tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35573525377155006962024-02-19T01:24:13.590-05:00Raising Godly FruitChildren are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:3Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-42957448331939952792017-07-14T11:05:00.000-05:002017-07-14T11:05:12.357-05:00Neighbor Down<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">I have a book titled "Mommilies." It is a compilation of sayings that all moms everywhere repeatedly rehearse before their children in an effort to illicit wise choices from their offspring. I have compiled my own list that I call Grandmommilies. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">One of my earliest memories is sitting in Grandma's brown and gold flowered velour loveseat on Bunkum Road. After checking Todd and me to see if we were wearing undershirts to keep warm, she would bend down our ears and say "goodness gracious, I could grow potatoes behind those ears."</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">As a teenager when I got a little self-righteous and judgmental she would bring me down a notch by saying, "You don't know what all they've been through. You can't judge a man till you've walked a mile in his moccasins."</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">When a baby cried, she would diagnose with conviction: "that baby's hungry!" She would feel their toes and declare, "well he's cold as a frog!"</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Grandma was a worker, and in the years before her health declined was not comfortable sitting idle. When at the end of a meal her girls wanted to just sit and talk/rest, she would say, "let's just fly in and get this mess cleaned up."</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">When my kids were adolescents, she loved to entertain them with endless games of chicken foot while the women would do the Christmas shopping. She would say, "You girls just go on about your rat-killin' and don't worry about us." </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Eventually her hearing began to fail, and she would often startle to see someone show up in her basement living room from upstairs. To remedy this, as someone began descending the stairs they were to call out "neighbor coming down" it was abbreviated to "neighbor down" and eventually just "neighbor!" One Christmas a very young Bethani slid down the stairs calling "naybo down." Apparently she thought this was her name, and the term of endearment stuck to this day.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Grandma was truly the essence of a Proverbs 31 woman in her own right. She cared for her household, working outside the home to help support the family after Grandpa's heart-attack. She invested in Branson property and May Company stock. She loved to sew. Her handmade quilts that she designed and sewed to match each of us uniquely is proof. She loved to entertain and was always planning a dinner or fish fry. She brought her food from afar back when Aldi grocery first opened in Southern Illinois. I distinctly remember making the three hour trip, filling 3 shopping carts with cases of canned goods, stacking them to the ceiling of Aunt Sissie's van, and then organizing our own "grocery store” in her 3 closet pantries in her Bunkum Road basement. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Speaking of the basement, what fun we had down there as kids. At Christmastime the cousins would dodge the potatoes growing eyes, and play store behind the counter, or rehearse a skit to be performed for the adults upstairs.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Grandma loved to cook. She was good at it. Most of us can attest to that because she showed her love by serving in her kitchen. If you close your eyes and breathe deeply, you can almost smell her yeast rolls baking in the oven. If you were her pastor, neighbor, hairdresser, mechanic or ride to church, she showed you her love at Christmas with an Italian Cream cake. When she discovered what her favorite people enjoyed, she made sure to have it ready when they came: fruit salad for Boo Boo, pecan pie for John John, cheesecake for Jayme, blackberry pie for Butch, and egg custard for Todd and Jeremi, who never had the heart to tell her that he really didn't like it. She gave up trying to please me with my “health-nut” “no butter please” way of eating. My kids thrilled at the idea of exchanging my boring oatmeal for her special Malt-o-meal. She claimed there was just a little butter and brown sugar but nobody was fooled. