting the hang of things at work and still loving it.  EVERY SINGLE DAY I'm thankful for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that my car is still holding up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for smarty pants friends who convince me that my car will hold up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that my favorite little girl is getting an opportunity to learn self-defense in school.  She's having a great time too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that my mood is perking up and that currently I'm not having great feelings of being overwhelmed.  (Praying hard that those feelings will stay)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least so very thankful for the future pilot.  My baby.  Who really isn't a baby but will always be MY baby.  He was born just five short years ago today and, though I was scared as heck to find out I was carrying him, I could not imagine a world with out the delight he has given me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thank you Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You give so much to please us.&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful Father&lt;br /&gt;Giving as no other.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;for everything that You touch.&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me&lt;br /&gt;So much pleasure to see.&lt;br /&gt;May I never stop gazing&lt;br /&gt;On Your love. So amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-718958435886102195?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/718958435886102195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=718958435886102195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/718958435886102195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/718958435886102195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday_18.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7344855131863728863</id><published>2010-02-11T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:31:24.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well the winds are calm for now and I'm enjoying the solitude and freedom from keeping water boiled and ready.  It's been an interesting week.  God has been good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Thank you God that my family has survived snow storm after snow storm with no incidents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God for keeping our electric on so we would have heat and amenities by which we have been so spoiled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God that my company has given us a generous amount of time in which to repay the leave we've had to use due to the weather.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God that "the law" has been kept safe while on duty. (Please keep him safe and awake as he works another unexpected 12 hour shift tonight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God that my kids have gotten along extremely well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God that I have a day without snow so I may get my hubby his well-deserved Carvel ice cream cake--for his birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God thank you for bringing my son home safe today so he could help shovel out the drive so we'll be well prepared to get in and out to work and such.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God for a wonderful brother who has worked tirelessly to shovel everyone out and somehow still find time to play with our lonely dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God for family close by so we can run back and forth between homes when we need an egg or butter, or hand soap with shea for tiny cracked fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you God that I am making good use of my time.  Not gorging on food but cleaning and sorting and throwing and giving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thank you God for the many blessings you have given me.  I do not take any of them lightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7344855131863728863?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7344855131863728863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7344855131863728863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7344855131863728863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7344855131863728863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3851791528092804429</id><published>2010-02-08T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T05:43:00.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daughter:  The Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"Behold the Heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ejregp0I/AAAAAAAABdM/9Ysi_HDw1xA/s1600-h/DSCN2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ejregp0I/AAAAAAAABdM/9Ysi_HDw1xA/s400/DSCN2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435315398597715778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Behold the 2 Shaded Hearts"&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ejdW9qsI/AAAAAAAABdE/EOIzV4PChpY/s1600-h/DSCN2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ejdW9qsI/AAAAAAAABdE/EOIzV4PChpY/s400/DSCN2055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435315394807966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Behold the Three Hearts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4koGnMI/AAAAAAAABcs/e2MjhfpnBtc/s1600-h/DSCN2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4koGnMI/AAAAAAAABcs/e2MjhfpnBtc/s400/DSCN2056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435312459001273538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"China"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4qN34mI/AAAAAAAABck/TDNXv1RECGE/s1600-h/DSCN2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4qN34mI/AAAAAAAABck/TDNXv1RECGE/s400/DSCN2057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435312460501869154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Steaming Cup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4SaHIoI/AAAAAAAABcc/GAZ1gUosnuM/s1600-h/DSCN2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4SaHIoI/AAAAAAAABcc/GAZ1gUosnuM/s400/DSCN2058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435312454110749314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Steamy Cup--Close-up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4KUSFwI/AAAAAAAABcU/6CljvBWQKEo/s1600-h/DSCN2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24b4KUSFwI/AAAAAAAABcU/6CljvBWQKEo/s400/DSCN2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435312451938817794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to go places.  I just know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3851791528092804429?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3851791528092804429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3851791528092804429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3851791528092804429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3851791528092804429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-daughter-artist.html' title='My Daughter:  The Artist'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ejregp0I/AAAAAAAABdM/9Ysi_HDw1xA/s72-c/DSCN2053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1337915984456593771</id><published>2010-02-06T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:43:42.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am!...</title><content type='html'>in case you were wondering.  :)  My wonderful husband, the law, gave me an external keyboard for my birthday.  Woohoo.  I am connected again.  My computer is still acting a bit quirky and some of my apps are exhibiting signs of chokedness.  My new word--look for it in Webster soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a big dump of snow today.  It was awesome.  I snuck out and got a few pictures after it actually STOPPED snowing.  I think I may need to invest in snowshoes.  Those drifts are gargantuan.  Here are a few to prove it actually did happen on my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off the front porch and couldn't find the stairs.  I thought it would be nice to walk out and get a picture of the front of the house.  I fell down a few times because it was so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZETW6dEI/AAAAAAAABbs/nviNSHOsDh4/s1600-h/DSCN2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZETW6dEI/AAAAAAAABbs/nviNSHOsDh4/s400/DSCN2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435309361989317698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The future pilot was just light enough to be able to stay close to the surface.  It gave him a great advantage in lobbing his snow balls at unsuspecting souls--me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZEYli9mI/AAAAAAAABb0/fJKfhiFmSsY/s1600-h/DSCN2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZEYli9mI/AAAAAAAABb0/fJKfhiFmSsY/s400/DSCN2032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435309363392869986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The law was hard at work while we played.  Shoveling. Shoveling. Shoveling.  I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZEyDUx9I/AAAAAAAABcE/x6DtnWuBcuk/s1600-h/DSCN2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZEyDUx9I/AAAAAAAABcE/x6DtnWuBcuk/s400/DSCN2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435309370228656082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The snow has given ole Hank the means to escape.  We are hoping he doesn't figure out that he could simply walk over the fence now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZFGffGEI/AAAAAAAABcM/PrQFr7Cml1I/s1600-h/DSCN2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZFGffGEI/AAAAAAAABcM/PrQFr7Cml1I/s400/DSCN2043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435309375715481666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned to this channel.  I've promised the kids we'd build an igloo tomorrow.  They are probably not going to let me off the hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1337915984456593771?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1337915984456593771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1337915984456593771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1337915984456593771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1337915984456593771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am!...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S24ZETW6dEI/AAAAAAAABbs/nviNSHOsDh4/s72-c/DSCN2027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1671969538555278771</id><published>2010-01-28T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:29:47.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!! For some reason a vision of Jack Nicholson just flashed in front of me. I dunno why but that scene in The Shining where he popped out announcing he was there just creeped me out. I've really never been a fan since then.  Anyway I am happy to be back. I feel a bit crippled technically speaking because I am trying out this post by way of my phone. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful for my friend Alex who cheers me on and gave me the suggestion of posting mobile. You can bet I'll be asking him more questions tomorrow about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  For my good friend Annemarie who encourages me along my weightloss journey. Who makes me stay focused and positive when I feel like my steps are small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  For my hubby who called from work in a good mood tonight and even laughed at a few of my jokes. Hugs to you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thankful for my mama who remembers to remind me about the future pilot's show and tell day so I can help him find something for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  That I was somehow so enthralled in work this week that I am ahead of schedule on my hours. Woot!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Thankful for a CD player in the office so I can rock out to some of my favorites. (Just promise me you wont tell anyone I rocked out to the Bee Gees Love Songs four times in a row please--note to self 'update CD collection')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  For Trader Joe's mango cream bars. They are delicious and only one point if you follow Weight Watchers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  For quiet time with God's. I'm really enjoying the daily audio bible podcast. Every day I am left anticipating the next reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  That I waited out that whole Toyota minivan thing. I still think they make a great car but this should give then some time to figure things out before I make my purchase. My 2002 Toyota is chugging along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  For kids. My own. Yours. All of them.  They just are such precious gifts--not to mention our future. Have you hugged one today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1671969538555278771?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1671969538555278771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1671969538555278771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1671969538555278771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1671969538555278771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-thursday_28.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6452192495517090561</id><published>2010-01-20T16:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:51:56.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o be coninued</title><content type='html'>Curren m compuer is dring ou.  If ou can' read his I wi inerprae aer.  For now bogging wi be sporadic.  I apoogize. ou see m favorie ie gir in he word spied waer on m apop and now i wi power up bu some of he ees are si no maing he connecion so o spea.  So on a hiaus we go.  Because pushing from m emai o m bog is no m idea of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my computer is drying out. If you can't read this I will &lt;br /&gt;interpret. For now blogging will be sporadic. I apologize. You see my &lt;br /&gt;favorite little girl spilled water on my laptop and now it will power &lt;br /&gt;up but some of the keys are still not making the connection so to &lt;br /&gt;speak. So on a hiatus we go. Because pushing from my e-mail to my blog &lt;br /&gt;is not my idea of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6452192495517090561?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6452192495517090561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6452192495517090561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6452192495517090561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6452192495517090561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-be-coninued.html' title='o be coninued'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8148971222343318249</id><published>2010-01-14T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:05:57.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe the amount of comments I moderated today!  It was a record for me!  Seven!  It's funny how things like that seem to happen just when I start thinking no one is reading and I should stop blogging.  I know I've been sporadic in my postings but I just can't post when I don't feel like it.  (Makes me meaner than a snake-SSSSS!)  Not really but well, stress isn't good.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.  Back to the topic.  Reasons I am thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"the law" took my fave lil girl out shopping for a new coat.  (She managed to break the zippers on the coat I bought her just this season (two layers, mind you, = TWO broken zippers))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"the law" is taking also grabbing a bite to eat with her.  Thank you Jesus that I do not have to a)figure out what he wants to eat b)fix his meal and c)pray he tolerates it and d)clean up after anyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that due to 1 and 2 I will not have to break up any Wii fights tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I get to bask in the peacefulness of a tranquil home after have one of those days where I wanted to call and say I was never coming home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that my mortgage can be paid over the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I was able to avoid bagels in my morning staff meeting this morning even though this "precious" co-worker felt the need to continually nudge me ALL during the meeting with the other half of his double chocolate chip bagel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; that because I was able to avoid the bagels and my spinach salad didn't taste as good on day 2 that I had extra points for dinner--and that eating a Trader Joe's Mussaman Curry Chicken frozen meal that I had calculated to be 8 points left me full and scared that maybe I miscalculated.  (It tasted too good for 8 points but really was.  I checked.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that we are getting some warmer weather tomorrow (mental note to self-sneak out and enjoy it before it dips again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I may get to bed on time tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for the i-Touch "the law" gave me for Christmas.  Funny how I was blessed with two of the three things I had listed as "wants" I wasn't going to cave into.  And funny how I'm really thankful now that I did not buy the "new" Sienna since they are changing the body style and features for the 2011 model.  More time to think and a sweeter pot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thank you Jesus for providing for me.  For giving me a way to get closer to you.  I thank you for being in control even when I think I'm in the driver's seat.  Thank you for your mercy and goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8148971222343318249?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8148971222343318249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8148971222343318249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8148971222343318249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8148971222343318249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-thursday_14.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7881636213573213527</id><published>2010-01-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:10:00.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Update</title><content type='html'>"There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work, learning from failure." --Colin Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation has always been one of my hardest tasks when dieting.  It goes without saying that trying to shave off a good chunk of your physical being is going to be work.  I'm still working on learning from failure.  I can't exactly say what has happened in the past to cause me to give up the fight to lose the weight.  Each time I've given up I had been losing.  It's odd.  I just gave up.  I'm striving to stay focused and positive this time around.  Learning that preparation is key and this isn't going to be a cake walk.  Quite literally.  (More like a celery stalk--heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week one ended yesterday.  The results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Weight to lose before I reach my goal  - &lt;s&gt;38.8&lt;/s&gt; 34 pounds&lt;br /&gt;2.  This week's mini health goal - take my vitamins every day  - CHECK (6/7 days was pretty good I think)&lt;br /&gt;3.  This week's spiritual health commitment - begin daily audio bible podcast - CHECK...loving it!&lt;br /&gt;4.  This week's mini mental health commitment - encouraging letters to 2 individuals  - Hmm.  room for improvement.  No letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Weight to lose before I reach my goal - 34 pounds&lt;br /&gt;2. Mini health goal - 3 30 minute workouts&lt;br /&gt;3. This week's spiritual health commitment - continue podcast&lt;br /&gt;4. Mini mental health commitment - work on removing negative comments about my weight to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7881636213573213527?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7881636213573213527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7881636213573213527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7881636213573213527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7881636213573213527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/fitness-update.html' title='Fitness Update'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5102366219394195948</id><published>2010-01-12T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:07:26.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthcare "Reform"?</title><content type='html'>We got our new insurance cards for 2010.  Undoubtedly the premiums went up--I haven't yet seen a year when they don't.  I'd ask my hubby but he's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already don't go to the doctors unless I feel like I'm dying.  I don't abuse health care.  I take the kids when they are sick or need shots.  If they don't need shots I usually don't take them in for an annual physical.  I just have never seen a need for a weight/height check when I can do that myself.  I DO buy their clothes after all.  I can tell if they are growing.  They tell me if they don't feel well if I don't notice it with my supersonic mother abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.  What has me peeved is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S00YkzAsRwI/AAAAAAAABbc/fXzb8Iaw1hU/s1600-h/DSCN1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S00YkzAsRwI/AAAAAAAABbc/fXzb8Iaw1hU/s400/DSCN1997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426020146498782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you read that?  I'll give you the breakdown.  A visit to our primary care physician used to cost 15.00.  Now? 30.  That is double what it was before.  A specialist used to be 20.00.  Now? 35.  The most disturbing was a visit to a hospital ER.  Though I try to make those visits rare they have happened.  The cost WAS 50.00 and now?  150 dollars!!!  Really.  That is triple what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have children who don't sit on the couch all day you know the likelihood of at least one visit to the ER is in your future--not claiming that God.  Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a solution though.  (I learned it on TV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S00cKBgwA-I/AAAAAAAABbk/Gtxq-MuhGL8/s1600-h/bubblewrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S00cKBgwA-I/AAAAAAAABbk/Gtxq-MuhGL8/s400/bubblewrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426024084581385186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, it's on sale right now too!  Just .99 cents more than a visit to the doctor's--and if you order online you don't have to wait in line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5102366219394195948?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5102366219394195948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5102366219394195948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5102366219394195948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5102366219394195948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/healthcare-reform.html' title='Healthcare &quot;Reform&quot;?'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/S00YkzAsRwI/AAAAAAAABbc/fXzb8Iaw1hU/s72-c/DSCN1997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8971267928065317987</id><published>2010-01-07T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:07:59.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we've almost finished up our first week of the new year.  It is just zipping by.  I almost forgot to post because I'm getting my days all mixed up.  Nonetheless, THANKFUL.  As Louise L. Hay once said (in one of the best ways)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I find that the more willing I am to be grateful for the small things in life, the bigger stuff just seems to show up from unexpected sources, and I am constantly looking forward to each day with all the surprises that keep coming my way!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THANKFUL!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For podcasts.  Especially the Daily Audio Bible.  I hope it counts as reading the word because I'm getting a lot out of it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For self control, especially when office-mates try to peddle their delectable high calorie goods my way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a car that starts even when it's quite chilly out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a daughter who loves to cook--and Paula Deen for publishing "My First Cookbook".  It's been a true gift to our family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That "the law" is home tonight so I may have help with bedding down the kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the upcoming weekend and a completely free Saturday with nothing on the agenda to rouse me from sleep until I am good and ready.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For work that continues to challenge my brain and build my self-esteem as I learn to step out in faith.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For humility to ask questions when I'm afraid to step out at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a wonderful family that touches me in many different ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my sister and her family got to see a huge snow storm in England this week!  Though I am sort of jealous that she has energy to go and build snowmen with her boys at 130am HER time.  (Still...GLAD for their winter wonderland)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8971267928065317987?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8971267928065317987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8971267928065317987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8971267928065317987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8971267928065317987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7375265038404939890</id><published>2010-01-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:26:52.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The winners in life think constantly in terms of I can, I will, and I am. Losers, on the other hand, concentrate their waking thoughts on what they should have or would have done, or what they can't do."  --Dennis Waitley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my problem.  I spent more time last year concentrating on the shoulda woulda couldn'ts.  Well folks this is a new year and since I gained an additional fresh seven pounds while I was overindulging on my holiday, the meatball stops here.  Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Warning**&lt;br /&gt;One day a week you will be subjected to my updates.  Why?  Because this is my blog and I need to blab about it someplace and I don't need anymore paper in my house.  Besides lack of handwriting has forced me into instant writer's cramp when I pick up writing utensils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far too vain to step out and give a starting weight but I do have a goal and I do plan to lose and I do plan to actively participate in this weigh-down regimine.  For real this time.  Feel free to encourage me--not that you could give an honest observation that my face seems thinner or my jeans aren't making my butt look as big but hey, I'm fine with a few lies.  Sometimes that's all I need to get me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Warning**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am going to do it.  I can. I will. I am.  I can. I will. I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Weight to lose before I reach my goal  - 38.8 pounds&lt;br /&gt;2.  This week's mini health goal - take my vitamins every day&lt;br /&gt;3.  This week's spirtual health commitment - begin daily audio bible podcast&lt;br /&gt;4.  This week's mini mental health commitment - encouraging letters to 2 individuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'll excuse me I have some Wii Fit Plus to kick butt in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7375265038404939890?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7375265038404939890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7375265038404939890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7375265038404939890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7375265038404939890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2010/01/winners-in-life-think-constantly-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2022768563944986937</id><published>2009-12-31T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:22:26.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday - End of 2009</title><content type='html'>Wow, the end of 2009 already. I can scarcely believe it.  Some days I've tiptoed through and through other's I've frolicked and skipped.  There is much to look forward to in 2010.  I just know it.  I have hope.  So here is my thankful list in review...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that overall the scale DID register a lower weight in 2009 than at the end of 2008.  (Thankful that I'm hopeful I can budge it much lower in 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I am stepping out and building friendships--something that used to leave me feeling bruised and scared.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I did not buy a new van in 2009.  Seriously!!!  The 2011 model is way hot!!!!  I can wait.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that my family has been relatively healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that I have been able to find joy in things on a smaller scale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for a new job that has given me room to grow and relief from a lot of strife.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that everyone of my children have told me at least 10 times how much they love their lives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that my family has never had to experience the pit of hunger.  That God has given us a bounty overflowing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the roof over our head's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful that God is bigger that I could ever dream to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Happy New Year's to you all.  May you enjoy a year fully of rich blessings, extreme health, and joyous surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2022768563944986937?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2022768563944986937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2022768563944986937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2022768563944986937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2022768563944986937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-thursday-end-of-2009.html' title='Thankful Thursday - End of 2009'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6710480817487839655</id><published>2009-12-26T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:45:43.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In Review - Part 1  (and 2)</title><content type='html'>I have a big family and we all live relatively close.  As in most of us in the same state.  So does "the law".  So we have multiple Christmases.  I love it.  My family was supposed to get together last Saturday but we had the biggest snowstorm we've seen in years so not everyone was able to make it--those that live in England and those that could not walk to my house that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big sis made the decision to come in a night earlier.  She and her family ended up driving in snow anyway but got to my house safely just in time for everyone to tuck themselves neatly into bed.  On Saturday we began cooking because my little brother and his family, at that point, were still coming so there were mouths to feed.  Half hour before dinner was to begin he called to say the snow was just too bad.  We totally understood.  He's the father of a precious little girl and babies A and B.  No way we want him risking any lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a meal prepared so we went ahead with a partial opening of gifts and then sprawled out on couches to chat and rest.  