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">She was generous with her talent, and used it for kingdom work. She knew how to organize a church fund-raiser. I was very little but can still remember the peanut brittle factory in her basement. When she called out "shakers" that meant she had just added the baking soda to the peanut brittle and little "crumb catchers" like me had to scramble to the basement stairs to get out of the way. At least two church ladies were needed to relay--carrying metal tins of boiling peanut brittle to rest and cool before being popped out and bagged up to sell. If I remember, it was $5 for a bag of two patties. How proud we were to have a brand new blacktop paved parking lot at the church--completely paid for by the ladies auxiliary.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Having such talent did have some drawbacks however. She loved home-cooking, and sought out mom-and-pop restaurants when they would take a trip to Southern Illinois or Sesser. Inevitably when the food would arrive she would take a bite and then call the server over. "I'm so sorry, I never do this, but this just isn't fit to eat." </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">There was one thing with which she struggled, and I could empathize because it is one of the things I have inherited from her: she had a particular aversion for water. I do believe every trick in the book has been tried to get and keep her hydrated. Gatorade, coconut water, infused water, flavor packets, big glasses, small glasses, stem glasses, colored straws, and lots of bottles by every chair. One trick that seemed to work was when we gave her a bottle of water at the beginning of a drive to Uncle Bud's house. We hid the bottle cap so she could not lay it in the seat and was forced to hold it. "Gimme that lid!" She said, but it was “lost.” She sipped on it without even thinking as we chatted and by the time we got there all 16 ounces was gone. That was quite a feat for her.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">Grandma has left such a rich legacy but the thing that I will cherish most is not her hot roll recipe, or her stainless steel or even her hand embroidered heirloom quilt. I will always honor Grandma and Grandpa for the day they accepted the call of God and submitted to this precious Truth. That was the greatest gift they could ever have given to us. They were the one who paved the way for us and now I can pass this hope for eternal life down to my children and they can pass it down to their children. It is that very hope and relationship with Jesus Christ that is sustaining us today. Grandma was not wealthy with this world’s possessions, but the gift of the Holy Ghost that she had received made her rich beyond measure. The inheritance I will get will not go through probate, I wouldn't trade it for anything—it is out of this world. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; font-size: 14pt;">I asked her what she would say if she had the opportunity to share some wisdom and advice gleaned from 93 years. I knew what her answer would be. She said: "Always live for God and put Him first." Yesterday when I had some alone time with her, I promised her and God that I would make it to heaven. I've got more to go to heaven for than I had last week. So Grandma, let's meet just inside the Eastern Gate over there. </span></div>
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Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360397884993741987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-60912309392071977502010-11-30T12:20:00.036-06:002010-12-10T10:26:17.630-06:00Closet Make-OverThis year Thanksgiving was a bit unusual at the Treadwell household. We broke from tradition just a bit. For the past few years, we have chosen to spend Christmas in St. Louis with my side of the family, and this leaves us in Texas with our immediate five for Thanksgiving. We are okay with that now, but this year was unusual in a different way. We still had the usual fare, sticking to our tradition of each person contributing a cooked dish of their own: I make the turkey, Craig carves it; Tiffani made a quinoa pilaf; Jeremi his famous mashed potatoes; Bethani the dressing and sweet potato casserole; and I made the cranberry chutney.<br /> <br />This year, however, we decided to give our master closet a make-over on Thanksgiving day.Our old closet was really nice, but we (I) wanted amazing.