It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday little bro and his family came over as well as my niece and her hubby.  More feasting and present opening ensued and my energetic nieces and my brothers shuffled the kids outside for a girls against boys snowball fight.  Ah.  THAT was a very nice thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked a lot, ate a lot and visited a lot.  The thing that sticks out most is that I had a very nice relaxed visit with my big sister and her family.  It seems that most times when I see her it's in a rush.  This was the first time in many years when one of us hasn't been rushing off to get some place else by a certain time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is what a good snowstorm is for.  One of those events God created to force us to slow down.  Oh, I'm sure there were others that were inconvenienced by the snow event.  We certainly had to alter our plans.  But the benefits, in my opinion, far outweighed trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6710480817487839655?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6710480817487839655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6710480817487839655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6710480817487839655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6710480817487839655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-review-part-1-and-2.html' title='Christmas In Review - Part 1  (and 2)'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2762571976053797553</id><published>2009-12-24T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:09:33.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Ah, Christmas Eve so exciting.  Settled in for the night after enjoying a beautiful Candlelight Service.  I would love to be further snuggled in my bed but my husband has decided to set it up as his wrapping station.  Man o man he has GOT to get his priorities straight--and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless still MUCH to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joy in giving.  I can truly say that I had fun doing it this year.  There was no grumbling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For this!!! By way of my big sister who spoils me rotten!  Let the baking begin!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SzQsN3g4xRI/AAAAAAAABbU/ULSXCpRa8KI/s1600-h/5154K6EYYAL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SzQsN3g4xRI/AAAAAAAABbU/ULSXCpRa8KI/s400/5154K6EYYAL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419004868385359122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For peace.  Being experienced right now in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Convenience food that saves me so many times.  Like when all I can think of is shopping lists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Successful hip surgery for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the rain held off for tonight's service.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Company.  It gives me the feeling that my house is useful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kids, who make Christmas morning so joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2762571976053797553?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2762571976053797553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2762571976053797553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2762571976053797553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2762571976053797553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-thursday_24.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SzQsN3g4xRI/AAAAAAAABbU/ULSXCpRa8KI/s72-c/5154K6EYYAL._AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4729866556245399881</id><published>2009-12-17T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:44:45.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Oh the countdown is far from started and things are falling into place.  I know I will awake on January 2nd and wonder, "Where did the holidays go?"  No matter.  They'll be back again before I can blink.  On with my thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A girls' night out with my sweet lil lady.  (Library and dinner--just us!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sweet gift of a free appetizer which brought our dinner bill to a mere TEN dollars!--Thank you very much Cody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For several fresh movies FREE from the public library.  Ones I have NOT yet viewed.  (Could come in real handy as they are calling for snow once again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cushy sneakers.  Vanity trapped my bunion-ized feet in heeled black boots most of the week.  How refreshing to switch over to mile-a-minute sneakers with a soft soft landing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ready-made fancy cookies--very handy when you remember the morning of that you are supposed to provide a plate of them for THAT day and you can't possibly be at work AND at home to bake them at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great teachers.  May they reap their just rewards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitchen passes--if you've been following me you know how I stress over dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plenty.  No matter what you name I'll say I have it.  I can not think of one single thing I don't have that I absolutely NEED right now.  (Wants don't count)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great friends.  Oh how different each are and oh how God places one after the other in my life at the time I need that particular friend the most.  (Stay tuned for the post where I talk about the friend who thanked me for being me.  ME!  JUST ME!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For air cold enough to warrant mittens this morning thus cushioning a worse outcome of a smashed finger in the car door.  It was green most of the day, now a bit purple.  VERY THANKFUL that I was able to open the locked door before it fully closed!  Yoweeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So thank you God for saving me&lt;br /&gt;and letting me live so happily.&lt;br /&gt;You sent your son to a dark dark world&lt;br /&gt;and in doing so saved this old girl.&lt;br /&gt;(and many others too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4729866556245399881?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4729866556245399881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4729866556245399881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4729866556245399881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4729866556245399881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-thursday_17.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8668593199750243480</id><published>2009-12-16T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:57:49.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Bleak Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SymP0jfNvaI/AAAAAAAABbM/8Fkpxx4uxvk/s1600-h/2009-12-12_15.51.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SymP0jfNvaI/AAAAAAAABbM/8Fkpxx4uxvk/s400/2009-12-12_15.51.55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416018159931866530" 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/3530815439928715668-8668593199750243480?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8668593199750243480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8668593199750243480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8668593199750243480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8668593199750243480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday-bleak-bliss.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Bleak Bliss'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SymP0jfNvaI/AAAAAAAABbM/8Fkpxx4uxvk/s72-c/2009-12-12_15.51.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3345657131028954689</id><published>2009-12-15T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:35:04.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is simple, its just not easy.  ~Author Unknown</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of those days where the minute I walked in the house it seemed that utter chaos was reeking havoc on my calm.  I'm not sure why.  I wasn't stressed when I got home.  I had run two rather quick (total of less that 15 minutes) errands.  One being the Post Office--I was the ONLY one in line.  See what I mean?  No reason for stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the "family" had different ideas.  "She looked at me." "I did not." "I can't do my homework--you need to help me."  "What's for dinner, I'm hungry?" "Is that pizza any good?" "6 minus zero is 5."   ??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am currently in time out.  Why?  Because I'm tired of looking like the ogre in this house.  I can't take it anymore.  I can NOT do it all.  Can you?  If you can tell me how.  We are friends right?  You aren't reading just to humor me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I feel guilty as sin right now I am holed up in the bedroom.  I have a few Christmas cards longing for a handwritten note to be tucked inside.  (If your's isn't one of them it isn't because I love you less honest.  It's because we FB or actually communicate in person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I am going to finish these cards and affix stamps to them.  I'm going to go to the bathroom (can't do that now because if they hear the toilet flush they will determine my location and my peace will be lost--I sure hope my bladder forgives me).  I am going to find some comforting music and get back into the mood that my family deserves from me no matter how I feel.  Why?  Because that is what is expected of me.  By my Savior.  He provides for me AND my family even when I am a big fat meanie.  So I need to do my best to walk in that light.  Can I get an amen?  Or at least a hoorah!?  Because if there was any time I needed you cheering me in my corner it's right now.  I'd do it for you if you asked I promise you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, I have cards to write.  And a costume to finish, and cookies to bake, and ... and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3345657131028954689?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3345657131028954689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3345657131028954689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3345657131028954689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3345657131028954689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-simple-its-just-not-easy-author.html' title='Life is simple, its just not easy.  ~Author Unknown'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5859363141482998641</id><published>2009-12-10T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:35:37.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>The work week is rolling to a close and I'm tired.  Doesn't matter though because I have lots of stuff to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beautiful snow we had over the weekend.  It was lovely and entertained the kids so nicely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A job that has a nice variety of tasks.  I love doing different things.  It keeps the boredom at bay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Convenience food.  Although I do feel a bit guilty that I haven't cooked too many meals this week.  Late days will do that to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduced gas prices!  10 cents cheaper than last week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter coats to shield my family from the cold.  I had a long walk to my car today and had removed my jacket once there.  When I had to step outside to pump gas a bit later I realized just how cccccc-old it is out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Generous children.  It's been so neat to watch them get excited about getting their siblings Christmas presents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.  Have I said that before?  Seems I have.  I crave it.  Sooo thankful for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cordless phones.  Especially when you have to make a call and are sitting snuggly under a warm computer and would rather have it BROUGHT to you.  No comments about my laziness please-I'm already feeling guilty enough about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patience.  Something I was able to practice on Monday when the future pilot shut down on me without warning and could not be consoled.  I got on my haunches to get eye level and he leaned into me and I fell over.  Right. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Christian Bookstore.  Oh if that wasn't a sight.  We went to the car and I played 40 questions in askance for the reason for his mood, with ever answer being, 'no' until I asked, "Do you want me to sit in that seat next to you and hold you?" To which he replied with a nod.  30 minutes later he was ready to move on.  Thank you Jesus ever so much for slowing me down when I'm in the rush of things.  Especially since I know the snuggles of my growing future pilot are numbered.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That "the Law" is NOT working eve shift this weekend.  Hallelujah praise you God.  Some normalcy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thank you God for another winner of a week.  I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5859363141482998641?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5859363141482998641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5859363141482998641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5859363141482998641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5859363141482998641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2693471925288347841</id><published>2009-12-09T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:00:04.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordles Wednesday - I Finally Spilled The Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrtx3Cn5_I/AAAAAAAABaM/k216d7O3SOs/s1600-h/DSCN1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrtx3Cn5_I/AAAAAAAABaM/k216d7O3SOs/s400/DSCN1800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411899343083399154" 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/3530815439928715668-2693471925288347841?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2693471925288347841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2693471925288347841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2693471925288347841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2693471925288347841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordles-wednesday-i-finally-spilled.html' title='Wordles Wednesday - I Finally Spilled The Beans'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrtx3Cn5_I/AAAAAAAABaM/k216d7O3SOs/s72-c/DSCN1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6711477644915413367</id><published>2009-12-07T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:51:03.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights!</title><content type='html'>Armed with things we really like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tFUpasnI/AAAAAAAABaU/1tPam_aWYN8/s1600-h/DSCN1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tFUpasnI/AAAAAAAABaU/1tPam_aWYN8/s400/DSCN1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412672634122580594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We admired this guy upon a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tGPtf5RI/AAAAAAAABak/WobVGT0lGcU/s1600-h/DSCN1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tGPtf5RI/AAAAAAAABak/WobVGT0lGcU/s400/DSCN1834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412672649977390354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brightly lit mids threw off their hats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tGqNUYdI/AAAAAAAABas/I7BnVs1JuQY/s1600-h/DSCN1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tGqNUYdI/AAAAAAAABas/I7BnVs1JuQY/s400/DSCN1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412672657090175442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A red crustacean thought he was one cool cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2t6I8NqgI/AAAAAAAABa8/tIvSAQmxhC4/s1600-h/DSCN1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2t6I8NqgI/AAAAAAAABa8/tIvSAQmxhC4/s400/DSCN1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673541513259522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A big cuddly bear bid a gigantic hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2t6TBgmrI/AAAAAAAABbE/yzI0n57lfPg/s1600-h/DSCN1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2t6TBgmrI/AAAAAAAABbE/yzI0n57lfPg/s400/DSCN1811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412673544219826866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and an airplane headed for the sky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tHBgatQI/AAAAAAAABa0/Bv5VeZ9iI6A/s1600-h/DSCN1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tHBgatQI/AAAAAAAABa0/Bv5VeZ9iI6A/s400/DSCN1827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412672663344297218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tF_ySxcI/AAAAAAAABac/nRq7DWL6Vjs/s1600-h/DSCN1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tF_ySxcI/AAAAAAAABac/nRq7DWL6Vjs/s400/DSCN1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412672645702534594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third straight year the future pilot slept through the entire thing.  I suppose the drive is just too much for him.  The airplane was a new addition this year too.  Oh well.  Maybe we'll make it out that way again before it ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6711477644915413367?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6711477644915413367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6711477644915413367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6711477644915413367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6711477644915413367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/lights.html' title='Lights!'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sx2tFUpasnI/AAAAAAAABaU/1tPam_aWYN8/s72-c/DSCN1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3248454132844604230</id><published>2009-12-05T14:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:27:11.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two (or more) For Tea</title><content type='html'>What an exciting day!  I sucked up my "what if's" and attended our Ladies Tea with the ladies at my church.  I don't get out much and I should.  I've said that before.  Even less do I invest in good fellowship with the abundantly rich souls that can be found right in my very own church community.  I have my reasons.  None of them good.  They all begin with "what if" but we'll save that topic for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I didn't let anything stop me.  What excuse did I have?  The ladies ministry offered free childcare!  I didn't even let the threat of snow convince me that it was a "sign" not to go.  I went.  I met ladies I've walked by for years yet never truly held a conversation with.  Oh and no, giving baby instructions (or taking them) does not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful city.  In a quaint little tavern. On a rainy day.  How better to converse then over tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq18Lki6I/AAAAAAAABZ8/iKeYS14H2DM/s1600-h/1205091313a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq18Lki6I/AAAAAAAABZ8/iKeYS14H2DM/s400/1205091313a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411896114647698338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not wanting to impose on those in the party I didn't do any photo snapping until the waitstaff was cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq092BxAI/AAAAAAAABZk/zOmMAckPZkc/s1600-h/1205091306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq092BxAI/AAAAAAAABZk/zOmMAckPZkc/s400/1205091306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411896097914340354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can vouch that the place was decorated very festively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq1cJUpmI/AAAAAAAABZs/zaM8FoEQBZY/s1600-h/1205091309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq1cJUpmI/AAAAAAAABZs/zaM8FoEQBZY/s400/1205091309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411896106048333410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the walk back to the car was enjoyable and scenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq1rWLs_I/AAAAAAAABZ0/Psqfya6BBKM/s1600-h/1205091311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq1rWLs_I/AAAAAAAABZ0/Psqfya6BBKM/s400/1205091311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411896110128804850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that silly old snow, though frosting my windows, didn't pick up too heavy until I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq2WhMlOI/AAAAAAAABaE/hf0jMXbLad0/s1600-h/1205091400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq2WhMlOI/AAAAAAAABaE/hf0jMXbLad0/s400/1205091400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411896121717724386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to to all of you who made this day possible.  I had a great time and can't wait until we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3248454132844604230?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3248454132844604230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3248454132844604230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3248454132844604230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3248454132844604230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-or-more-for-tea.html' title='Two (or more) For Tea'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sxrq18Lki6I/AAAAAAAABZ8/iKeYS14H2DM/s72-c/1205091313a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6580435988010671162</id><published>2009-12-04T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:55:14.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday Friday</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being so lame and not posting this on it's appointed day.  Yesterday was quite a busy day.  Filled with gratitude for it though (and for the cyber break).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public libraries and patience to keep going back and following around my favorite lil girl in the world while she "finds" her place there.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mom, do they have non-fiction books here?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes. What exactly do you want to read about?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Um. Hmm. I don't know.  Hmm."&lt;br /&gt;    "Start with this...person place or thing."&lt;br /&gt;    "Thing."&lt;br /&gt;    "What KIND of thing?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Um, cookbooks?"   (found 'em, next?)  "What about fish?"&lt;br /&gt;     We came home with a books about bats, and gorillas.  Go figure.  God bless the book&lt;br /&gt;     selection though. We are getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Oh and both kids (I picked for the future pilot since he stayed home with "the-Law") got books by Saxton Freymann and Joost Elffers.  If you haven't seen these books yet you MUST.  Ingenious illustrations! (You can check out some of the art work here http://morarwen.multiply.com/photos/album/1/Saxton_Freymanns_Food_Art)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soothing Christmas lights.  The tree is up and it is beautiful.  The lights are twinkly and pleasing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Children who, though rambunctious, share good times together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite first born, who promises me he is going to roll up his sleeves and help me get the basement converted into a workout area and place for the kids to go wild without harming themselves (padded cells come to mind--for me...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eggs!  LOVE 'em&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patient husbands who, when their frustrated wives throw in the cooking towel now and then, muster up and grab a bowl of cereal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mints.  Not as much as gum mind you but, well, when you can't have gum...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep.  People this is soooo under-rated!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i-Pods.  A device which allows you to finally here your children sing without them tell you to stop listening.  Is it me or do kids just think you can't hear them because THEY can't hear them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warm fuzzy pj's (they go especially nice with a steaming cup of coffee)  Mmmmmmm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I know some of these may sound a bit frivolous but I am thankful for them.  It is the little things sometimes.  It truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for providing for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6580435988010671162?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6580435988010671162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6580435988010671162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6580435988010671162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6580435988010671162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thankful-thursday-friday.html' title='Thankful &lt;s&gt;Thursday&lt;/s&gt; Friday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3993522495850649543</id><published>2009-12-02T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:21:36.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Next Year's Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxcShWZ7u8I/AAAAAAAABZU/3O9ovoM6VK4/s1600-h/cbtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxcShWZ7u8I/AAAAAAAABZU/3O9ovoM6VK4/s400/cbtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410813841468275650" 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/3530815439928715668-3993522495850649543?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3993522495850649543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3993522495850649543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3993522495850649543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3993522495850649543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday-next-years-tree.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Next Year&apos;s Tree'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxcShWZ7u8I/AAAAAAAABZU/3O9ovoM6VK4/s72-c/cbtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7513146057606836041</id><published>2009-12-01T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:22:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Short Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW9LVCvVQI/AAAAAAAABXs/nRmlhxnHRW8/s1600/DSCN1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW9LVCvVQI/AAAAAAAABXs/nRmlhxnHRW8/s400/DSCN1738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410438529680364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer allowed to chew gum.  Yep, the dental hygienist said yesterday I'm killing my teeth and jaws.  I kind of think it will be worse if I don't chew.  There will be nothing between my teeth and the grind.  Oh well.  I have to suck it up and be a good sport.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this little guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW-xWlCqCI/AAAAAAAABYU/o0ezIKtN_vs/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW-xWlCqCI/AAAAAAAABYU/o0ezIKtN_vs/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410440282439329826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet lil boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW-xpeYylI/AAAAAAAABYc/4-9gwRSPxmw/s1600/100_2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW-xpeYylI/AAAAAAAABYc/4-9gwRSPxmw/s400/100_2675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410440287511693906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has been told he has to give up his thumb.  Yesterday. And he's doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; boy of great logic.  I didn't argue with him,  brow-beat him or bribe him.  I didn't even lecture him.  In fact he saw past his sorrow with enough compassion to tell ME he was sorry that I had to give up gum.  He asked me WHY it was again he had to give up his thumb and I calmly explained that it would push his teeth in a position that wasn't natural.  He then came up with a few different things he could try instead of sucking his thumb.  Thank God for Blanky and Pooh.  Thank God for the logical future pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson.  Never underestimate the mind of a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7513146057606836041?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7513146057606836041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7513146057606836041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7513146057606836041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7513146057606836041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-short-road.html' title='The &lt;s&gt;Long&lt;/s&gt; Short Road'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxW9LVCvVQI/AAAAAAAABXs/nRmlhxnHRW8/s72-c/DSCN1738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-858327541981629140</id><published>2009-11-30T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:19:30.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Lost My Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>I know.  It's only November 30 and here I sit feeling like I wish it was January.  I have lost my spirit before it has had a chance to really break out.  Here are my reasons.  And yea, I realize this is breaking my 30 days of delightful aka positive posts.  Sorry.  Count me among the humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't feel like buying this year.  Seriously.  My kids do not need one more single thing that comes packaged in pretty paper and pretty ribbons. (And I seriously do NOT want to be stepping over, around, and ON them for the next 18 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Shopping for my husband is a nightmare because a)he buys what he wants when he wants it thus leaving me nothing to buy and b)no matter how much I try to wow him I never wow him and he always goes overboard thus making me feel very guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I do the tree sans my husband.  He wants no part of it.  I find that seriously depressing.  I opened my big mouth about 5 seconds too late tonight when he was entering "the building" from walking the dog.  Just in time to hear me tell the kids, "I HATE doing this because your dad NEVER wants to help."  Talk about a foot in the mouth.  His response?  "I don't do it because it's ALWAYS like this!"  Do you think he meant like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR184NbzwI/AAAAAAAABXE/ih0UzGKADAg/s1600/DSCN1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR184NbzwI/AAAAAAAABXE/ih0UzGKADAg/s400/DSCN1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078741120143106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly think the doing it myself "for the kids" is just a bit overwhelming honey.  That's all.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite first born son managed to take a few shots that seemed a bit more festive (thank you good son for lugging up all the boxes from the basement for us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR1-25AszI/AAAAAAAABXk/D4HvuxZWdTA/s1600/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR1-25AszI/AAAAAAAABXk/D4HvuxZWdTA/s400/DSCN1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078775125783346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and though I felt like this must of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR19ZmOJAI/AAAAAAAABXM/4mmpYiflfdQ/s1600/DSCN1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR19ZmOJAI/AAAAAAAABXM/4mmpYiflfdQ/s400/DSCN1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078750082475010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried really hard not to crank on the kids for refusing to stand up and "spread" the ornaments around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR19yinCdI/AAAAAAAABXU/VW179A2ZLwk/s1600/DSCN1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR19yinCdI/AAAAAAAABXU/VW179A2ZLwk/s400/DSCN1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078756778215890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In spite of it all the tree is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR1-qtGeiI/AAAAAAAABXc/2_TH80p5bWk/s1600/DSCN1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR1-qtGeiI/AAAAAAAABXc/2_TH80p5bWk/s400/DSCN1757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078771854604834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it's over.  It has to be all good from here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the matter is that I haven't lost Christmas.  Because Christmas isn't about a tree and it's branches being spread just so.  It's ornaments adorned perfectly.  It isn't even about me and my family doing something together wholly.  It's about God sending His Son for me.  And for you.  And no earthly thing can take the place of what Christmas is all about.  So as I stood there and admired the tree I took in the cheerfulness heard in my excited childrens' voices. I paused for a moment and remembered that childlike joy and though I long for it, I know much better presents await me in heaven where perfection and wholeness abound. And then oh praises I will have my joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-858327541981629140?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/858327541981629140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=858327541981629140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/858327541981629140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/858327541981629140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-lost-my-christmas-spirit.html' title='I&apos;ve Lost My &lt;s&gt;Christmas&lt;/s&gt; Spirit'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxR184NbzwI/AAAAAAAABXE/ih0UzGKADAg/s72-c/DSCN1755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-384370717375972718</id><published>2009-11-29T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:05:22.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Beautiful Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.  Church in the morning with absolutely NO yelling or fighting between my kids or my kids and I.  Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to Walgreens to buy some essentials (b-day card, plastic wrap, tape, etc).  No fights!!! Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home again home again jiggity jig.  ZERO TV until after 6:30 pm when "the Law" arrived home.  I actually found some books that belonged to my favorite first born son that are proving to be enjoyed by my favorite lil girl in the world!  If you are trying desperately to keep your children from the ridiculous Goose Bumps and other Vampire, Werewolf, etc. subjects that they don't really need to be feeding on maybe give these authors a try.  Fred E. Katz.  He has a series called "Spine Chillers".  They are suspenseful and maybe a tad spooky but on a spiritual level demonstrate Christian character.  Paul McCusker.  Adventures in Odyssey series.  Sooo happy that I could find these books packed away.  Maybe holding onto some things is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping you had an extra beautiful Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-384370717375972718?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/384370717375972718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=384370717375972718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/384370717375972718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/384370717375972718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-beautiful-sunday.html' title='Sunday Beautiful Sunday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-457048450266656789</id><published>2009-11-28T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:35:57.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Snippets</title><content type='html'>My day started at 7am.  It's when the Advil wore off and left my right shoulder blade feeling like it was wrenched in two and my arm numb.  I don't like the discomfort but I fear if not for pain I would lie in bed all day some days being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had things to do today.  Gifts to get to be delivered tomorrow through our church and grocery shopping.  We had a short time line because we had a super cool invite to make Christmas centerpieces in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was her former babysitter as a teen.  She and her husband took turns teaching me to drive and she taught me to parallel park in the parking lot just hours before I took my test.  She's been in my life for years.  I love her.  Every year since I first had a home to call my own she's been making me Christmas centerpieces.  She's been making them for a LOT of people.  This year she decided to have a party and teach us how to make our own.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She provided the greens, ribbon, oasis, container, and candle.  She offered her talent in the form of instruction.  She gave us tips and such to make them perfect and personal.  It was such an awesome idea.  I actually got to spend time in her company and not the hustle and bustle of gift drop off/pick up.  I'll cherish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous because "the Law" was working today and my precious mama has prayer meeting on Saturdays.  I could not imagine how I'd keep the complaints of the little people to a minimum.  Oh how God works things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future pilot was very patient for a couple of hours.  Then he found a buddy.  All was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAWtgJiMI/AAAAAAAABWk/j4OTCvVRnhw/s1600/1128091501a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAWtgJiMI/AAAAAAAABWk/j4OTCvVRnhw/s400/1128091501a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409316123852769474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of productive hands working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAXJ5mffI/AAAAAAAABWs/CxJiUIlb_AI/s1600/1128091501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAXJ5mffI/AAAAAAAABWs/CxJiUIlb_AI/s400/1128091501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409316131475717618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end we brought two home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite little girl in the world is created this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAXlfq7ZI/AAAAAAAABW8/TnDMVcOzTGM/s1600/1128091636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAXlfq7ZI/AAAAAAAABW8/TnDMVcOzTGM/s400/1128091636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409316138883149202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAXbHcplI/AAAAAAAABW0/l53ryxyvh_Y/s1600/1128091636a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAXbHcplI/AAAAAAAABW0/l53ryxyvh_Y/s400/1128091636a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409316136097195602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-457048450266656789?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/457048450266656789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=457048450266656789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/457048450266656789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/457048450266656789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-snippets.html' title='Saturday Snippets'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SxHAWtgJiMI/AAAAAAAABWk/j4OTCvVRnhw/s72-c/1128091501a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2598123589065939241</id><published>2009-11-27T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:49:54.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin'</title><content type='html'>Black Friday.  On this day a lot of folks bolted off to the stores to catch great deals and fight crowds.  I'm pooped.  I took the day to recover from lack of sleep and a long day of visiting and eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to just spend the day resting.  The kids were well behaved--maybe they are exhausted too.  It is now 7:44pm and they seem to have gotten a wind.  No matter, "the Law" is home from work now so I have an ally if they get out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be heading out to a friend's to put together a centerpiece for our Christmas table.  She is so very talented and instead of making the many she usually does, has decided to share her gift of know-how with us.  It should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more days before I have to go back to work.  It's time for more lists and a few good books.  Nothing too strenuous or stressful.  Nope.  Just a little bit of kicking back before the next flurry of holiday activity picks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special note to my unexpected overnight guests:  Thank you so much for staying.  It was a special treat for all of us.  And to my sis-in-law who came over this morning with the happiest little girl on the planet and baby A.  Hugs to you.  What a heartwarming Friday you made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2598123589065939241?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2598123589065939241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2598123589065939241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2598123589065939241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2598123589065939241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/chillin.html' title='Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2799847103926749242</id><published>2009-11-26T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:07:00.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S09C7UO0M2g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S09C7UO0M2g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding you to cherish what really matters.  It's not the food, or how it's prepared.  It's cherishing those you are with and being thankful for the blessings you've been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family both far and near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good and stable job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian teachers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone who is a positive influence to my children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian women who show me by example how to love my husband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the chance to host Thanksgiving for my extended family.  (Even though we will be minus our England crew--if you are reading know that you are missed!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That my father will eventually have relief from the pain that has plagued him far too long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you heavenly Father for another wonderful year.  May You not be forgotten amidst the frenzy of this holiday season.&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2799847103926749242?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2799847103926749242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2799847103926749242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2799847103926749242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2799847103926749242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankful Thanksgiving'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1522390575289446533</id><published>2009-11-25T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:47:41.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Things Get Any Easier?</title><content type='html'>I was diligent.  I worked hard.  I took baby steps.  And took them often.  I organized and planned and didn't stress.  I planned simplicity and it worked!  As the night draws to a close my kitchen floor is mopped--and no my mommy didn't do it for me this time.  I did it all by myself.  On my hands and knees.  Every inch as well as the hall and bathroom.  It's the only way a floor should be cleaned if you ask me.  Mops just tend to push all the clumpy stuff you miss with the broom into the corners to become fossilized "things" to be found later by some teeny toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on my hands and knees scraping something blue off the floor my little brother, the father to baby A and baby B, phoned.  He was looking for a turkey.  &lt;s&gt;I told him I was taken.&lt;/s&gt;  I told him mine was defrosting in the fridge.  He was stoked.  He very cheerily said, "I need it! Can I have it? I want to cook it!"  Psssh.  Who was I to argue?  After all the theme this year is simplicity!  So after I finished the floor and fed the family I carted Mr. Turkey Lurkey over to his house.  He promises me it will taste just like the turkey legs at Hershey Park.  I. Can't. Wait.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got to steal a few baby snuggles while there.  Those guys are just too precious.  Their big sister played with the future pilot.  Those two are becoming great pals.  I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get to go to bed early tonight. No turkey to brine.  I discovered I have not one but TWO packages of prepared pie crust so the pies will be a cinch tomorrow.  I prefer them warm so I really would rather make them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to do list for the morning?  Is delightfully shorter.  Oh I have so much to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1522390575289446533?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1522390575289446533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1522390575289446533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1522390575289446533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1522390575289446533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-things-get-any-easier.html' title='Can Things Get Any Easier?'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3207848806328341248</id><published>2009-11-24T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:02:35.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>With the dilemma of whether to use paper plates or china out of the way things are falling into place.  I'm anxiously awaiting the cooking frenzy that will begin tomorrow night.  Pies, glorious pies.  I'm trying a new one this year.  A pumpkin rum pie.  It will be in addition to traditional pumpkin and cherry pies.  I'll give a review.  Let you know if I'm left to choke it down myself or sulking because they ate it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for words.  Seriously.  I'm drained.  I took a little down time and actually watched a TV movie while I folded laundry this evening.  That wasn't the brightest idea since it was a bit sad and my eyes are burning with that, 'we're gonna be so swollen you can't apply your make-up correctly in the morning' feeling.  I'm dreading it to.  I tell myself over and over again NOT to do that if I have to be seen in public the next day.  Somehow I just keep watching and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's post won't be as lame.  I mean I think I can do better.  Maybe.  If I can see through the pie filling and flour dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the china dilemma?  Mix and match.  My wonderful mama is bringing half of her's.  They'll match nicely with the same silver rim and slightly different pattern.  Did I ever tell you I love my mama?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3207848806328341248?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3207848806328341248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3207848806328341248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3207848806328341248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3207848806328341248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2049598978755582856</id><published>2009-11-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:46:56.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>It is Monday, late, which means I only have two more days to get ready for the Thanksgiving feast at my house.  I've hosted before so I'm no newbie.  My usual drawback is procrastinating.  I feel relatively at peace right now.  You see I'm trying a different approach this time--oh and my kids are older and not attached to my chest.  That definitely makes things easier--especially when you have things to remove from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight: Aside from vacuuming and maybe pulling down the valances to wash them the house is relatively clean right now.  Oh wait, I need to scrub the kitchen floor and lay down the new rugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma: I was certain I had china settings for 16 but discovered only this evening that it's only for 8.  That's what happens when you pack china away for 14 years and never use it.  &lt;s&gt;You&lt;/s&gt; I forget important details like that.  What to do what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight:  I got to take care of Baby A and Baby B.  Sorry, no pictures.  I was too busy kissing their sweet pumpkin heads and staring at their laughing little mouths.  (Proof it has been far too long since I'd seen them--laughing was new!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma:  I'm dog tired and ready for bed but I gotta post.  I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight:  The house is peaceful and the kids and hubby didn't subject me to watching the Star Trek movie with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight:  I'm giddy and happy.  Babies, expected company, and a clean house do that for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2049598978755582856?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2049598978755582856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2049598978755582856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2049598978755582856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2049598978755582856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8690596990105906865</id><published>2009-11-22T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:23:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Snippets</title><content type='html'>Exhaustion has set in and I'm resting in great hopes that I get my sixth wind.  I still have a lot to do around here before Thursday.  Bear with me while I throw a few random things out.  I hope to be more exciting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future pilot (as he peeing in the upstairs bathroom):  "Mommy I coughed and a fart came out!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me (as I listen to the handyman just steps away giggle): "Who needs the comedy channel when you've got kids."&lt;br /&gt;Handyman (still laughing): "Out of the mouth of babes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note from my favorite lil girl in the world this morning.  JUST because I patiently took her breakfast order and presented her with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwnVDahblfI/AAAAAAAABWM/gTuq0vH0iMw/s1600/DSCN1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwnVDahblfI/AAAAAAAABWM/gTuq0vH0iMw/s400/DSCN1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087082270856690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Thank you Mom, for being nice to me this morning!"   (kind of makes me wonder if I'm not real nice the "other" mornings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly spackled walls.  (Casualties of the new china cabinet which forced the time pieces out of their former location)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwnVC99tlSI/AAAAAAAABWE/BzFqUoLvLb8/s1600/DSCN1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwnVC99tlSI/AAAAAAAABWE/BzFqUoLvLb8/s400/DSCN1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407087074604848418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing are coming together around here.  Feeling that sixth wind.  Off to tackle the three bags of clipped recipes.  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8690596990105906865?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8690596990105906865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8690596990105906865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8690596990105906865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8690596990105906865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-snippets.html' title='Sunday Snippets'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwnVDahblfI/AAAAAAAABWM/gTuq0vH0iMw/s72-c/DSCN1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3935023877908225449</id><published>2009-11-21T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:54:18.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity At It's Finest</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else ever notice that once you get one sort of mess cleaned up another follows?  I got almost all of the dishes that were hogging prime counter real estate last night washed and put away tonight but then this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAuU6T-hI/AAAAAAAABVc/kMT-2w3Hfbc/s1600/DSCN1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAuU6T-hI/AAAAAAAABVc/kMT-2w3Hfbc/s400/DSCN1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406783254778083858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I DID actually get the shoe boxes prepared for church tomorrow.  Hopefully they will MAKE it to church.  Unlike in recent years past where they were packed up and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAupOcCcI/AAAAAAAABVk/_GL5B1a6_Ks/s1600/DSCN1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAupOcCcI/AAAAAAAABVk/_GL5B1a6_Ks/s400/DSCN1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406783260231207362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the painters come tomorrow.  To paint the bathroom.  And this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAu3pMEWI/AAAAAAAABVs/A4OmvvJS_AI/s1600/DSCN1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAu3pMEWI/AAAAAAAABVs/A4OmvvJS_AI/s400/DSCN1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406783264101503330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was able to get all of the green crayon off (and yes my children should be WELL past that stage.)  So painters + wall to paint =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAvLgziFI/AAAAAAAABV0/aHTuBpRsidE/s1600/DSCN1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAvLgziFI/AAAAAAAABV0/aHTuBpRsidE/s400/DSCN1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406783269435050066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this counter to empty.  Does anyone out there hear me whimpering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell my minister mother but I had a shot of cream sherry moments ago.  It didn't help.  Though I secretly wished it would.  In fact can anyone out there confirm the possibility that I could be diabetic?  I kid you not one sip and I was already woozy.  That didn't stop me so I drank the rest.  Seriously.  A shot glass.  Just half of one.  I'm not feeling stable.  I'm sure it has nothing to do with the work I've got ahead of me before those painters arrive tomorrow at 9am sharp.  I should be living it up but the kids are past out and I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get them upstairs to bed alone.  But hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my post with 6 minutes to spare.  G'nite all.   ZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3935023877908225449?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3935023877908225449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3935023877908225449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3935023877908225449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3935023877908225449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/productivity-at-its-finest.html' title='Productivity At It&apos;s Finest'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwjAuU6T-hI/AAAAAAAABVc/kMT-2w3Hfbc/s72-c/DSCN1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8630523049161120731</id><published>2009-11-20T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:35:58.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything In It's Place</title><content type='html'>A simply sagging box of china was one of many things that have made me realize I don't take care of things nearly as much as I should.  I poured over online pictures of china cabinets for days.  Thinking, "If I get one I can rescue that Fiesta Ware I inherited from Grandpa and free up two boxes worth of china in the coat closet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I unboxed the china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then realized that I don't trust glass shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stowed a few pieces of china in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1F4tMI-I/AAAAAAAABVE/3hYWXlfjC_8/s1600/DSCN1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1F4tMI-I/AAAAAAAABVE/3hYWXlfjC_8/s400/DSCN1687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406348252919112674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I closed it up.  And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1GVyvDpI/AAAAAAAABVM/ntdk9NYaeYo/s1600/DSCN1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1GVyvDpI/AAAAAAAABVM/ntdk9NYaeYo/s400/DSCN1688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406348260727000722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then when I came home from work today and asked my mama how she liked it she said she loved it.  And then said, "Where is the rest of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I didn't remember having MORE of this but she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is it &lt;gulp&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1PAWx7PI/AAAAAAAABVU/Si2lbEvcZc4/s1600/DSCN1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1PAWx7PI/AAAAAAAABVU/Si2lbEvcZc4/s400/DSCN1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406348409591426290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to do with it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8630523049161120731?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8630523049161120731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8630523049161120731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8630523049161120731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8630523049161120731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-in-its-place.html' title='Everything In It&apos;s Place'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Swc1F4tMI-I/AAAAAAAABVE/3hYWXlfjC_8/s72-c/DSCN1687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2492526548433690262</id><published>2009-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:00:00.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Count your blessings one by one,&lt;br /&gt;Listing them is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  I feel like I'm on a high right now and not just because of the upcoming holidays.  Some kind of bug has gotten into me and I am feeling motivated.  It comes in spurts for me so I gotta roll with it when I can.  That bathroom is prepped for painting and I have cleaned and dusted the room that will house the new china cabinet.  Exciting no?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;T-shirt covered brooms that make dusting high places so much easier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuums that really suck--no REALLY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snail mail.  That isn't junk mail but actual letters from people you know and love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-formed cookie dough that came just in time for my kids' dessert last night(and mine--YUM)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Active kids that keep me moving (especially after consuming cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop computers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God's hands--and the pure pleasure of realizing how smoothly things go when I really place him in full control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good pastor with a gentle spirit and genuine concern for God's people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine--especially after so much rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LISTS!!!!  I'd be lost without them (well maybe not but they sure seem to keep me focused)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thank you God for your everyday hand in my life and the life of my family.  Your will be done Lord.  Your will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2492526548433690262?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2492526548433690262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2492526548433690262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2492526548433690262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2492526548433690262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thursday_18.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6605727018528521049</id><published>2009-11-18T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:30:40.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want.</title><content type='html'>I want one of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwScmhTbn0I/AAAAAAAABUs/AytM_Ijt0QY/s1600/kamix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwScmhTbn0I/AAAAAAAABUs/AytM_Ijt0QY/s400/kamix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405617638340271938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really bad.  I've wanted one for several years but am too cheap to buy it.  I've never owned a stand mixer in my life because I can't justify it.  I just can't.  I price them and just feel like I'm being totally materialistic.  I have a hand mixer that I never use because it's so weak that it smells like an electrical fire is about the break out when it has to deal with anything other than runny cake batter.  So.  Instead. I  want.  And mix by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwSdxpFl1dI/AAAAAAAABU0/w0A1BxzySnA/s1600/van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwSdxpFl1dI/AAAAAAAABU0/w0A1BxzySnA/s400/van.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405618928919893458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and actually had one of these on order.  Thankfully the dealership made me wait just long enough to realize that now isn't the time.  So I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwSehD_PL-I/AAAAAAAABU8/sLMJpfViZhg/s1600/ipodtouch-hero-32gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwSehD_PL-I/AAAAAAAABU8/sLMJpfViZhg/s400/ipodtouch-hero-32gb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405619743594852322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but alas again I can not will not justify the cost.  I've challenged myself to become debt free.  Until then my budget isn't going to be eaten up or ebbed away in buying things that I can do without.  So no more things until the things that are already here are put away neatly.  No more things until I can pay outright cash for them and know exactly what purpose they will have and for how long.  So things need to stay out of my way.  Or they are going to be crushed when I step right over top of them and say, "Poo poo to you.  I've got a budget to do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6605727018528521049?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6605727018528521049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6605727018528521049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6605727018528521049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6605727018528521049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want.html' title='I Want.'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SwScmhTbn0I/AAAAAAAABUs/AytM_Ijt0QY/s72-c/kamix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4241920471965811055</id><published>2009-11-17T15:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:59:05.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"So, you think you can take me?"</title><content type='html'>It was a phrase that was part of a harmless skit between my oldest son and I that we'd practice while puffing up our muscles at each other.  It seems like only yesterday that we'd go through that.  We'd act all tough to each other.  Each of us so sure we could "take" the other if we were to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?  