<br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAFjamyBHH4tIMy9fO9eMd6yogbd7k6qG-V-jOWKW3YqXw-tdLH50d9UBF9PsyutBzKEklQqIpTdts44rctIUltavNdBLTnrs7J6g5meALfFeagjUGlxRrhS57n_FoUmH9LEr4Vp_T5Dw/s1600/before+closet+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAFjamyBHH4tIMy9fO9eMd6yogbd7k6qG-V-jOWKW3YqXw-tdLH50d9UBF9PsyutBzKEklQqIpTdts44rctIUltavNdBLTnrs7J6g5meALfFeagjUGlxRrhS57n_FoUmH9LEr4Vp_T5Dw/s320/before+closet+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545418234734379570" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rIU__nnShosZPeSXCoBAykSaYPWXZ75SzC4Bu8i1Vl6ahLbZEe3FVkl6XijDMy2aKfQNcOmksNePPMUu9pMkJ1L_wquuhrx7q_BXyIJYmhgCjUCGq59FeEzVrW9QOAjWXr6kMz8rf-64/s1600/before+closet+1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rIU__nnShosZPeSXCoBAykSaYPWXZ75SzC4Bu8i1Vl6ahLbZEe3FVkl6XijDMy2aKfQNcOmksNePPMUu9pMkJ1L_wquuhrx7q_BXyIJYmhgCjUCGq59FeEzVrW9QOAjWXr6kMz8rf-64/s320/before+closet+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545418869635317490" /></a> OLD CLOSET<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ijq_PLmxpPTh6PwVn5eh16rnRj3cNJkiBNHUi4-WpGl3zf8Z4T5iVWP4Gq1r7N12eTjnVWJMmnvLfM2KgREVtlZ_-kojOVzKQXFh6Q4iiLv4EdCGYXyV7i03phUs5mKxpy-V4taAvF4Q/s1600/before+closet+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ijq_PLmxpPTh6PwVn5eh16rnRj3cNJkiBNHUi4-WpGl3zf8Z4T5iVWP4Gq1r7N12eTjnVWJMmnvLfM2KgREVtlZ_-kojOVzKQXFh6Q4iiLv4EdCGYXyV7i03phUs5mKxpy-V4taAvF4Q/s320/before+closet+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545418560068644674" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWfMB4s7TAH1jIDpkv3WTVcmhyphenhyphenKwjItDk8l-bfe8VGW_SoWq2VRy68-2NnK78UGISSZ9EbM518vIl4_9_xYpdSVH8HtrI2XeQ3MT_eOhrFDrnguFWX3FdZ4ihl3VjsJvPqLV9NdivDg2W/s1600/during+makeover+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWfMB4s7TAH1jIDpkv3WTVcmhyphenhyphenKwjItDk8l-bfe8VGW_SoWq2VRy68-2NnK78UGISSZ9EbM518vIl4_9_xYpdSVH8HtrI2XeQ3MT_eOhrFDrnguFWX3FdZ4ihl3VjsJvPqLV9NdivDg2W/s320/during+makeover+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545419660298603714" /></a><br />I helped to pull all the clothes and stuff out of the closet, and then the kids and I worked in the kitchen while Craig was tearing out the closet rods, and patching the holes. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ku0AtMmuk6RMMJ13DPOmQarKukWqOP6fsxZt14q3etwb0LQBYcFybljWBmCERfdACTabu14n2dUz2RcsTsyz9-h1m_YFkk38Otu1vlElAWZ0C1Be7rHxXhBUozW2pkP1_VzCRSiwZ9O3/s1600/during+makeover+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ku0AtMmuk6RMMJ13DPOmQarKukWqOP6fsxZt14q3etwb0LQBYcFybljWBmCERfdACTabu14n2dUz2RcsTsyz9-h1m_YFkk38Otu1vlElAWZ0C1Be7rHxXhBUozW2pkP1_VzCRSiwZ9O3/s320/during+makeover+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545420651295145138" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We ate dinner as usual at noon while the spackling dried.<br /><br />When the china was all replaced in the cabinet, I changed into painting clothes, and put a faux finish on our closet walls. (No pictures please.)<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHfrZkIkJxPYtpBZ82SZVSYFNaR-GuCh_HpZJ9FC0wNQ-wk9Q1lvaJLOvwY9ETwiAtw8UiwD7oh3RjLwGQlKZJW4mHv7l641cVhcS3IkL8i21WPFEmN640UoM6DUASPWiVqqhqqwRpiJT/s320/new+closet+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545422350476871522" /><div><br /><br /></div><div>When I finished with that project, up went the new ELFA CLOSET SYSTEM.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vbtqx4PERC-vh47YZgQVYHT_dyi0p9E8B8Pq9S_F7mx5Fuyjub5-INFjqUqNJszzLOxQrAR4ySSKW4X821mo4WONTjNAjEwsXEcJvG3B0jrmdZXcdBqIJwm2XgXGeeFcw4NdHAN9zDNP/s1600/center+of+closet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vbtqx4PERC-vh47YZgQVYHT_dyi0p9E8B8Pq9S_F7mx5Fuyjub5-INFjqUqNJszzLOxQrAR4ySSKW4X821mo4WONTjNAjEwsXEcJvG3B0jrmdZXcdBqIJwm2XgXGeeFcw4NdHAN9zDNP/s320/center+of+closet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549076036746625874" /></a>><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6N7iNadzQin-vBUEYeSmjWfnOcCZ-NgcvrXY47Fyyu23Zelnkxkq3IBYR46TfpkcTW7TGlgTxCIHg08j99WjsGDXxsdl12_Dh8we_lP8g_6u0X-s44Wr2UILFgOVtJXA8as3py-FwN_e/s1600/dad%2527s+end.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6N7iNadzQin-vBUEYeSmjWfnOcCZ-NgcvrXY47Fyyu23Zelnkxkq3IBYR46TfpkcTW7TGlgTxCIHg08j99WjsGDXxsdl12_Dh8we_lP8g_6u0X-s44Wr2UILFgOVtJXA8as3py-FwN_e/s320/dad%2527s+end.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549082807396357426" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Amazingly awesome! </div><div><br /></div>In my defense, my secular career dictates that I wear solid clothing that contrasts with the color of my hands. This makes it much easier for Deaf clients to see what I am signing. It really cramps my style, but I'm getting used to it. I have, however, found a way to express myself: through my feet. Works for me. (That is my story and I am sticking to it.)</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sv7FGPEHqQlkPiwt7lFUvbhqa0_TvcEA53veXBf-8Vx4n0jIg7iV5q5SlUOsR_RIVyR1y49hwLlTG3VcL8Pn4-gtgEmNv5IfMR-nNDjVpBfgBIM2V35TlQv35hjg8aFOIdMK4O4ccBmh/s1600/closet+hanging+boots.