I'm pretty sure I would lose.  Oh don't get me wrong.  I will never have to find out.  My oldest, my favorite first born, has the kindest gentlest spirit of anyone I know.  But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been working out.  He's decided he needs to beef up a bit and he's been lifting and running.  Sometimes I get home from work and see him just finishing up.  A few times I've longed to run with him.  Today I came home and he was running again.  I ran upstairs and threw off the work duds and donned the necessary attire.  Complete with an Under Armour knock-off shirt, fleece vest, and a cute (not) little head band thingy.  I tried to sneak out behind him and join in but I got out there too late.  When I acted all crushed and begged him to go a while longer he did.  So now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He CAN take me!!!  I ran two laps around our property.  Eight acres in all.  He's never measured the distance so I don't know how far that is but he hung in with me for two jog laps and one walk lap and this was AFTER his already 9 laps!   After two I was spewing and now over an hour later I still feel on the brink of an asthma attack, my throat hurts when I breathe in, and I start coughing.  He. Can. Take Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4241920471965811055?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4241920471965811055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4241920471965811055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4241920471965811055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4241920471965811055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-you-think-you-can-take-me.html' title='&quot;So, you think you can take me?&quot;'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7592883375194752644</id><published>2009-11-16T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:37:59.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day it sure feels good when your 'to do' list has more checks than 'deferred'.  That is how it was for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my 'to do' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Load of laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get kids up and dressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get kids off to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to get vehicle inspection (This was waylaid a bit because the kids insisted we take Dora with us to school.  How could I object?  We are trying to take her fear of car rides away.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get shoe rack, and "stuff" basket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pick up two Christmas gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the future pilot from pre-school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call handy-man and schedule some work around the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order china cabinet (Yea that might not make since considering I spent last night's post talking about being happy with what you have but I discovered a sagging box of heirloom china in the basement this weekend and it's time to put them on display in an appreciative way--because I do cherish them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upgrade phone (we are at least a year overdue and the back of mine keeps falling off.  That battery gets hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fold laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take clothes to consignment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take items to Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, 14 tasks.  Want to guess how many I got completed today?  11.  E-L-E-V-E-N!  I feel good.  I feel VERY good actually.  I still have time to fold the laundry--Hey!  It could happen.  I just know my priorities and right now it's posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day left you feeling accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7592883375194752644?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7592883375194752644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7592883375194752644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7592883375194752644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7592883375194752644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2591284811578861940</id><published>2009-11-15T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:20:09.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprucin' Up</title><content type='html'>The sun shone today.  It was magnificent.  It has been raining for days here.  A day of rain here and there isn't too bad but I think after a while the lack of natural Vitamin D tends to make a body feel run down and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really spend a lot of time out of doors.  From the house to the car.  From the car to a building and then to the car again.  But not having to dodge rain drops was wonderful--not to mention bliss for my hair, which has been a frizzy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in my cleaning mode.  I emptied our coat closet.  I kid you not I have not done that even once since we moved into this house over eight years ago.  I found partial bags of teeny tiny diapers and swimmies.  A nightgown sized much too large for me that I meant to return.  I placed that order back in the fall of '01.  My my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel so much like cleaning today so I didn't.  There was church and then a few errands with the kids.  I didn't make a list and the haircut visit tapped my energy level so after that was over I picked up a few groceries and we went home.  I'm not sure if it's the upcoming holiday or just that there were so many days of rain which left me restless but I have a surge of ideas that has hit and I'm excited.  Which is a very good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Law" has been wanting to move us eight hours away from where we are now.  To another state that neither of us has ever lived in.  At the time he mentioned it I had a job I hated.  I had this idea that if we moved I wouldn't have to work.  I also have gotten pretty close to some of his relatives.  They are sweet sweet people.  A few bad turns on property deals and the fact that I have transferred to a job that  leaves me feeling accomplished pretty much on a daily basis has caused me to think maybe I don't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we planned this house and moved in I was certain we'd live her until our children booted us into assisted living facilities.  I thought I'd sit on our front porch and rock as traffic rolled by.  Then the house started falling apart.  Leaks, peeling paint, rotting wood, etc.  It kind of left a bad taste in our mouths.  Like we needed to start over.  So that also made it easier to think moving was a nice viable option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are in a recession.  I look around and we are safe.  For now we have jobs.  Food is on the table without worry.  Our vehicles run and we aren't concerned about being stranded.  Oh don't get me wrong I coveted a new van.  A shiny new one that didn't have french fry encrusted carpets or the aroma of a 3 year old white mocha.  And then it hit me that my van runs fine.  That I don't know what the future holds.  And that it's time to start taking better care of the things God has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of living like this house isn't going to be our's forever I'm going to live like it is.  And maybe just maybe we will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2591284811578861940?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2591284811578861940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2591284811578861940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2591284811578861940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2591284811578861940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sprucin-up.html' title='Sprucin&apos; Up'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-204281207620954634</id><published>2009-11-14T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:58:49.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GDO</title><content type='html'>"The Law" granted me a blissful day out with my favorite little girl in the world.  She didn't get a birthday party this year because my niece got married on her birthday and we were just too busy around that day.  My daughter was not in the least upset.  SHE was in the wedding and she and her cousins celebrated with root beer floats as they prepared for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of a party she chose a friend to accompany her to Build-A-Bear Workshop and have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory.  It was a beautiful day.  Oh maybe I should mention that I happen to be very good friends with her friend's mother so it was a win win situation for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am - Pick up and lecture from friend's mom's mom to "behave ourselves"  -- What a downer  (just kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;920am - Dunkin Donuts for coffee.  Coffee + cream + sugar - Energy  (nevermind what it does to the behind)&lt;br /&gt;930am - THE MALL!!!  We walked around and enjoyed the quiet.  Something we won't see again now that we've seen our first signs of Christmas (stay tuned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QamubegI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZRl1_iL6FIo/s1600-h/111409_10092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QamubegI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZRl1_iL6FIo/s400/111409_10092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404126495869991426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1015am - The hug test.  Is my creation stuffed enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9Qa_zxvuI/AAAAAAAABUU/SI01czvh5Pk/s1600-h/111409_10121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9Qa_zxvuI/AAAAAAAABUU/SI01czvh5Pk/s400/111409_10121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404126502603308770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1030am - Time to groom our new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QbJGX4SI/AAAAAAAABUc/R6crfuMoOk0/s1600-h/111409_10131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QbJGX4SI/AAAAAAAABUc/R6crfuMoOk0/s400/111409_10131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404126505097224482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who cares what time?am - Laughter, laughter, laughter--it does the body good.  I'm blessed to have friends like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this guy showed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QbffLlkI/AAAAAAAABUk/nAgNkDm5UYQ/s1600-h/111409_10331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QbffLlkI/AAAAAAAABUk/nAgNkDm5UYQ/s400/111409_10331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404126511106856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep.  Santa!!!!  Then we panicked and immediately began shrieking through the mall in a wide-spread panic because we just KNEW we weren't going to have all the shopping done, trimmings hung and Christmas cards sent before December 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your day was every bit as splenderific as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-204281207620954634?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/204281207620954634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=204281207620954634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/204281207620954634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/204281207620954634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/gdo.html' title='GDO'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sv9QamubegI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZRl1_iL6FIo/s72-c/111409_10092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7947784614878797164</id><published>2009-11-13T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:03:00.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesame Streets 40th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>This week Sesame Street celebrated their 40th anniversary.  Google honored them with several logo's decorated with Sesame Street characters.  I for one am pretty happy they are around.  Jim Henson was a ingenious with his knack for relating to kids through puppetry.  In his honor and that of Sesame Street a few of my all time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaker meets banana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/onY_Fhw1IrE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/onY_Fhw1IrE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish Chef a la hot sauce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc_UCc8EQcQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jc_UCc8EQcQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manamana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTkGXuiT55w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTkGXuiT55w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7947784614878797164?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7947784614878797164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7947784614878797164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7947784614878797164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7947784614878797164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sesame-streets-40th-anniversary.html' title='Sesame Streets 40th Anniversary'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-13858224055545291</id><published>2009-11-12T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:24:20.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Yippeeeee!  My favorite posting day!  The day reserved for thanking God for specific things he's done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A relaxing dinner out with great friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mom who threw together a totally new recipe for me so my family could eat without me.  Find it here &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/main-courses/cheatere28099s-chicken-and-dumplings/"&gt;Cheater's Chicken and Dumplings&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A productive week at work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The feeling of peace given my decision to wait on purchasing a new vehicle.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another visit from the laundry fairy.  She is going to get a big tip this time.  Phenomenal service!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Libraries.  Hey, I know you can't drink coffee in them or talk on your cell phone but they let you take the books home for FREEE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encouraging friends who talk you out of car payments.  (You know who you are!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-connections with people far back in your past that turn out positive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids.  Each of them.  For the ways they touch my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;and lastly for my wonderful husband who didn't so much as frown when I mentioned dinner out today with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.  Big and small YOU do it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-13858224055545291?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/13858224055545291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=13858224055545291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/13858224055545291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/13858224055545291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thursday_12.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7812846702445015707</id><published>2009-11-11T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:09:25.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One- Again</title><content type='html'>I fell off the wagon again.  This has got to be like the one thousandth time.  Dieting has never come easy to me.  Self-control?  I'm surprised I know how to spell it.  I'm not sure when it happened this time.  Maybe it was a party where I had just one more sliver of this or that.  Maybe it was a rainy day curled up with a good book.  Maybe it was that full-on take of the kids' Halloween candy.  No wait, it was quite a while before that.  So today I started over--again.  I'm grumpy, I'm hungry, my mouth is empty.  But it doesn't matter because I get another chance to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a solid plan right now.  I have set a healthy calorie limit using a calculator found at &lt;a href="http://www.eatingwell.com/nutrition_health/weight_loss_diet_plans/diet_meal_plans/eatingwell_28_day_meal_plan_help"&gt;EatingWell&lt;/a&gt;.  Right now I'm going to concentrate on journaling what I eat.  I found free journal log pages at &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/diet/printable/food-fitness-journal"&gt;WebMD&lt;/a&gt;.  You don't even have to sign up for anything.  They just let you in.  For free.  I'm not going to count fat.  Though I AM going to try NOT to live on unhealthy snacks.  So that's it.  Starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good that we can start over when we mess up?  My dieting woes are much like my walk with the Savior.  It doesn't matter how hard I pray in the morning that I will be a good servant and walk with Him as if He is watching always (and He is) I almost always do one or several things that are not becoming of the Christ I crave to portray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately there's a new pebble causing discomfort for me.  My pondering of the day touched on it last night.  I don't feel like I am there for people.  I think I let my human side, my pride, get in the way of so many friendships.  I find myself too afraid to invite people over because I feel like my house is never clean enough.  I put other things in front of visiting people who's company I crave because there is always just one more load of laundry to be done, one more errand to run, one more task that needs to be accomplished.  I've unopened so many doors to great friendships being scared that something else will suffer.  Afraid that something won't go right.  Afraid that the "real" me will not be the someone they thought I was.  I've hermatized myself to the point of real fear.  So along with working on my weight I'm going to work on putting other people first.  And who knows?  Maybe if I spend more time cultivating friendships I'll spend less time wondering what I could be eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7812846702445015707?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7812846702445015707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7812846702445015707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7812846702445015707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7812846702445015707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-one-again.html' title='Day One- Again'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-9155396549610501939</id><published>2009-11-10T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:20:19.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Snippets</title><content type='html'>Peace is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing where your children are when you lay down your head at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting through the check-out line knowing you have plenty to cover the bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being able to hear a ticking clock when you don't have to care what time it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations to wreck ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me to my daughter: Don't kick your brother.  Future pilot to me: She ALWAYS does that.  I want to call the cops EVERY time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me to the future pilot: Help me find something that begins with the letter "I".  Future pilot: I'm using my nose vision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Future pilot to me: Why do we keep having days and days?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me to the future pilot:  You're my little snuggle buddy.  Future pilot back to me: Your my big girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Pondering of the day:  Why is it all of my greatest ideas seem to stay in my head or talked out of my mouth but never actually make it to an action?  Must work on this one--big time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-9155396549610501939?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/9155396549610501939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=9155396549610501939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/9155396549610501939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/9155396549610501939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-snippets.html' title='Wednesday Snippets'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4846875725121907320</id><published>2009-11-09T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:42:06.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>I think I've said it before.  Mondays are the days I stay home and pretend I'm a stay at home mommy.  Although I'm not quite sure it's a fair shot at being a stay at home mommy.  Here was my schedule today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630 - Woke up 2 hours later than I do on my work days &lt;br /&gt;700 - Showered and dressed&lt;br /&gt;740 - Gave the almost always up on her own daughter a wake-up call&lt;br /&gt;745 - Woke up the future pilot and dressed him for school&lt;br /&gt;800 - Carried the future pilot downstairs, dosed him with medicine to keep the dribbly nose at bay, offered instant breakfast (he refused), brushed his hair, teeth and ordered him to get his shoes on&lt;br /&gt;810 - Shoe'd daughter back upstairs to change out of her shorts into jeans&lt;br /&gt;812 - Brushed daughter's hair and listened to her snort in disdain for NOT being allowed to wear shorts&lt;br /&gt;815 - Reminded daughter I could not take her to school because I had to take the car to the repair shop&lt;br /&gt;817 - Consoled a disheveled daughter who was dangerously close to missing the bus and promised her that I would be home before her bus came so at least I could see her HOME from school&lt;br /&gt;822 - Hollered up to hubby that he'd have to find a way to take daughter to school because she has now missed the bus&lt;br /&gt;825 - Wiped daughter's tears and gave her an extra kiss&lt;br /&gt;826 - Headed out the door with the future pilot and arrived to school 8 minutes late, without his backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THAT was just my morning.  Tell me SAHM's, is it just because I'm an amateur?  Or is this par for the course?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4846875725121907320?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4846875725121907320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4846875725121907320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4846875725121907320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4846875725121907320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3776248534684015614</id><published>2009-11-08T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:38:59.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd9737vkmI/AAAAAAAABTU/0xW_sQwrQeU/s1600-h/DSCN1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd9737vkmI/AAAAAAAABTU/0xW_sQwrQeU/s400/DSCN1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401924745634484834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd98Ae3B5I/AAAAAAAABTc/1AbCWbQgx-U/s1600-h/DSCN1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd98Ae3B5I/AAAAAAAABTc/1AbCWbQgx-U/s400/DSCN1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401924747929257874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd98-mYlaI/AAAAAAAABT0/tUDy_gOY7Zo/s1600-h/DSCN1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd98-mYlaI/AAAAAAAABT0/tUDy_gOY7Zo/s400/DSCN1674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401924764603815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd98q0sO1I/AAAAAAAABTs/RQuO_a76Jtw/s1600-h/DSCN1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd98q0sO1I/AAAAAAAABTs/RQuO_a76Jtw/s400/DSCN1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401924759295114066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rooftop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd-3hXA1nI/AAAAAAAABT8/H8UAJg2-7w8/s1600-h/DSCN1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd-3hXA1nI/AAAAAAAABT8/H8UAJg2-7w8/s400/DSCN1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925770366998130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd-38MdSWI/AAAAAAAABUE/okGyHrmN-Ww/s1600-h/DSCN1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd-38MdSWI/AAAAAAAABUE/okGyHrmN-Ww/s400/DSCN1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925777570482530" 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/3530815439928715668-3776248534684015614?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3776248534684015614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3776248534684015614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3776248534684015614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3776248534684015614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-in-pictures.html' title='Sunday in Pictures'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Svd9737vkmI/AAAAAAAABTU/0xW_sQwrQeU/s72-c/DSCN1666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2826219170669141918</id><published>2009-11-07T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:09:23.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Hopes</title><content type='html'>I awoke today and sneaked away before anyone else was awake.  I even slipped out without the a dog to walk on my trail.  Even she slept soundly tucked next the "the law".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I zipped, freshly showered, away to the grocery store.  Before bewildered, slow-pokey cart wielders had a chance to fill the aisles.  I planned my day--minus the double tall skim caramel latte.  I had no time for struggling to push my cart with one hand.  I had things to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High hopes.  Lists to be made.  Lists to be completed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home the urge to have a filling breakfast overtook me and then next thing I knew I was short order cooking for the future pilot.  Assisting my favorite little girl with her Easy Bake oven.  Crisping bacon in the oven for future use in BLTs over the course of the week.  Yes, between laundry cycles, and list making I stopped to read to the future pilot or make drinks for the kids or walk the dog.  Load songs on my daughter's i-Pod.  Send replies to the family for Thanksgiving preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did one thing on my list get accomplished?  No.  Not one.  The grocery shopping is done for the week--I hope.  But that was completed before I started making my lists therefore I have not one thing to cross off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could choose to be frustrated or grumpy but you know what?  I'm not.  Life doesn't have to fit my plan.  And even if I tried like heck to plan every detail, or just an outline, my life is never going to go in my direction.  Oh the plotted course may at times seem similar but the plan is not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following &lt;a href="http://www.gavinowens.com/"&gt;Gavin Owen's blog&lt;/a&gt; for several months.  My kids and I have been praying for him and his family.  Hoping he would some day be well.  That his sister would see him grow up to live and laugh and love.  Yesterday his parents made the hard decision to let him go.  It has been over 24 hours and he is still hanging on.  There is nothing left to be done that his earthly parents can do.  They certainly did not choose this to be a slow and heartwrenching process but that is what it is nonetheless.  My heart is aching for them--though I've never met them.   I'm sure none of this was in their plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, incomplete lists are not going to make me grumpy today.  They are going to remind me that life comes at me and when it does I should thank God that I have life.  The small interuptions are reminders that the patters of small feet exist completely healthy around me.  Lists can wait.  The todays with my kids can not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2826219170669141918?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2826219170669141918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2826219170669141918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2826219170669141918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2826219170669141918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/high-hopes.html' title='High Hopes'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4883695742252851181</id><published>2009-11-06T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:58:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobic</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week I mentioned my fear of throwing things away-disposaphobia.  I wasn't sure if there was a name for the actual feeling I get when I let certain items fall from my fingers into the abyss of my trashcan but I looked it up.  And someone thinks there is.  Apparently there are a few other phobias I have.  I'm maybe like a superphobe or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acarophobia- fear of itching.  Hmm I'm not too keen on sitting outside for long periods of time at dusk for fear mosquitos will gnaw my skin to red welts.  Check on this one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aerophobia- fear of airbourne noxious substances.  Well, not too keen of skunk smell or Uncle Fred after he's had a bowl too many of chili.  Check here too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agateophobia- fear of insanity.  Ugh. I certainly do NOT want to be insane and I feel my kids may drive me that way every day.  Dang check another one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aichmophobia- fear of needles or pointed objects.  HELLO!!!! Refer to post two days back.  NOT FOND OF BEING PRICKED.  Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Algophobia- fear of pain.  Goodness.  I certainly do not CHOOSE pain.  "Hey, Jimmy smack me would you?  ??? Seriously?  Check.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amathophobia- fear of dust.  Heheh GOTCHA.  I think I'm pretty cool with it.  Just white glove my house and you will see that.  No fear no fear here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barophobia- fear of gravity.  Hmm.  Well, I'm not exactly crazy about what it has done to my body but I can accept it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Botanophobia- fear of plants!  HAH!  PLANTS fear ME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleptophobia- fear of stealing.  I CERTAINLY have this one.  Really.  We all should.  Stealing=crime which =punishable offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clinophobia- fear of going to bed.  Hmmph!  NOT I!  My kids on the other hand.  I think they do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obesophobia- fear of gaining weight.  Uh yeah!  (And I know I'm not alone here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pediculophobia- fear of lice.  Actually I have to say if I ever EVER see one of these again I may just shave the entire family and skip town.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and lastly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Polyphobia- really good they invented this one.  "fear of many things"  pretty much sums me up I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For the rest of the list check &lt;a href="http://phobialist.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4883695742252851181?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4883695742252851181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4883695742252851181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4883695742252851181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4883695742252851181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/phobic.html' title='Phobic'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4010462413414295055</id><published>2009-11-05T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:01:19.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Falling Leaves&lt;br /&gt;Twirling swiftly to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Last bursts of color&lt;br /&gt;Bright hues all around.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking in deeply&lt;br /&gt;A Father's love.&lt;br /&gt;All for His children&lt;br /&gt;As He watches, delighted,from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;for bursting colors of Fall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for reminding me that my children are precious and here, and in good health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for favor when I need it most&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for faraway friends who pop into my life at just the right time.  Bringing smiles to my          face and encouragement to my heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for a warm cuddly dog who keeps my feet warm at night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for books, an escape from reality and sometimes a check back into God's type of planning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for patience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I've been forgiven.  When it mattered.  Always.  Not just sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for a growing sense that I have much and for a gnawing push that I can give more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lists.  May I complete mine.  On Your time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Thank You for pressing me in the direction You wish me to go.  May I heed Your words.  May I find them as delightfully pleasing as I think I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4010462413414295055?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4010462413414295055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4010462413414295055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4010462413414295055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4010462413414295055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6185592824295293907</id><published>2009-11-04T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:00:33.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need An I-Touch</title><content type='html'>Why?  Because...there's an app for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any OTHER reason to have one?  To me it sounds like the pharmacy of the techno world.  I mostly am wondering if it could help me with the biggest phobia I have.  Disposaphobia.  The fear of throwing things away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I need blog topics I thought maybe I'd go through a memory box or two or seven.  I went down to the basement and got this teeny tiny box.  Downright small I tell ya.  But the contents.  Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIkjnb6c4I/AAAAAAAABTE/Mj01wj3JYtA/s1600-h/DSCN1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIkjnb6c4I/AAAAAAAABTE/Mj01wj3JYtA/s400/DSCN1655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400419097470727042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's what I call a "Harold suspect".  When I was about 11 or 12 years old I was entertaining my neighbors.  I was goofy kid.  I liked to make people laugh.  So as I was roaming the neighborhood on my bike I happened upon this smooth round crisp white rock.  I picked it up and began to tell the kids around me all about him.  His name was Harold.  Harold had a life.  Yes.  Harold was cream of the crop.  I was adopting Harold.  So I finished an elaborate tale about him and promptly put him into the handkerchief that  was tied to the "boy's bar" of my ten-speed bike.  Harold was indeed riding in style as I usually reserved the handkerchief for this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIhzEiZsvI/AAAAAAAABR8/D2xBjeoY5Lk/s1600-h/DSCN1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIhzEiZsvI/AAAAAAAABR8/D2xBjeoY5Lk/s400/DSCN1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400416064445723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my pet Guinea Pig, Penwick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the way home I lost Harold.  So from that day on I collected Harold suspects.  Rocks that MIGHT in fact BE Harold.  My long lost rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIkjQlTnCI/AAAAAAAABS8/gwl0_bGxlQw/s1600-h/DSCN1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIkjQlTnCI/AAAAAAAABS8/gwl0_bGxlQw/s400/DSCN1654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400419091336109090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few of the suspects.  They are leaving town tonight.  In a drove.  I am letting go.  Goodbye my suspect rock friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting rid of this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIki8tkDeI/AAAAAAAABS0/R_i9FD1Ijg0/s1600-h/DSCN1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIki8tkDeI/AAAAAAAABS0/R_i9FD1Ijg0/s400/DSCN1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400419086002032098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean I've only had it since the SIXTH grade!!!  Care of Children's Hospital when I was diagnosed with &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Mastoiditis"&gt;Mastoiditis&lt;/a&gt;.  It did a fine job of posititioning my arm for IVs but it's time to let it go.  I thought maybe I needed a momento but I am still doing a fine job of remembering that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was positive I got Mastoiditis because I let a "cool" high-schooler talk me into taking a puff of her cigarette.  God was punishing me I thought.  Or maybe somehow the closeness of cigarette smoke was infecting my ear.  I'm partially deaf in my left ear now.  So if I make it a point to position my left ear to you take the hint and be quiet.  JUST KIDDING.  Whatever the cause I was there.  Hospitalized.  And forced to endure way too many IVs.  NOT COOL.  The last night I was there I threw a terrible tantrum in my hospital bed.  I screamed and kicked and pounded because they were going to draw yet another line.  I had had enough and told them so.  I was not a happy camper.  Honestly looking back?  Somebody should have spanked my bratty behind.  Especially since I also remember visiting a little boy in the next room,  a few years younger, who was having far worse issues than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad taking me to the grocery store after we left the hospital.  He told me to pick out anything I wanted.  I picked a pack of spearmint Freshen Up gum and a coconut.  Unlike a few of my other hospital stays I was NOT happy to return home to a full house of siblings.  I had come to enjoy my parental visits where they belonged ONLY to ME for an hour or two a night.  I cried like a spoiled brat more than once.  Sorry sis, bro, sis and bro.  I do love you.  But it was "me" time.  My inner middle child relishing in parental attention.  Even if it did mean enduring needle weilding nurses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6185592824295293907?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6185592824295293907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6185592824295293907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6185592824295293907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6185592824295293907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-i-touch.html' title='I Need An I-Touch'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SvIkjnb6c4I/AAAAAAAABTE/Mj01wj3JYtA/s72-c/DSCN1655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8977848253217844593</id><published>2009-11-03T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:32:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Library</title><content type='html'>We have a lot of books at my house.  Each kid has their own bookcase.  No less than one hundred on each.  I love the smell of books, the feel of books, the taste--no no I haven't really tasted a book.  Really I haven't.  I do love to read though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here I am typing and retyping my lines because I promised to post ONLY delightful posts this month.  Oh my but how I'd like to spin this tale the other way.  My favorite little girl and I spent over an hour in the library this evening while she asked me if they had books on this or that.  I'd show her said books on this or that and she'd say, "Oh." or "Mmm."   As I said this post could go a different way so instead I'm going to keep my promise and ask for suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have reading suggestions for an eight year old girl?  Not Junie B. Jones.  Not American Girl.  That won't cut it for her.  She did end up with a few books but we have many more trips to make and I want her to experience the joy of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to pick some fabulous books for the future pilot.  Click Clack Moo among them.  Oh and I put &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Martina-Beautiful-Cockroach-Carmen-Deedy/dp/1561454680/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257301530&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; on order.  I had the delightful opportunity of being dragged into the library after a field trip last year by my daughter where I was invited to finish out the day with her.  We arrived back to school just in time for story time and let me tell you I LOVED this book.  I can't wait to hold it in my hands.  Heh heh.  La cucharachita es muy inteligente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8977848253217844593?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8977848253217844593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8977848253217844593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8977848253217844593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8977848253217844593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/library.html' title='The Library'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6430279587280622349</id><published>2009-11-02T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:15:25.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Me With a some...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8egNnIKgI/AAAAAAAABRc/hiGZdTHwkjI/s1600-h/DSCN1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8egNnIKgI/AAAAAAAABRc/hiGZdTHwkjI/s400/DSCN1628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399568016998935042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this happen to other people?  I was cleaning out the pantry &lt;s&gt;my all time favorite past time&lt;/s&gt; and found these.  TWO bags of JUST knives!  Plastic cutlery.  I didn't buy them in bulk.  These are leftovers.  Doesn't anyone ever use plastic knives anymore?  I'm guessing not since this is probably 8 years worth of leftover knives (and no I do NOT rewash them after each use).  Odd.  Hmm.  Anyone having a bagel party?  I can bring the spreaders!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the house earlier today, after picking up the future pilot from pre-school, and smelled something that didn't smell too good.  For the past hour I have been trying to figure out what in the heck my beloved husband cooked in the mere 20 minutes I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8efxKQm1I/AAAAAAAABRU/Ix8IMCHt2PY/s1600-h/DSCN1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8efxKQm1I/AAAAAAAABRU/Ix8IMCHt2PY/s400/DSCN1629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399568009361660754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I should add that "I" am responsible for the pungent smell.  Chicken breasts simmering in a vinegar/rub concoction for pulled chicken sandwiches later this evening.  Yea, yea, I know.  I'm a bonehead.  (Really glad I didn't grumble to "the Law" about the "smell")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counters today.  Not even one week after they were clear and pristine for overnight company.  Nice huh?  Oh but get this.  I asked "the Law" if we could have Thanksgiving at our house this year and he said "Sure YOU can".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8efgtv52I/AAAAAAAABRM/remqrK15cfE/s1600-h/DSCN1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8efgtv52I/AAAAAAAABRM/remqrK15cfE/s400/DSCN1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399568004947109730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My goodness what a nice man he is.  I wonder if it's because he'll be working all day.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6430279587280622349?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6430279587280622349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6430279587280622349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6430279587280622349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6430279587280622349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/cut-me-with-some.html' title='Cut Me With &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; some...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su8egNnIKgI/AAAAAAAABRc/hiGZdTHwkjI/s72-c/DSCN1628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7779377787999119027</id><published>2009-11-01T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:12:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And We Begin...Again</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of November and I haven't yet seen a NoBloPoMoFoGoEvDa challenge.  Instead I'm just going to try it.  All on my own.  NovemberBlogPostMonthForGoodEveryDay.  Whatcha think?  Can I do it?  I'm going to try.  Not because someone told me to but because I need a goal.  And sugar is ruining my thinner me race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rules?  Uplifting.  Delights.  No dilemmas.  For one month.  Seriously.  Who wants bad news?  Certainly not me.  So here goes my first uplifting post of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su49Q2Xkk9I/AAAAAAAABQU/nsCXLjHAoLY/s1600-h/DSCN1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su49Q2Xkk9I/AAAAAAAABQU/nsCXLjHAoLY/s400/DSCN1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399320362945385426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaves in bright color.  Rich and breathtaking.  I pass just about every time I return home.  Every time I drive a little slower and remark to myself, "I have GOT to capture this moment."  Today I did.  I DID!  With my lookouts (the kids) cheering me on.  You see I had to stop in the middle of the road to take these pictures.  I even, very illegally backed up to try and take it (before I put the kids on "lookout patrol"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su4_4ojbM-I/AAAAAAAABQk/VVco8L98EOg/s1600-h/DSCN1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su4_4ojbM-I/AAAAAAAABQk/VVco8L98EOg/s400/DSCN1625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399323245455029218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turned around to see two cars passing me going in the opposite direction wondering what in the heck I was doing.  Sheesh.  If they had JUST looked around them they would have known instantly right?  Am I right?  Please say I'm right.  I don't look good in white and my arms don't need to be locked in front of me.  I have way too much laundry to fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su4_4032kBI/AAAAAAAABQs/0sLlcQmt6NE/s1600-h/DSCN1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su4_4032kBI/AAAAAAAABQs/0sLlcQmt6NE/s400/DSCN1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399323248761933842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So then.  With the kids on patrol  I went to the end of the road and did a U-ee and turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su4-hzCgKCI/AAAAAAAABQc/ExGmWTIYQcM/s1600-h/DSCN1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su4-hzCgKCI/AAAAAAAABQc/ExGmWTIYQcM/s400/DSCN1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321753621112866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Fall.  I love the Creator of Fall.  God is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7779377787999119027?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7779377787999119027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7779377787999119027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7779377787999119027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7779377787999119027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-we-beginagain.html' title='And We Begin...Again'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Su49Q2Xkk9I/AAAAAAAABQU/nsCXLjHAoLY/s72-c/DSCN1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5180499537341866729</id><published>2009-10-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:03:40.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I think my fascination with blogging is wearing off.  Either that or maybe I'm just getting lazy.  Or busy.  I'm not sure.  One thing is for certain though.  I should never use those excuses to for not thanking God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Thankful that the guest room is almost put together for expected company.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Thankful for company.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thankful for a beautiful weekend in Ocracoke, NC last weekend.  (Blog to follow--I think)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Thankful for team work thanks to my honey too.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Thankful for kids who did great at their jobs in the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Thankful that my oldest seems to have survived the totaling of his truck with enough to pay it off.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Thankful that I look around and see too much instead of not enough.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Thankful for good books.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Thankful for the job I know God has waiting for my dear friend (you know who you are and you also know that HE holds you in the palm of His hand and is ready to bless you 100 fold).&lt;br /&gt;10.  Thankful for coffee.  (Oh and for a certain playlist selection over &lt;a href="http://jenniferstanford.typepad.com/life_with_the_stanfords/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Are you thankful for coffee too Mrs. Standford?)  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I thank thee&lt;br /&gt;for the things You've given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5180499537341866729?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5180499537341866729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5180499537341866729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5180499537341866729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5180499537341866729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursday_22.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3797572186392105688</id><published>2009-10-01T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T02:54:29.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>What a week this has been.  God has blessed me and my family beyond words.  And oh the grace, HIS grace.  So I thank YOU God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   for continuing to wow me every single day.&lt;br /&gt;2.   for bringing my son home safe--even after rolling his truck.&lt;br /&gt;3.   for never giving up on any single child of Your kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;4.   for giving me patience and kindness when I really would rather be screaming, crying and gnashing my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;5.   for wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;6.   for peace.&lt;br /&gt;7.   for hope.&lt;br /&gt;8.   for light bulbs that seem to suddenly go on.  May they not flicker out or grow dim.&lt;br /&gt;9.   for the means to go on in a crazy mixed up world.&lt;br /&gt;10. for listeners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God with You every single thing is possible and true and good.  Thank you for leading your children in ways beyond my imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3797572186392105688?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3797572186392105688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3797572186392105688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3797572186392105688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3797572186392105688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6612156883424493719</id><published>2009-09-17T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:42:47.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Tis Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;THE day,&lt;br /&gt;Here to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Word that I may be permanently sanctioned to my 20 minute commute and not have to go to the "other" place or guess if I might have to go.  Woot!&lt;br /&gt;2.    That my little guy has decided he LOVES pre-school after me having to pick him up off of the floor the first morning and dragging him to the car.&lt;br /&gt;3.    That the diet is going well and I'm not craving sugar.&lt;br /&gt;4.    That I've finally decided what kind of car I want.  I think.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;5.    That the weekend is projected to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;6.    That the house is not it's normal chaotic place--as it usually is when the law is not home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;7.     That a dear friend is closer to getting a new position that will decrease her long and tedious commute.  Yahooo!&lt;br /&gt;8.     That people have told me they are glad I have joined their work team.  Thank you God for wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;9.     That I LOVE my job!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10.   That I have decided to be come less obsessed with land deals and let God (and my husband) lead this train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the joy I can't keep down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6612156883424493719?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6612156883424493719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6612156883424493719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6612156883424493719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6612156883424493719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful-thursday_17.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6533741540618089940</id><published>2009-09-11T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:22:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>9/11/2001:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Office neighbors who never before communicated with us rush to tell us we must come see what they just saw on television.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another plane goes down and co-workers bolt from the building stating, "It's not safe."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As unofficial office manager I panic and think, "I can't go.  Customer service never quits."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A straggling co-worker grabs me by my arm and points to my growing belly and says, "YOU need to leave NOW."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every radio station blares of terror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to reach family members by cell phone and can't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry as I hear my father telling friends over ham radio that he's trying to account for all of his children and in a panicked state can't remember my call-sign or catch a break in the airwaves to tell him I'm okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once home I sit on the couch and stare at the TV.  Massaging the unborn baby in my womb wondering what I have done in bringing this tiny helpless child into this unpredictable and crazy world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend calls and asks what I am doing about my son.  My son?  MY SON? Who is still at school and I have no idea if I'm "allowed" to go and get him so I can huddle up on the couch with those most dear to me and hide from this cold cruel world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planes and helicopters persist through the sky throughout the night.  An ominous feeling looms.  Are they friendly?  Are they more terrorists?  Why do they keep flying?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward to today, 9/11/2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to the World Trade Center.  Before or after that horrific day.  I wasn't inside or that close to any of the sites where terror rained down.  But I will never forget.  I will never forget those who must have felt what I felt one hundred times more intensely.  Those who perished as a result of the destruction.   I will never forget those who were injured or worse, died as a result of trying to save those who were targeted.  And I will never ever forget those who, to this day, are still fighting to stop what was started so long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqpN53IwnJI/AAAAAAAABQE/2Rr0mS4E8Qc/s1600-h/DSCN1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqpN53IwnJI/AAAAAAAABQE/2Rr0mS4E8Qc/s400/DSCN1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380198361296051346" 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/3530815439928715668-6533741540618089940?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6533741540618089940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6533741540618089940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6533741540618089940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6533741540618089940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqpN53IwnJI/AAAAAAAABQE/2Rr0mS4E8Qc/s72-c/DSCN1268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5787673764567186696</id><published>2009-09-10T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:42:29.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10&lt;br /&gt;then He's blessing me again.&lt;br /&gt;Week after week,&lt;br /&gt;Even as I speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     That my wonderful husband took off work to take the future pilot for his physical!  (Especially since he ended up on the receiving end of four vaccination needles that I had no idea were due)&lt;br /&gt;2.    That the future pilot didn't even cry when he got those shots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.    That my future pilot thinks to be thankful (like tonight when he ate and then gave me a great big hug while he thanked me for bringing home pizza!).&lt;br /&gt;4.    That my work week was full and my brain was worked and that I feel satisfied about it all.&lt;br /&gt;5.    That I am able to take tomorrow off to watch my last baby start pre-school.  Praying I don't cry though.&lt;br /&gt;6.    That I have tomorrow off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7.    For the rekindling of old friendships.&lt;br /&gt;8.    For glimpses of &lt;s&gt;tiny&lt;/s&gt; growing babies A and B.&lt;br /&gt;9.    That my favorite first born son orchestrated a wonderful cake extravaganza for my mom's b-day this week.&lt;br /&gt;10.  For peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5787673764567186696?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5787673764567186696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5787673764567186696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5787673764567186696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5787673764567186696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful-thursday_10.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1918231660843122206</id><published>2009-09-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:27:04.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Labor Day...</title><content type='html'>so why do I feel like I should be working?  DOING something?  I typically have Monday's off so a three day weekend is not new to me.  I do have my two younger kids home with me today since there is no school and my husband is at work because there is no break from crime and the "law" is always needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glancing around my house and am feeling fearful.  The land deal we were working on fell through and that's okay with me.  If it was meant to be or is meant to be God will open the doors for us.  Right now I'm obsessing about holding onto things.  Things that should be less important than sanity and sanctity.  I feel compelled to make this a work on your house day but am having a really hard time making myself get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note I have made some progress in the freezer department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU_cmnt4cI/AAAAAAAABP8/xCblOgh8S_4/s1600-h/DSCN1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU_cmnt4cI/AAAAAAAABP8/xCblOgh8S_4/s400/DSCN1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775090599944642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU_caJdrpI/AAAAAAAABP0/c51ekZnxnJg/s1600-h/DSCN1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU_caJdrpI/AAAAAAAABP0/c51ekZnxnJg/s400/DSCN1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775087251828370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9TZbic8I/AAAAAAAABOk/ni07iiJONtE/s1600-h/DSCN1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9TZbic8I/AAAAAAAABOk/ni07iiJONtE/s400/DSCN1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378772733417124802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9TzmTqFI/AAAAAAAABOs/jTs9H0mv7gc/s1600-h/DSCN1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9TzmTqFI/AAAAAAAABOs/jTs9H0mv7gc/s400/DSCN1264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378772740441614418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a start right?  Honest, I did NOT shove it into the other freezers (in other words though I know it is NOT ME Monday I did not participate in that today).  Tooting my own horn here even if it is baby steps for your pro clean house keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just not do anything today.  I mean after all.  This is my LAST Monday for a while when both my little ones are home.  The future pilot starts pre-school, &lt;sniff&gt; Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did make this today--strictly because I was tired of maneuvering around the stinking oversized box it came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9VaJuJtI/AAAAAAAABPE/kF6V1U3CUrg/s1600-h/DSCN1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9VaJuJtI/AAAAAAAABPE/kF6V1U3CUrg/s400/DSCN1258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378772767970567890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And who knows maybe later I will begin to sort and compile years worth of recipes cut from magazines and newspapers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9U2yBSAI/AAAAAAAABO8/f12P89V0lZU/s1600-h/DSCN1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9U2yBSAI/AAAAAAAABO8/f12P89V0lZU/s400/DSCN1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378772758475917314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe on some other Monday I will begin to sort twenty plus years of photographs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9Ue_-9oI/AAAAAAAABO0/aOsNdVk6j_U/s1600-h/DSCN1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU9Ue_-9oI/AAAAAAAABO0/aOsNdVk6j_U/s400/DSCN1260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378772752092034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I have to do something right?  I can not be like the future pilot and do this all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-4HmFTlI/AAAAAAAABPs/55yHqlAwo58/s1600-h/DSCN1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-4HmFTlI/AAAAAAAABPs/55yHqlAwo58/s400/DSCN1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774463796301394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or be like my favorite little girl in the world and hang out in her daddy's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-3lyE_VI/AAAAAAAABPk/ZeO7iMNw1cU/s1600-h/DSCN1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-3lyE_VI/AAAAAAAABPk/ZeO7iMNw1cU/s400/DSCN1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774454719806802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I'm certainly not Dora dog and not afforded the means to curl up in a ball and sleep like this for hours on end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-26TsUKI/AAAAAAAABPc/gwtdY5mQDGc/s1600-h/DSCN1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-26TsUKI/AAAAAAAABPc/gwtdY5mQDGc/s400/DSCN1255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774443049636002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, future Mondays will be well spent.  Cuddling baby A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-1xp53oI/AAAAAAAABPM/z5QqrjCllYc/s1600-h/DSCN1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-1xp53oI/AAAAAAAABPM/z5QqrjCllYc/s400/DSCN1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774423547010690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and baby B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-2U-vnYI/AAAAAAAABPU/hpc-x5i1VsY/s1600-h/DSCN1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU-2U-vnYI/AAAAAAAABPU/hpc-x5i1VsY/s400/DSCN1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378774433029660034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and maybe JUST maybe putting my house in order.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1918231660843122206?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1918231660843122206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1918231660843122206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1918231660843122206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1918231660843122206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-labor-day.html' title='It&apos;s Labor Day...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SqU_cmnt4cI/AAAAAAAABP8/xCblOgh8S_4/s72-c/DSCN1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4770859836410189789</id><published>2009-09-03T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:06:21.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Things have just been awesome lately.  I don't know what else to say.  I've been neglecting my blog and LIVING.  I have so very much to be thankful for and it's all been keeping me very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Awesome nephew A born last week!&lt;br /&gt;2.    Awesome nephew B born last week!! (Twin of nephew A by the way)  Adorable additions to the world.  THANK YOU GOD!&lt;br /&gt;3.    The wonderful new position that has been keeping me enthusiastic about learning new things and filling me with wonder.  I've been told it will exhaust my enthusiasm soon but I am not believing it.  LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;4.    The smooth start of a brand new school year.  Thank you God for kids that love to learn.&lt;br /&gt;5.    The prospect of a new property.  It's been a little touch and go but it's teaching me to trust in God that he will lead us.&lt;br /&gt;6.    Beautifully cool weather that reminds me why I love Autumn so  much.&lt;br /&gt;7.    A husband who helps out with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;8.    For a quiet night at home watching my little one sleep peacefully beside me.&lt;br /&gt;9.    For the God sent angel who matched months worth of un-mated socks, scrubbed my kitchen floor, and took care of my sick kids.  (Thank you Mom.  I'd be lost without all you do)&lt;br /&gt;10.  For take-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing me and my family.  Thank you that I've been more happy these last two weeks than I remember being in quite some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4770859836410189789?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4770859836410189789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4770859836410189789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4770859836410189789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4770859836410189789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7938638464937744603</id><published>2009-08-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:18:33.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>Friday night fun to be had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHV9n_WII/AAAAAAAABNk/eK0bz_xWnus/s1600-h/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHV9n_WII/AAAAAAAABNk/eK0bz_xWnus/s400/DSCN1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372943166842296450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCIIPHuTxI/AAAAAAAABOM/5kMd-kXWYyI/s1600-h/DSCN1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCIIPHuTxI/AAAAAAAABOM/5kMd-kXWYyI/s400/DSCN1168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372944030532259602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy tickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHW5SLtvI/AAAAAAAABN0/dFun6VaWaS8/s1600-h/DSCN1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHW5SLtvI/AAAAAAAABN0/dFun6VaWaS8/s400/DSCN1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372943182856959730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHXUWbevI/AAAAAAAABN8/ZW_m4OEi_II/s1600-h/DSCN1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHXUWbevI/AAAAAAAABN8/ZW_m4OEi_II/s400/DSCN1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372943190122527474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCIIXhavWI/AAAAAAAABOU/7MetzyESH60/s1600-h/DSCN1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCIIXhavWI/AAAAAAAABOU/7MetzyESH60/s400/DSCN1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372944032787512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glances taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHWaz_P1I/AAAAAAAABNs/Ewyit2cTIpA/s1600-h/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHWaz_P1I/AAAAAAAABNs/Ewyit2cTIpA/s400/DSCN1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372943174677249874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter abounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHXzqCu-I/AAAAAAAABOE/IsqATiL-lSI/s1600-h/DSCN1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHXzqCu-I/AAAAAAAABOE/IsqATiL-lSI/s400/DSCN1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372943198526290914" 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/3530815439928715668-7938638464937744603?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7938638464937744603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7938638464937744603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7938638464937744603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7938638464937744603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/08/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SpCHV9n_WII/AAAAAAAABNk/eK0bz_xWnus/s72-c/DSCN1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5286029920917334270</id><published>2009-08-20T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:57:01.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday is Back...</title><content type='html'>Been pretty busy here and working late&lt;br /&gt;Thanking God would still be great so here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    For a brand spankin' new job!  Wooot!  Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;2.    For a night out with the girls.  Nice unwinding.&lt;br /&gt;3.    For a mom who let my little girl come spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;4.    For a daughter who came all the way from Grandma's just to give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;5.    For a mom who made dinner for the family tonight to keep me out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;6.    For a dad who blessed me with land and a close proximity to my family.&lt;br /&gt;7.    For a loving husband.&lt;br /&gt;8.    That the Mario ban is over and the future pilot is free to play again!&lt;br /&gt;9.    That my work commute will now sometimes be ONE QUARTER of what I usually drive. &lt;br /&gt;10.  That I can go to bed early tonight and get some major sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5286029920917334270?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5286029920917334270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5286029920917334270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5286029920917334270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5286029920917334270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/08/thankful-thursday-is-back.html' title='Thankful Thursday is Back...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5384654530136795917</id><published>2009-08-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:00:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children Are Starving In...</title><content type='html'>China.  Not so here.  Defrosting the iceberg that had formed in the bottom of "one" of my freezers opened my stupidly shut eyes to a real mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are food hoarders.    Not cool.  Especially when you realize, at some point, you must consolidate a few things in emergencies and may not have the space to store everything.  Like when a freezer breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi_dqIxBI/AAAAAAAABL8/sYUkG-roqDI/s1600-h/DSCN1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi_dqIxBI/AAAAAAAABL8/sYUkG-roqDI/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244023188407314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every trip I made to another freezer embarrassed me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi-Pchz2I/AAAAAAAABLk/GBjug15wTCE/s1600-h/DSCN1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi-Pchz2I/AAAAAAAABLk/GBjug15wTCE/s400/DSCN1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244002193362786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when these demons kept falling out repeatedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi-73NY-I/AAAAAAAABL0/EhqhXSiz1-g/s1600-h/DSCN1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi-73NY-I/AAAAAAAABL0/EhqhXSiz1-g/s400/DSCN1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244014116430818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone besides me notice the 'trend of frozen treats'?  I am not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi-YneKSI/AAAAAAAABLs/eVYJGa1gRbw/s1600-h/DSCN1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi-YneKSI/AAAAAAAABLs/eVYJGa1gRbw/s400/DSCN1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244004655180066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I scoped the frozen tundras  I noticed some equally stocked shelves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNjOK6AllI/AAAAAAAABMM/biN_ogcG7hE/s1600-h/DSCN1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNjOK6AllI/AAAAAAAABMM/biN_ogcG7hE/s400/DSCN1147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244275852744274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we need to do something about this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNjNl7OHoI/AAAAAAAABME/qLCmLGYgYdA/s1600-h/DSCN1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNjNl7OHoI/AAAAAAAABME/qLCmLGYgYdA/s400/DSCN1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244265925713538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi9kEZSEI/AAAAAAAABLc/bX5QuE8PIEo/s1600-h/DSCN1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi9kEZSEI/AAAAAAAABLc/bX5QuE8PIEo/s400/DSCN1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369243990549416002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is on.  I am making a pact (with myself) that I am not going to buy anything but bread, milk, cheese and sandwich meat until these wastelands whither to a more acceptable storehouse.  Wish me luck folks.  My family is NOT going to be pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5384654530136795917?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5384654530136795917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5384654530136795917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5384654530136795917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5384654530136795917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/08/children-are-starving-in.html' title='Children Are Starving In...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNi_dqIxBI/AAAAAAAABL8/sYUkG-roqDI/s72-c/DSCN1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3016270470056111234</id><published>2009-08-12T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:44:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free The Peas...Or How I Spent My Monday</title><content type='html'>Long time no see blog world.  Sorry for the lack of entertainment--if you occasionally find that sort of thing here.  Work is smacking me in the face and the chores at home are piling up.  Once task I've been putting off for far too long is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNepqHZ6ZI/AAAAAAAABLM/-_tMEeJ67jI/s1600-h/DSCN1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNepqHZ6ZI/AAAAAAAABLM/-_tMEeJ67jI/s400/DSCN1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369239250528758162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice picks freak me out.  Have ever since some horror movie long long ago deemed one the perfect weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that was before my freezer decided to go haywire and keep my food captive.  Free peas.  What a wonderful sight.  Thank you Mr. Pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNeqdFkZbI/AAAAAAAABLU/tPeMcLBxrdI/s1600-h/DSCN1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNeqdFkZbI/AAAAAAAABLU/tPeMcLBxrdI/s400/DSCN1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369239264211264946" 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/3530815439928715668-3016270470056111234?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3016270470056111234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3016270470056111234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3016270470056111234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3016270470056111234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-peasor-how-i-spent-my-monday.html' title='Free The Peas...Or How I Spent My Monday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SoNepqHZ6ZI/AAAAAAAABLM/-_tMEeJ67jI/s72-c/DSCN1130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-8583461334555280541</id><published>2009-07-31T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:00:03.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Dinner AND A Show</title><content type='html'>I've been to tons of weddings in my lifetime but I must say I've never been afforded dinner AND a show.  You really can't call the wedding ceremony a show because well. It's a ceremony.  You can't clap and applaud and woot.  Churches are sacred vessels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's this for dining enjoyment?  I gotta say this couple will have one fun life if they walk through it in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QujA8YYgTWU&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QujA8YYgTWU&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-8583461334555280541?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/8583461334555280541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=8583461334555280541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8583461334555280541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/8583461334555280541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-dinner-and-show.html' title='Finally Dinner AND A Show'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5597985383965777050</id><published>2009-07-30T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:40:11.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>It's been an awesome week for me.  I'm finding myself with a cheek twinged smile planted across my face and believe me there is no better feeling than pure joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Thank you God for awakened senses that focus on your beautiful creations in new ways.&lt;br /&gt;2.     Thank you for wonderful news this week (even if I am not supposed to speak of it yet).&lt;br /&gt;3.     Thank you for an awesome reading 7 year old who is right now reading to the future pilot and teaching him patiently at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4.     Thank you for family near and far that enable visits short and long to give my days delight.&lt;br /&gt;5.     Thank you for understanding me and dealing with me in ways only You can.&lt;br /&gt;6.     Thank you for barbecue Fritos (shhh don't tell anyone who knows I'm dieting).&lt;br /&gt;7.      Thank you for a week of vacation bible school to teach me in the ways of a child thus reteaching me instructions I might have glossed over in the past.&lt;br /&gt;8.      Thank you that &lt;a href="www.mycharmkingkids.net"&gt;Stellan &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="www.gavinowens.blogspot.com"&gt;Gavin &lt;/a&gt;are still fighting warriors.&lt;br /&gt;9.      Thank you for summer vacation and time to spend with my kids without the rush rush of homework.&lt;br /&gt;10.    Thank you for finances that are in good order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a thankful heart I confess,&lt;br /&gt;Every day it's me You bless.&lt;br /&gt;I am not deserving,&lt;br /&gt;Not rightfully serving,&lt;br /&gt;but You are there,&lt;br /&gt;always willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God above,&lt;br /&gt;Your examples show me love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God so near,&lt;br /&gt;Your presence shields my fear.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your Son,&lt;br /&gt;My life, my love, you've won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5597985383965777050?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5597985383965777050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5597985383965777050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5597985383965777050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5597985383965777050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/thankful-thursday_30.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-198777645948539715</id><published>2009-07-29T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:50:30.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens</title><content type='html'>Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXj_LZhI/AAAAAAAABEk/ShCzqGsdvkc/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXj_LZhI/AAAAAAAABEk/ShCzqGsdvkc/s400/DSCN0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598837463836178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grimy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXZ7w78I/AAAAAAAABEc/3fWoerOPJCk/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXZ7w78I/AAAAAAAABEc/3fWoerOPJCk/s400/DSCN0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598834765164482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXKxrgSI/AAAAAAAABEU/-Qrj7sTMgwE/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXKxrgSI/AAAAAAAABEU/-Qrj7sTMgwE/s400/DSCN0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598830696333602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oW1uoOMI/AAAAAAAABEM/HePlDnoUFmc/s1600-h/DSCN0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oW1uoOMI/AAAAAAAABEM/HePlDnoUFmc/s400/DSCN0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598825046390978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grateful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SnDe6cyCiuI/AAAAAAAABK0/7dKTPHDfVxE/s1600-h/DSCN0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SnDe6cyCiuI/AAAAAAAABK0/7dKTPHDfVxE/s400/DSCN0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364032251938114274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's gotta gift'a growin.' Great gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-198777645948539715?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/198777645948539715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=198777645948539715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/198777645948539715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/198777645948539715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/05/gardens.html' title='Gardens'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oXj_LZhI/AAAAAAAABEk/ShCzqGsdvkc/s72-c/DSCN0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2678165338206349371</id><published>2009-07-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:45:17.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz Buzz Buzz</title><content type='html'>The future pilot has moved on from being totally obsessed with airplanes to being totally obsessed with tiny legged creatures when he's not obsessed with airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts his findings in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5EjM6srAI/AAAAAAAABKk/xLWt4eqmT6c/s1600-h/DSCN0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5EjM6srAI/AAAAAAAABKk/xLWt4eqmT6c/s400/DSCN0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363299577798372354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been crickets, spiders, lightning bugs.  But lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5EjuxoWQI/AAAAAAAABKs/SNzMgU0ZyHw/s1600-h/DSCN1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5EjuxoWQI/AAAAAAAABKs/SNzMgU0ZyHw/s400/DSCN1001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363299586887145730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He catches them himself.  Don't ask me how he gets them in there.  He's relentless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he got braver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He figured out a way to hold them from behind so they can't sting him.  I didn't know what to say.  I mean we've told him not to catch them because he could get stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5Ei0lAxLI/AAAAAAAABKc/5eIA5KHk5Js/s1600-h/bee+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5Ei0lAxLI/AAAAAAAABKc/5eIA5KHk5Js/s400/bee+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363299571264963762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then.  It happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes us now.  Brave lil trooper.  He didn't cry and he didn't release the other bumble bees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I add that bee did a face plant too.  I'm positive I removed half his nose from my little guy's finger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2678165338206349371?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2678165338206349371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2678165338206349371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2678165338206349371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2678165338206349371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/buzz-buzz-buzz.html' title='Buzz Buzz Buzz'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sm5EjM6srAI/AAAAAAAABKk/xLWt4eqmT6c/s72-c/DSCN0999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3768792454517422222</id><published>2009-07-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:27:14.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful Sundays</title><content type='html'>We left her a lot this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFi3YT0UI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Pk81oG875ys/s1600-h/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFi3YT0UI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Pk81oG875ys/s400/DSCN0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878459063554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five mornings spent at VBS.  It was for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFi3YT0UI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Pk81oG875ys/s1600-h/DSCN0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFi3YT0UI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Pk81oG875ys/s400/DSCN0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878459063554370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had the run of the house be she knew we were leaving.  She always crates herself when she senses it will be just her (and the radio).  As sad as she looked we still left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFjl2Np4I/AAAAAAAABKE/Epvw18X58eg/s1600-h/DSCN0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFjl2Np4I/AAAAAAAABKE/Epvw18X58eg/s400/DSCN0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878471537010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFjGgOjJI/AAAAAAAABJ8/F7GSmf_JU98/s1600-h/DSCN0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFjGgOjJI/AAAAAAAABJ8/F7GSmf_JU98/s400/DSCN0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878463123295378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzGJnGq-aI/AAAAAAAABKM/pZ7WPVvdyh8/s1600-h/DSCN0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzGJnGq-aI/AAAAAAAABKM/pZ7WPVvdyh8/s400/DSCN0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362879124709505442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anything cuter in the summer world than flipper feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzGJ63JZKI/AAAAAAAABKU/MsYyjuGJYMw/s1600-h/DSCN0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzGJ63JZKI/AAAAAAAABKU/MsYyjuGJYMw/s400/DSCN0974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362879130013099170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a week it has been.  Now to go start working on my neglected laundry.  So long fun.  It was great visiting with you for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3768792454517422222?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3768792454517422222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3768792454517422222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3768792454517422222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3768792454517422222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/peaceful-sundays.html' title='Peaceful Sundays'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SmzFi3YT0UI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Pk81oG875ys/s72-c/DSCN0962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7202072879679268917</id><published>2009-07-23T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:43:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thursday is here.  It is finally here!  Thank you God for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    A week off to spend with the kids and the opportunity to teach a class full of second graders all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Two glorious days at the pool with the kids and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Banana Boat After Sun.  (See number 2 (OUCH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    A day of rain after our ground was beginning to look like tiny earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    A husband who took the time given while the kids and I were at church to help his mama, bathe our two stinky dogs, and cut the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    For giving us great weather this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.     That I've lasted 4 days with high energy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.     For clean laundry.  Phew  am I the only one who feels like it's always looming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.     For silly little boys who drench themselves in pooled rain water and make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.   For a daughter who rejoices when I am home and thanks me when I least expect it for tasks that are mundane and routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God above&lt;br /&gt;You are the One I love.&lt;br /&gt;The blessings you give to me&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with glee.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God most high,&lt;br /&gt;For granting things money can't buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7202072879679268917?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7202072879679268917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7202072879679268917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7202072879679268917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7202072879679268917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/thankful-thursday_23.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6995289593587531417</id><published>2009-07-17T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:00:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If The Shoe Fits</title><content type='html'>I dressed up for work today.  I rarely do anymore.  I've been between sizes for far too long and I refuse to buy anything new until I am where I want to be.  But I dressed up for work today because I found something that actually fits now.  A nice brown skirt.  A nice fitted beige blouse.  I knew the shoes were all wrong.  I just knew it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the shoes on.  The only brown shoes I own.  Sandals that would have been more fitting for a peasant skirt of the 70's.  Clunky and not a bit fitting for a just below the knee length A-line skirt.  But I wore them and that should have been my first indication that they were trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody stared at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;The shoes were quiet and so was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I decided to animatedly tell a story.  One where I motioned a swift kick to someone's backside.  And that's when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That.&lt;br /&gt;Is.&lt;br /&gt;When.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoe FLEW through the air and.  Over the wall of our shared office space.  Right on the desk of a worker I have never met!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortified I gripped my face.  Afraid to peer over the wall.  Mortified that three of my coworkers knew of nothing but that a flying shoe was hurdling through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By.&lt;br /&gt;The.&lt;br /&gt;Grace.&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was on the other side of the wall.  A workspace that is typically laden with workers was completely empty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank you lovely co-worker who saved me from the embarrassment of limping around the corner and down the aisle, minus a shoe, to retrieve my offending footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes.  Bad bad shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6995289593587531417?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6995289593587531417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6995289593587531417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6995289593587531417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6995289593587531417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If The Shoe Fits'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4856492898051356490</id><published>2009-07-16T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:24:45.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Blessed to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Loved to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    A nice fast dinner with minimal clean up.&lt;br /&gt;2.   For a week of no work at the daily grind next week.&lt;br /&gt;3.   A harmonious house.&lt;br /&gt;4.   A significant weight loss this week that put me back where I was over a month ago.  I WILL SUCCEED.&lt;br /&gt;5.   That flying shoes don't always lead to big big trouble.  (More on that tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;6.    For outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;7.    For kids that LOVE outdoor activities enough to drag themselves away from the tv to participate.&lt;br /&gt;8.    For a heart that has not felt personal burden all week.&lt;br /&gt;9.    For laughter.&lt;br /&gt;10.  For a delicious insurance quote that will save me money (and no it isn't GEICO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusted&lt;br /&gt;Honored&lt;br /&gt;Able&lt;br /&gt;New&lt;br /&gt;Kindred&lt;br /&gt;Full&lt;br /&gt;Undying&lt;br /&gt;Loved&lt;br /&gt;Lasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for all these things you are to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4856492898051356490?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4856492898051356490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4856492898051356490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4856492898051356490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4856492898051356490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/thankful-thursday_16.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4894191465169455780</id><published>2009-07-12T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:19:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Entertainment</title><content type='html'>I dot a told fromb my kids (translation - I got a cold from my kids) but decided to grant their request of an afternoon at the park anyway.  I made them promise not to make me push them on the merry-go-round cuz mama feels like she's got the flu.  Don't worry it's just the whine flu not that other one.  And further don't worry because I won't WHINE to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park is always entertaining for me.  The kids love to go and pretty much do entertain themselves.  Today some family of the Griffins were having a family reunion so there were a lot of people at the park.  No pictures either because I couldn't get any without other kids in them.  I might exploit my own family here but I try not to do it to others without their consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment Act I - Boasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big kid:  I bet I have the biggest shoes here.&lt;br /&gt;My fave lil girl:  I have big shoes too.&lt;br /&gt;Big kid:  But MY shoes are MUCH bigger they are a men's size 9.&lt;br /&gt;My fave lil girl:  Mine are pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;Big kid:  Well mine are maybe a size 8 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Might I mention that Big kid's shoes fell off no less than half a dozen times and when he stood in them there were about two inches from his heel to the back of the shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm wondering what he was trying to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment Act II - Suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young child is heard crying on the bridge of the playset.  Three older girls run to comfort him.  He continues to bawl like the baby he is until he spies the merry-go-round.  As soon as he makes eye contact he walks longingly over to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl:  Do you want to get on?&lt;br /&gt;Young one:  Yes &lt;br /&gt;Little girl put him on and instructs him to hold on.  I watch, with my heart creeping towards my throat, as he scoots to the edge to put his feet down like one of the "cool kids".  Soon he is struggling to hold on and I am sucking in my breath as he tries in vain to scoot towards the center and without success begins to drag beside the merry-go-round.  I leap to my feet and head over just as the same little girl races over and scoops him up.  I was sure he was going to bawl his head off like I'd witnessed on the bridge.  The little girl looks him in the eye and says, "What were you doing?  Are you okay?  How did you do that?  Did you fall off?"  The little boy just grinned from ear to ear and asked to be put on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who these Griffin folks are but kudos to ya'll cuz yer kids sure were polite and friendly and sure were nice to my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4894191465169455780?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4894191465169455780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4894191465169455780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4894191465169455780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4894191465169455780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/park-entertainment.html' title='Park Entertainment'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4150648153484339067</id><published>2009-07-10T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:00:02.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Landed...</title><content type='html'>on my book as I read 'My Sister's Keeper' peacefully on my swing.  I glanced at it and realized I have never in my life been this close to a dragonfly.  I continued to watch it as it devoured a fly hanging from it's mouth.  It would pulse it's mouth a bit and then throw back it's head.  Little by little the fly disappeared.  I thought to myself, "Of all the times for my camera to be INside and not OUT here with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought of my little sis.  The dragonfly has become my symbol for her.  Every time I see one she pops into my head.  I think this is God's way of telling me to think of her and pray for her.  As I watched the fly vanish I remembered a time when we were little.  Inseparable.  Forced together by closeness in age and a lack of other playmates.  I remember the day we caught lady bugs by the handfuls and how when she ran out of hand space she cleverly--or so she thought, opened her mouth and deposited the tiny orange bugs to free her hands to catch more.  It wasn't long before the tickle of bugs caused her to start coughing them out.  The view of exiting bugs was hysterical.  Well maybe not if you ask her but it was rather entertaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil sis, wherever you are.  I hope you are well.  Oh and that you don't swallow any flies.  Leave that to the dragonfly please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4150648153484339067?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4150648153484339067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4150648153484339067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4150648153484339067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4150648153484339067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-landed.html' title='It Landed...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2829237606547598162</id><published>2009-07-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:50:36.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday!  It's Thursday!  Guess what that means.  It means it's time to remind myself of the many blessings God has given me.  I sure love days where I am brimming with warm fuzzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Fruit salad!  It seriously kept me satisfied and helped me refrain from eating a lot more junk than I might have on our recent vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaMcrZpnI/AAAAAAAABJM/xSN_iUxcpjI/s1600-h/DSCN0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaMcrZpnI/AAAAAAAABJM/xSN_iUxcpjI/s400/DSCN0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356638345451120242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  For uncles who remember what joy can be found in squirrel watching and take the time to encourage my children to find entertainment in God's creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaNeaKRzI/AAAAAAAABJc/uIBHNmZbs3Q/s1600-h/DSCN0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaNeaKRzI/AAAAAAAABJc/uIBHNmZbs3Q/s400/DSCN0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356638363095549746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  For more amazing wonders of God, such as this moth which graced our garage as we were packing for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaNG7gZZI/AAAAAAAABJU/iEcPz-Y2kQY/s1600-h/DSCN0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaNG7gZZI/AAAAAAAABJU/iEcPz-Y2kQY/s400/DSCN0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356638356792960402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  For a peaceful house hold--rare when my husband is working and I am alone with the kids.  They've been perfect angels.  I heart perfect angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For patience.  Something God is working in me a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  For a great work week with zero stress.  UNHEARD of on a normal basis.  Soooo thankful for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For friends who call and check on your just because you popped in their head.  (I wonder if they know how hard God works to pop people into their heads because He knows when we need that sort of thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  For the really long extension I got for my vehicle when it didn't pass the emissions test.  May I have a new car before I have to go back (well, or maybe just have the car fixed by then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  For cheap vacations that leave you feeling rested and don't fill you with dread when you return home and peak at your bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  That my husband cared enough about his kids to come home earlier than expected last night to shoot off some sparkly fireworks for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the works of your hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2829237606547598162?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2829237606547598162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2829237606547598162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2829237606547598162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2829237606547598162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/thankful-thursday_09.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlaaMcrZpnI/AAAAAAAABJM/xSN_iUxcpjI/s72-c/DSCN0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1447253606238442345</id><published>2009-07-08T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:10:33.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bul-what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUXYN72VMI/AAAAAAAABJE/PvNl7GEIYRU/s1600-h/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Bulgogi a while ago.  You should try it sometime.  Trust me.  You will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUXYN72VMI/AAAAAAAABJE/PvNl7GEIYRU/s1600-h/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUXYN72VMI/AAAAAAAABJE/PvNl7GEIYRU/s400/test.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356213036652057794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwi and onion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWz5xkgVI/AAAAAAAABI8/fQY_r8VV8V8/s1600-h/DSCN0799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWz5xkgVI/AAAAAAAABI8/fQY_r8VV8V8/s400/DSCN0799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356212412764946770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWzuWtrVI/AAAAAAAABI0/zi7DavBSuTY/s1600-h/DSCN0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWzuWtrVI/AAAAAAAABI0/zi7DavBSuTY/s400/DSCN0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356212409699511634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWzDVoMlI/AAAAAAAABIs/YiY0iq2TB6Y/s1600-h/DSCN0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWzDVoMlI/AAAAAAAABIs/YiY0iq2TB6Y/s400/DSCN0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356212398152233554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWy5X8p9I/AAAAAAAABIk/5mKRadabtME/s1600-h/DSCN0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWy5X8p9I/AAAAAAAABIk/5mKRadabtME/s400/DSCN0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356212395477608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWygI6QsI/AAAAAAAABIc/Rxvttw84HDU/s1600-h/DSCN0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUWygI6QsI/AAAAAAAABIc/Rxvttw84HDU/s400/DSCN0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356212388703650498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU3xklJYI/AAAAAAAABIM/2xnKg4bAlLI/s1600-h/DSCN0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU3xklJYI/AAAAAAAABIM/2xnKg4bAlLI/s400/DSCN0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210280259200386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU4OGNRfI/AAAAAAAABIU/noZMZ4jx2u8/s1600-h/DSCN0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU4OGNRfI/AAAAAAAABIU/noZMZ4jx2u8/s400/DSCN0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210287916434930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU3a6xWPI/AAAAAAAABIE/YG3q_LnxLqc/s1600-h/DSCN0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU3a6xWPI/AAAAAAAABIE/YG3q_LnxLqc/s400/DSCN0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210274178259186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU3BIAFNI/AAAAAAAABH8/sVeOuq4Dzt8/s1600-h/DSCN0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU3BIAFNI/AAAAAAAABH8/sVeOuq4Dzt8/s400/DSCN0814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210267254428882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU2wN0XQI/AAAAAAAABH0/OVADiQfTdI0/s1600-h/DSCN0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUU2wN0XQI/AAAAAAAABH0/OVADiQfTdI0/s400/DSCN0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356210262715424002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe found here http://www.asianinfo.org/asianinfo/issues/bulgogi.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1447253606238442345?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1447253606238442345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1447253606238442345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1447253606238442345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1447253606238442345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/bul-what.html' title='Bul-what?'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SlUXYN72VMI/AAAAAAAABJE/PvNl7GEIYRU/s72-c/test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3263693624091739152</id><published>2009-07-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:36:38.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Be who you want to be.  &lt;br /&gt;Be an individual.  &lt;br /&gt;Be free.  &lt;br /&gt;Feel blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;Feel free.  &lt;br /&gt;Be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy time.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your children.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your spouses.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your parents.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the memories you are making.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the streets you walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some do not have choices.&lt;br /&gt;Some cannot be.&lt;br /&gt;Some are not free.&lt;br /&gt;Some were not so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Some do not feel.&lt;br /&gt;Some sacrificed their time.&lt;br /&gt;Some have lost their children.&lt;br /&gt;Some have lost their spouses.&lt;br /&gt;Some have lost their parents.&lt;br /&gt;Some will have no memories to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Some will not walk at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom isn't free.  Thank you to those who have paid and for those who continue to pay for my freedom.  Thank you to those who serve.  Thank you to those who go without the things I hold most dear to keep our country free. I will not forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3263693624091739152?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3263693624091739152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3263693624091739152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3263693624091739152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3263693624091739152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6665699566622157681</id><published>2009-07-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:28:53.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Them Noah</title><content type='html'>If you are familiar with the bible and the story of Noah you will recall God told him to build an ark.  God also told Noah to let the people know that great floods were coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff is happening in the political world and my mom insists on keeping me informed.  I don't like to think of myself as a stork with it's head in the sand but I do tend to want to be in the land of "LaLa" when it comes to listening to anything that has to do with politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why this is.  I am the middle girl with an older sister and older brother and a younger sister and a younger brother.  Smack dab.  That's me.  I've given this some thought and I think I'm in this land alone.  Family functions turn to crowds around the table discussing politics.  Me?  I find this the perfect time to exit stage right.  I have sand up my nose and in my eyes and I'm probably crunching on quite a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mom was trying to explain the energy bill and what it will do to us again today I was trying to spit out the sand and understand what she was trying to tell me.  I just wasn't getting it.  She just told me to pray that this thing doesn't get passed because it will NOT be a good thing.  That little people will not survive it's toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These types of conversations are becoming more frequent and I'm not sure what to do exactly.  To my brain they are like complicated calculus equations and I just can't figure them all out.  I thought of Noah and how he kept trying to warn people that there WAS going to be water and LOTS of it and that not only were heads gonna roll but they were gonna roll right under the strongest current ever imagined.  People were gonna die!  But the people thought this was absurd and kept on livin' like they were and doin' what they wanted and eventually Noah lost all the neighbors he'd ever known and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is I don't wanna drown and as much as I wanna just turn my head and say, "Bladdy blah dee blah, whatever."  I can't.  Can someone please explain this whole thing to me in terms I might be able to understand?  Pardon me while I go swap the sand from my ears so I can hear what you have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6665699566622157681?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6665699566622157681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6665699566622157681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6665699566622157681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6665699566622157681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-them-noah.html' title='Tell Them Noah'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3772592275137616398</id><published>2009-07-02T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:58:55.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blue Heaven</title><content type='html'>I borrowed this picture.  That means I didn't take it with any intention of profiting on it.  I sure am profiting on it though.  I ogle it daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sk1I6eKcLYI/AAAAAAAABHs/PpoMw0GKTKQ/s1600-h/myblueheaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sk1I6eKcLYI/AAAAAAAABHs/PpoMw0GKTKQ/s400/myblueheaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354015701379853698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love a good beach, the mountains call my name, and I go slowly through the "miniature forest" on the way home every day in the summer.  But this place just speaks peace to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you don't mind I think I'm gonna find me a way to crawl in right there and frolic awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-3772592275137616398?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3772592275137616398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3772592275137616398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3772592275137616398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3772592275137616398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-blue-heaven.html' title='My Blue Heaven'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sk1I6eKcLYI/AAAAAAAABHs/PpoMw0GKTKQ/s72-c/myblueheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-2537923830310653266</id><published>2009-07-02T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:27:15.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thursday has arrived!!!! And Thursdays are sooo much more exciting when they pretend to be Fridays and begin your weekend a whole day earlier.  Thank you God for every single blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vacation.  Yep we are goin' on another one again here real soon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dependable people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Caught up laundry.  Wahoo I'm even FOLDING it as I take it directly from the dryer!  What an awesome concept!&lt;br /&gt;4. For the kept promise from the future pilot when he actually DID EAT his pizza AFTER dessert. (I want dessert-uh.  Mommy-uh can I-uh have dessert-uh?  Where does that come from please tell me!)&lt;br /&gt;5. For energy!!!!! I actually do not feel like I'm fighting a windstorm right now with cement in my socks and that is one awesome feeling.&lt;br /&gt;6. For superdeeduper loooong weekends.&lt;br /&gt;7. For computers!  Well, when I'm playing on them that is.  At work?  Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;8. For Baked Scoops that go awesome with my black bean and corn salsa and don't cost me too many points!&lt;br /&gt;9. For a mom who keeps me informed on the nuts and bolts of politics.  I just get too scared trying to suck it all down.&lt;br /&gt;10. For the break in rainy weather so we can soak in much needed Vitamin D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father I thank thee.&lt;br /&gt;You ARE the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-2537923830310653266?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/2537923830310653266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=2537923830310653266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2537923830310653266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/2537923830310653266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/07/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7404708849441777786</id><published>2009-06-28T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:32:32.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>I was checking Amazon to see if they sold Starbucks Tazo Iced Green tea filter bags.  I'd checked the Starbucks online store and they didn't.  In my travels I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0029DDJEK/sr=8-14/qid=1246228239/ref=olp_product_details?ie=UTF8&amp;me=&amp;qid=1246228239&amp;sr=8-14&amp;seller="&gt;Starbucks 16 ounce Insulated Tumbler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price?  59.99.  Seriously?  Granted you get a discounted refill when you use it I almost deep fried my computer with the spew of beverage I was drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I reading it wrong?  Is it a "collection" of cups?  That seems an awful high price to pay for a plastic cup.  My my my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7404708849441777786?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7404708849441777786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7404708849441777786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7404708849441777786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7404708849441777786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/06/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7400936098327641482</id><published>2009-06-27T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:02:15.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Where I Sit</title><content type='html'>From where I sit the view is vast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXCr5yRyI/AAAAAAAABHE/HMldEU_e6rE/s1600-h/DSCN0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXCr5yRyI/AAAAAAAABHE/HMldEU_e6rE/s400/DSCN0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351990542088685346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where I sit the grass is green,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXC1Nl-OI/AAAAAAAABHM/zVq0maM74-A/s1600-h/DSCN0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXC1Nl-OI/AAAAAAAABHM/zVq0maM74-A/s400/DSCN0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351990544587684066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky, blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXDrCTFTI/AAAAAAAABHc/_kdtbrZ1RFY/s1600-h/DSCN0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXDrCTFTI/AAAAAAAABHc/_kdtbrZ1RFY/s400/DSCN0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351990559035823410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dew fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXDWiGlnI/AAAAAAAABHU/hFZpfXrjcfk/s1600-h/DSCN0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXDWiGlnI/AAAAAAAABHU/hFZpfXrjcfk/s400/DSCN0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351990553532077682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and relaxation tools abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXD0n0oFI/AAAAAAAABHk/HNsMvIeXVoo/s1600-h/DSCN0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXD0n0oFI/AAAAAAAABHk/HNsMvIeXVoo/s400/DSCN0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351990561609130066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy beautiful Saturday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7400936098327641482?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7400936098327641482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7400936098327641482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7400936098327641482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7400936098327641482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-where-i-sit.html' title='From Where I Sit'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkYXCr5yRyI/AAAAAAAABHE/HMldEU_e6rE/s72-c/DSCN0760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1191449248612811101</id><published>2009-06-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:19:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive.  I am still around.  Lurking.  In the darkness.  Contemplating life and enjoying my family.  Cleaning my house.  Trying to stay sane.  I've kind of hit a blog snag and am at the road where I'm asking myself if I should continue this or not.  I've let it consume me at times and that has been weighing heavy on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of town for a bit but it IS Thursday and I do have it in me to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  As I entered my car this morning and flicked on the windshield wipers to erase the morning dew I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkPv9McQDXI/AAAAAAAABGc/5VDRWXGDMPc/s1600-h/062509_05311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkPv9McQDXI/AAAAAAAABGc/5VDRWXGDMPc/s400/062509_05311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351384616837057906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And considering I was still mustering the courage to trudge on to work this "V" for victory made me smile and thank God for hope (and victory) in conquering the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm thankful for friends who listen to me when I whine about falling off the wagon and resolve me to get back on with a good old fashioned weight-loss challenge.  Thanks friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Actually thankful that I spent way too much time focusing on a task at work today which caused me to miss the main course of my lunch.  (Makes me able to eat this less guiltily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkPzx_rAkwI/AAAAAAAABGk/qIIGYP0tvCY/s1600-h/DSCN0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkPzx_rAkwI/AAAAAAAABGk/qIIGYP0tvCY/s400/DSCN0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351388822477247234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.  Thankful that I have energy enough to do a few loads of laundry out so I won't be stuck indoors the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Thankful that my kids are happily playing together with Legos.  Well two different sets of Legos NEXT to each other.  Hey.  Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Thankful that I have yet to decide on what kind of car to buy so I have yet to have a car payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Oh and I should say I'm thankful my lovely vehicle is still alive and kickin'  and getting me to where I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Thankful for crevices such as these that cause delight and awe in eyes of all size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkP2OvFBUAI/AAAAAAAABG0/hU2AoUs04h4/s1600-h/Ash+Cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkP2OvFBUAI/AAAAAAAABG0/hU2AoUs04h4/s400/Ash+Cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351391515262406658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Oh so very thankful for fresh garden produce!  This is all that is left of two nice zucchini and two summer squashes.  They were delish!  I wanted to roast it all but the kids insisted they make zucchini bread with their Grandma.  Who was I to argue since it's THEIR garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkP2_l8BIfI/AAAAAAAABG8/NuuI5p53i58/s1600-h/DSCN0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkP2_l8BIfI/AAAAAAAABG8/NuuI5p53i58/s400/DSCN0759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351392354622317042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Thankful that we have had several days without rain in which to enjoy nice visits on the patio swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God,&lt;br /&gt;You're the One,&lt;br /&gt;Who makes my life&lt;br /&gt;so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1191449248612811101?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1191449248612811101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1191449248612811101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1191449248612811101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1191449248612811101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/06/thankful-thursday_25.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SkPv9McQDXI/AAAAAAAABGc/5VDRWXGDMPc/s72-c/062509_05311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-6418643330824646485</id><published>2009-06-10T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:06:42.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Where has the week gone?  I can't believe that it's Thursday already.  The week has flown.  Such great things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean counters and WINDOWSILLS!!! THAT only happens like twice a year.  (I don't even have a party scheduled in the near future.  CAN I get an amen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh1ZBNOwI/AAAAAAAABF0/bp1poN-s1JQ/s1600-h/DSCN0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh1ZBNOwI/AAAAAAAABF0/bp1poN-s1JQ/s400/DSCN0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880327565687554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  For a little boy that knows how to entertain himself while his mommy works hard to accomplish clean counters and windowsills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh1j1NK8I/AAAAAAAABF8/HGX5PcR6BAo/s1600-h/DSCN0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh1j1NK8I/AAAAAAAABF8/HGX5PcR6BAo/s400/DSCN0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880330468142018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the forest and all it's glorious smells with bright green tones and black black earth.  Mmmm a little piece of heaven every time I pass through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  For wonderful &lt;s&gt;first&lt;/s&gt; second graders who allowed me to spend time with them every week.  I hope to see more of you next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh2L6EM0I/AAAAAAAABGM/5jD3NdsV2F4/s1600-h/DSCN0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh2L6EM0I/AAAAAAAABGM/5jD3NdsV2F4/s400/DSCN0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880341225943874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  For a mom that wanders in and out of my house just when I seem to be needing her most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For sunsets more gorgeous than my camera can capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh2mJQlhI/AAAAAAAABGU/AuTy7_OZ-6c/s1600-h/DSCN0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh2mJQlhI/AAAAAAAABGU/AuTy7_OZ-6c/s400/DSCN0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345880348268992018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  For rain.  Yes rain.  Even though I could use a little less right now (hint hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  For summer vacation! No more homework checking for at least 60 days!!!  Wahoooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  For happy children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  For encouragement from friends when I'm feeling at my lowest.  Thanks all you uplifting souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Man Above!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-6418643330824646485?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/6418643330824646485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=6418643330824646485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6418643330824646485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/6418643330824646485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/06/thankful-thursday_10.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SjBh1ZBNOwI/AAAAAAAABF0/bp1poN-s1JQ/s72-c/DSCN0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5993012197604362369</id><published>2009-06-05T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:29:31.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.  Is There Any Other...</title><content type='html'>day that smells as sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it is the end of a work week.  The beginning of a time to regroup, reclaim my house, and relax with my family.  As a mom who works outside the home as well as in it I feel the pressure of having to answer to more bosses than I should have to.  Having to please more people than is humanly possible.  So when I missed my workout window working two hours passed my time, and then sat in traffic that crept along for 30 minutes more of a commute than my already 45 minutes I knew it was time to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey&lt;br /&gt;The Law (aka my husband):  Hey&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Can we got out?&lt;br /&gt;The Law:  Sure.  Where do you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;Me (trying not to choke since we never ever go out on a Friday because we don't like &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; crowds): Um I was thinking that steak place or the turtle place.&lt;br /&gt;The Law:  OK&lt;br /&gt;Me (still in shock that dinner discussions weren't needing to be raised to a Senate committee): Which would you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;The Law (asks the kids): Ok, it's the turtle.  I'll meet you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there it was.  Dinner with the family.  Simple as that.  Afterwards I took the future pilot and 'the Law" took my favorite little girl and we went our separate ways.  My party went to the grocery store and it was the most peaceful shopping experience I've had in a long long time.  My little shopping companion was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SinTGKbd5LI/AAAAAAAABFs/Eog_tvn6TK0/s1600-h/AJ+the+cart+sleeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SinTGKbd5LI/AAAAAAAABFs/Eog_tvn6TK0/s400/AJ+the+cart+sleeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344034535684039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh did I mention that the store was pretty much empty to boot?  I may just make a habit of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5993012197604362369?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5993012197604362369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5993012197604362369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5993012197604362369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5993012197604362369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-is-there-any-other.html' title='Friday.  Is There Any Other...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SinTGKbd5LI/AAAAAAAABFs/Eog_tvn6TK0/s72-c/AJ+the+cart+sleeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5790453333065396940</id><published>2009-06-04T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:43:40.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I'm back again.  Struggling.  I'm not sure why.  Nonetheless I'm thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Thankful that I ran 2.6 miles today even though I forgot my towel (again) and sweat kept dripping in my eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Thankful that the poison ivy between my toes is healing and that God gave me the strength to push through the burn.  (Seriously it made me feel more accomplished!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Thankful that the scale has not gone up in accordance with my eating habits.  Thank You God for mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Thankful that the weekend is full with fun events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Thankful that my hubby will be home for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Thankful that the future pilot is tired and needs someone to take him to bed (you can BET I'm volunteering for that one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Thankful that other bloggers are not the slackers that I am--lest I have nothing to read and be entertained with (sneak over here to &lt;a href="http://bundlesofbeginnings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Casey's place&lt;/a&gt; .  Her post on MTV awards is very silly.  She's a hoot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Thankful for the encouragement of friends.  Especially ones who read your blog NOT because you begged them to but because curiosity took them there and they took the time to tell you that they enjoyed the read.  Thank you Annemarie.  You get your's up and I will plug it a thousand times over.  Right here.  Right on my sidebar.  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Thankful for melt in your mouth chocolate creme puffs that crush all chilly like in your mouth.  Seriously.  "In moderation"  of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Thankful that there is peace in this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You God" to You I sing,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for the joy You bring,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5790453333065396940?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5790453333065396940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5790453333065396940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5790453333065396940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5790453333065396940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/06/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4531331148446250807</id><published>2009-05-16T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:35:32.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Comes to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oX_eGE8I/AAAAAAAABEs/yc4_MPGBvjc/s1600-h/DSCN0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pacing pachyderm &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oX_eGE8I/AAAAAAAABEs/yc4_MPGBvjc/s1600-h/DSCN0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oX_eGE8I/AAAAAAAABEs/yc4_MPGBvjc/s400/DSCN0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336598844841268162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9q9XVJyBI/AAAAAAAABFk/KE9BWS75wE4/s1600-h/DSCN0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9q9XVJyBI/AAAAAAAABFk/KE9BWS75wE4/s400/DSCN0456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336601685924628498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enormous elephants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9q9CvK2sI/AAAAAAAABFc/tJP-zT0lCuk/s1600-h/DSCN0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9q9CvK2sI/AAAAAAAABFc/tJP-zT0lCuk/s400/DSCN0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336601680396606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willowy wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9pTFV9Y8I/AAAAAAAABE8/fh6-hLIBjQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9pTFV9Y8I/AAAAAAAABE8/fh6-hLIBjQQ/s400/DSCN0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599860030038978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webbed weavers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9pTWoj5EI/AAAAAAAABFE/CymPB9iLlT4/s1600-h/DSCN0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9pTWoj5EI/AAAAAAAABFE/CymPB9iLlT4/s400/DSCN0443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599864671462466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenacious tight ropers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9pTxrl1KI/AAAAAAAABFU/bw-G3HCaYB4/s1600-h/DSCN0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9pTxrl1KI/AAAAAAAABFU/bw-G3HCaYB4/s400/DSCN0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336599871931929762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4531331148446250807?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4531331148446250807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4531331148446250807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4531331148446250807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4531331148446250807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/05/circus-comes-to-town.html' title='Circus Comes to Town'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sg9oX_eGE8I/AAAAAAAABEs/yc4_MPGBvjc/s72-c/DSCN0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7163829621068249416</id><published>2009-05-05T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:51:15.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>the mat outside my front door looked like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUAfTmUFI/AAAAAAAABBk/HbnhlAsSblk/s1600-h/welcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUAfTmUFI/AAAAAAAABBk/HbnhlAsSblk/s400/welcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495063675457618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now looks like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUApND-7I/AAAAAAAABBs/bDuKi14685s/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUApND-7I/AAAAAAAABBs/bDuKi14685s/s400/DSCN0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495066332396466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;does that mean I've worn out my welcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy a shirt like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUdp_ph6I/AAAAAAAABB0/oDGYgVM90ac/s1600-h/DSCN0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUdp_ph6I/AAAAAAAABB0/oDGYgVM90ac/s400/DSCN0412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332495564760778658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;does it mean your diet is doomed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave your computer for mere seconds does this happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDbpQgokmI/AAAAAAAABB8/eCfIb590KZY/s1600-h/100_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDbpQgokmI/AAAAAAAABB8/eCfIb590KZY/s400/100_3917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332503460659630690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDcrwFeK_I/AAAAAAAABCE/T4-nPBEyADE/s1600-h/DSCN0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDcrwFeK_I/AAAAAAAABCE/T4-nPBEyADE/s400/DSCN0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332504603007003634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you leave the room with a dog and cat looking comatose like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDdnVQYAcI/AAAAAAAABCM/ngfDh5xBNqU/s1600-h/100_3920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDdnVQYAcI/AAAAAAAABCM/ngfDh5xBNqU/s400/100_3920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332505626597130690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;should you really expect them to look like this when you return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDdnsRiS_I/AAAAAAAABCU/rUB4hpWCqF4/s1600-h/100_3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDdnsRiS_I/AAAAAAAABCU/rUB4hpWCqF4/s400/100_3922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332505632776014834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy rainy Tuesday to everyone that is building their ark like I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7163829621068249416?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7163829621068249416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7163829621068249416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7163829621068249416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7163829621068249416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/05/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SgDUAfTmUFI/AAAAAAAABBk/HbnhlAsSblk/s72-c/welcome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7452629281201261977</id><published>2009-05-04T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:23:44.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Wheelin' And Free</title><content type='html'>A few weeks back we drove up yonder to check out yet another house.   We didn't have much luck in the house department.  We loved the acreage and location but the house left us cringing.  We are just a bit spoiled I guess.  So on goes the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there my husband and I got to spend some time hittin' the trails without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a short ride and came back.  His aunt fussed at us and made us leave again.  Told us "THIS TIME STAY LONGER!"  What really made me feel sad about not finding the "perfect for us house" yet was what she added after that.  "AND IF YOU MOVE UP HERE WE ARE GOING TO MAKE YOU DO THIS "AND" GO OUT ONCE IN A WHILE!"  (and yes, I used all caps because she was indeed yelling.  I really love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left again and this time I was brave enough to whip out the camera a few times.  I haven't been on a four wheeler since my oldest was in the early years of grade school--and THAT'S a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lil guy/gal (I'm not a bird expert) decided our road was his/her's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-SAoDvu1I/AAAAAAAABA0/Mu3u8Jl0MU8/s1600-h/DSCN0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-SAoDvu1I/AAAAAAAABA0/Mu3u8Jl0MU8/s400/DSCN0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141023280741202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's that you say?  All you see is a bunch of rocks?  Here look closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-SBKATxvI/AAAAAAAABA8/KRioZjZTJg8/s1600-h/DSCN0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-SBKATxvI/AAAAAAAABA8/KRioZjZTJg8/s400/DSCN0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332141032393131762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy lil thing set up it's home right there in the road and decided to start a family (there is an egg beneath it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bid him/her ado and headed on across the way (doesn't that ear just scream out wet willie me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TYEwIAZI/AAAAAAAABBE/MpmPL6NEy8E/s1600-h/DSCN0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TYEwIAZI/AAAAAAAABBE/MpmPL6NEy8E/s400/DSCN0301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142525631693202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then up the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TYRA7WKI/AAAAAAAABBM/NHn7oW-AOdI/s1600-h/DSCN0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TYRA7WKI/AAAAAAAABBM/NHn7oW-AOdI/s400/DSCN0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142528923392162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then down over the (agh!) stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TYoasscI/AAAAAAAABBU/lwqTCSPH15o/s1600-h/DSCN0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TYoasscI/AAAAAAAABBU/lwqTCSPH15o/s400/DSCN0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142535205499330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and back home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TZHIXH1I/AAAAAAAABBc/6WFapo6UWmA/s1600-h/DSCN0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-TZHIXH1I/AAAAAAAABBc/6WFapo6UWmA/s400/DSCN0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332142543450087250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well.  Maybe not our home.  But maybe some day we will be close enough so we can enjoy times like this again.  Can you believe I came home without a lick of mud on me?  Thank you honey for remembering I was on there with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7452629281201261977?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7452629281201261977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7452629281201261977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7452629281201261977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7452629281201261977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/05/four-wheelin-and-free.html' title='Four Wheelin&apos; And Free'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/Sf-SAoDvu1I/AAAAAAAABA0/Mu3u8Jl0MU8/s72-c/DSCN0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-4015587145653177020</id><published>2009-05-03T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:52:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Wondering if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the only Brownie mom that doesn't have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;- the rain will ever end this week.&lt;br /&gt;- kids can possibly jump long enough to tire themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;- there is truly a cure for rain frizzled hair.&lt;br /&gt;- television stations could possibly work it out so their viewing schedule coincide with the rain so I would have something more exciting to watch than the Golden Girls.&lt;br /&gt;- my hand will ever stop force feeding my mouth Good &amp;amp; Plenty since I'm certain I'm good and plenty tired of eating them at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;- there is a name for the language the future pilot uses in which he insists on adding an "uh" to the end of everything he says.  For example, "Daddy can you come here-UH?", "Mommy, will you play Star Wars with me-uh?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-4015587145653177020?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/4015587145653177020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=4015587145653177020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4015587145653177020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/4015587145653177020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/05/wondering.html' title='Wondering...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-7567814791557085522</id><published>2009-04-30T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:26:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Giving a shout out to God for all the things I have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A first born son who turned 21 yesterday.  Woot!&lt;br /&gt;2) Money enough to pay the bills on time.&lt;br /&gt;3) That none of my kids have been caught doing this which would cause me to worry about the swine flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfpKPjX6YVI/AAAAAAAABAY/p4q7htEutM0/s1600-h/kidlickspig+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfpKPjX6YVI/AAAAAAAABAY/p4q7htEutM0/s400/kidlickspig+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330654740000432466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) Friends who know mechanics that can be trusted to get your car back into good shape so you don't have to worry about toting your lovely family around in a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;5) That the temperature crept back down so I can have a chance at having a lower electricity bill--something I REALLY look for (and count on) in the spring time.&lt;br /&gt;6) Green tea with pomegranate and blueberry--yum!&lt;br /&gt;7) A daughter who still WANTS to be seen with me and loves it when I come to her school.  Although I must say her older brother only didn't want to be seen with me when I did the "Elaine dance" in the parking lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xi4O1yi6b0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xi4O1yi6b0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) For second, third, and fourth chances.  I WILL get back on track with WW next week. &lt;br /&gt;9) For an awesome coworker who brought me back some kickin' lasagna today.  (See 8 I WILL get back on track)&lt;br /&gt;10) For sweet friends who meet you at the subway because you are too afraid to go anywhere by yourself.  You know who you are.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God also that we live in a country that is pretty on the ball at battling disease.  And people WASH YOUR HANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Tamra/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-7567814791557085522?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/7567814791557085522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=7567814791557085522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7567814791557085522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/7567814791557085522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful-thursday_30.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfpKPjX6YVI/AAAAAAAABAY/p4q7htEutM0/s72-c/kidlickspig+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-3518716545772859978</id><published>2009-04-26T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:07:24.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DC</title><content type='html'>Going up...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUNIj4uOxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CA43V1deeVo/s1600-h/DSCN0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUNIj4uOxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CA43V1deeVo/s400/DSCN0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329180174786116370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comely castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUNIVlhzeI/AAAAAAAABAI/zshsplNzNDo/s1600-h/DSCN0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUNIVlhzeI/AAAAAAAABAI/zshsplNzNDo/s400/DSCN0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329180170947513826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pencil point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMf5JYReI/AAAAAAAABAA/mMjYagY4W1s/s1600-h/DSCN0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMf5JYReI/AAAAAAAABAA/mMjYagY4W1s/s400/DSCN0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329179476118488546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Domed definition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfv79LXI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hU2S7BCsA_E/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfv79LXI/AAAAAAAAA_4/hU2S7BCsA_E/s400/DSCN0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329179473646267762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flutter flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfRIAQWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/dsdjwBRjAho/s1600-h/DSCN0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfRIAQWI/AAAAAAAAA_w/dsdjwBRjAho/s400/DSCN0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329179465375301986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot lips and Turtleheads???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfaKpHwI/AAAAAAAAA_o/lZDEqwZ5ClE/s1600-h/DSCN0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfaKpHwI/AAAAAAAAA_o/lZDEqwZ5ClE/s400/DSCN0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329179467802287874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curious children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfKG9pkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ltLQZur9TYU/s1600-h/DSCN0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUMfKG9pkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ltLQZur9TYU/s400/DSCN0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329179463491888706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duck &lt;span id="query" class="query"&gt;derrieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULybbmuSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_yBp2qQEhkg/s1600-h/DSCN0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULybbmuSI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_yBp2qQEhkg/s400/DSCN0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329178695047756066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minds in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULyOf90bI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/waq8h7u5Wbc/s1600-h/DSCN0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULyOf90bI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/waq8h7u5Wbc/s400/DSCN0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329178691576385970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULyOcC4LI/AAAAAAAAA_I/u8qPfm3Hoz8/s1600-h/DSCN0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULyOcC4LI/AAAAAAAAA_I/u8qPfm3Hoz8/s400/DSCN0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329178691559940274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sub stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULx0dLa7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/7HlKNlYvuyY/s1600-h/DSCN0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULx0dLa7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/7HlKNlYvuyY/s400/DSCN0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329178684585372594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULxRvPSfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/yRpgkZz8nY4/s1600-h/DSCN0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfULxRvPSfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/yRpgkZz8nY4/s400/DSCN0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329178675265882610" 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/3530815439928715668-3518716545772859978?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/3518716545772859978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=3518716545772859978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3518716545772859978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/3518716545772859978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/04/dc.html' title='DC'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUNIj4uOxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CA43V1deeVo/s72-c/DSCN0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-5979905364282111399</id><published>2009-04-26T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:31:07.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I Don't Run A Daycare...</title><content type='html'>but one would think I do.  Especially if they walked into this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEDohzwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/gfGgfN6A68s/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEDohzwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/gfGgfN6A68s/s400/DSCN0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329174599850643202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they walked in here and knew I didn't run a daycare they would think I have 17 children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEzzYgRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2evSXcI-baI/s1600-h/DSCN0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEzzYgRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2evSXcI-baI/s400/DSCN0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329174612781072658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But no.  I don't have 17 children either.  I have two.  Two that "enjoy" the toys in this room.  I quote that because if they are in the vicinity whenever I try to tackle this room they whine and cry and beg me not to make them part with things in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to organize things but there is just too much "stuff".  It's a toy explosion and it makes me guilty that I have allowed so much to accumulate here.  I have made several trips to Goodwill.  Believe me on that one.  I also have more bins in the basement but it has become a nightmare.  I've also decided that I must pull up my boots and get in there.  Amid the gnashing of teeth and cries of small children I must put an end to this.  I need to stop trying to organize the madness and just weed it out.  (Have I mentioned how much I detest weeding?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  I have tried to organize things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEkvvmPI/AAAAAAAAA-o/nG74cRBpFeI/s1600-h/DSCN0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEkvvmPI/AAAAAAAAA-o/nG74cRBpFeI/s400/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329174608739277042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Things just don't stay organized very long.  Truthfully all my favorite little girl in the world does in here is play school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  has deemed it her school room.  Take note that in her mind the future pilot is not allowed.  But to be clear he is her only student.  So the rule is loosely enforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUHCHErPOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wfJlHGRpx4E/s1600-h/DSCN0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUHCHErPOI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wfJlHGRpx4E/s400/DSCN0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329173466902641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow is my day off.  After I spend a few hours at my little girl's school I will be back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEzzYgRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2evSXcI-baI/s1600-h/DSCN0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEzzYgRI/AAAAAAAAA-w/2evSXcI-baI/s400/DSCN0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329174612781072658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to try and have a merry heart--and not let the cries and gnashing teeth be my own.  I am going to try and make this place a place that can be managed.  If "I" can't manage it how can I expect two kids to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-5979905364282111399?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/5979905364282111399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=5979905364282111399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5979905364282111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/5979905364282111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-i-dont-run-daycare.html' title='No, I Don&apos;t Run A Daycare...'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_45J0RpC04sk/SfUIEDohzwI/AAAAAAAAA-g/gfGgfN6A68s/s72-c/DSCN0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530815439928715668.post-1019163917833477829</id><published>2009-04-23T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:44:53.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thank You God.   Thank You for so many things.  Thank You for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.  A relaxing week after a whirlwind weekend.&lt;br /&gt;  2. Time. &lt;br /&gt;  3. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;  4. An entertaining dinner out with my children (all three of them).&lt;br /&gt;  5. Options (and I am NOT talking stock).&lt;br /&gt;  6. Glimpses of peace in a time of stress.&lt;br /&gt;  7. Christian artists who lift my soul.&lt;br /&gt;  8. Favor.  (Though I won't complain if you give me some more with you know who)&lt;br /&gt;  9. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hugs and kisses but most of all understanding from the family You gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.  Thanks be to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3530815439928715668-1019163917833477829?l=delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/feeds/1019163917833477829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3530815439928715668&amp;postID=1019163917833477829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1019163917833477829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3530815439928715668/posts/default/1019163917833477829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delightsanddilemmas.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful-thursday_23.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>ISO (In search of)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13066073758308430467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