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4sv7FGPEHqQlkPiwt7lFUvbhqa0_TvcEA53veXBf-8Vx4n0jIg7iV5q5SlUOsR_RIVyR1y49hwLlTG3VcL8Pn4-gtgEmNv5IfMR-nNDjVpBfgBIM2V35TlQv35hjg8aFOIdMK4O4ccBmh/s320/closet+hanging+boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549066323892901442" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRZO87uebekqrMfY7_mZgktdZpAHT6_wj9eU3YBeTT98nPBc5GyG94DzTpmgg2mTNruUpsggh9ghbquAjnU6UgJGN5cXb0qOj3YYQjsjvJRwVPg5xm085kyoShUR4ulB2Urd1lBKZIXsy/s1600/img_1110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRZO87uebekqrMfY7_mZgktdZpAHT6_wj9eU3YBeTT98nPBc5GyG94DzTpmgg2mTNruUpsggh9ghbquAjnU6UgJGN5cXb0qOj3YYQjsjvJRwVPg5xm085kyoShUR4ulB2Urd1lBKZIXsy/s320/img_1110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549066873570119474" /></a><br /><br />The kids are really excited about our closet makeover. Why? They love us and want the best for us. (And they get our old organization elements for a closet makeover of their own.) All five of us have a new look in our closets!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360397884993741987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-83349605361923878692010-08-11T22:17:00.003-05:002010-08-11T22:29:25.209-05:00First Day of SchoolMonday was our first day back in the schoolroom for the 14th time. It does feel a little empty now with one desk missing. We are left with just a 6th and 11th grader, but we bought a few new boxes of crayons anyway. The first day of school just wouldn't be the same without new boxes of perfectly sharpened crayons--age and grade have nothing to do with it.<div><br /></div><div>Tiffani is very responsible, getting up on her own every morning for work. I wonder if she misses<br />A Beka at all...hmmm...just a little?? Naw.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a wonderfully fun-filled summer we had this year. We traveled to Pensacola, FL; Pismo Beach and Santa Barbara, CA; Indianapolis, IN; St. Louis, MO; Austin, TX; Miami, and Key West, FL; and last but not least, Nassau and Coco Cay, Bahamas. We were sad for the summer to end, but are up for the challenge of a new school year. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have many new and exciting doors open to me this fall as an interpreter, and I anticipate improving my skill enough to be able to test again for a higher certification within a year.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360397884993741987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-66391837645912096992010-01-09T19:35:00.002-06:002010-01-09T19:36:17.033-06:00Sitting At His Feet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NWRRNfH4MRyIUhaQvftqfCkFJ5W7zP5aftwta-qE5swaNF8DpzeQSjTA0Air4Q_9Lr4Ba4WN122Lp2gJutFnl66uptC4DfOxc43yamvCRTgW71Kn_ud5t2VFYh1E-Vvo_6jPGX5M_X5Y/s1600-h/Sit_at_your_feet_3_+teacup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NWRRNfH4MRyIUhaQvftqfCkFJ5W7zP5aftwta-qE5swaNF8DpzeQSjTA0Air4Q_9Lr4Ba4WN122Lp2gJutFnl66uptC4DfOxc43yamvCRTgW71Kn_ud5t2VFYh1E-Vvo_6jPGX5M_X5Y/s400/Sit_at_your_feet_3_+teacup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424918907960914450" /></a>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360397884993741987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-27640107197603163132009-12-17T20:41:00.004-06:002009-12-17T20:45:32.118-06:00Christmas 2009Here is a family picture of us last week at Pastor Gore's church. We are ready for two weeks of fun at Nana's house.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CdG1F9rhZKgprxujWFk6MCdbj2gITekf-vNmlTTmLoD5tUFf-0xHtnelX7ibKgvhnnsmuljMXGzZ-7s5ftuw6a8oJVVJ49yL8gH-yj2SYMX1Xt6K-SRsW9L44O4-IPaQ8DrxKvBhVCzn/s1600-h/IMG_1407.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CdG1F9rhZKgprxujWFk6MCdbj2gITekf-vNmlTTmLoD5tUFf-0xHtnelX7ibKgvhnnsmuljMXGzZ-7s5ftuw6a8oJVVJ49yL8gH-yj2SYMX1Xt6K-SRsW9L44O4-IPaQ8DrxKvBhVCzn/s400/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416401647978695298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQ8Wy7apAhLK7f9V78hPchejFIIPTf5eKYzY5tdj_dgpaWStB4lPWZsIBWgZjbz2NVqhgk51E51BEH7ZscND9ois-fQhF7bE1RYetr8bOzykqN0Uux64nd_jsF4hOQ8MIiMjB0G2HIvYO/s1600-h/IMG_1405.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQ8Wy7apAhLK7f9V78hPchejFIIPTf5eKYzY5tdj_dgpaWStB4lPWZsIBWgZjbz2NVqhgk51E51BEH7ZscND9ois-fQhF7bE1RYetr8bOzykqN0Uux64nd_jsF4hOQ8MIiMjB0G2HIvYO/s400/IMG_1405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416401506323608290" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360397884993741987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-50638433459905020632009-08-25T08:35:00.009-05:002009-08-25T08:48:03.810-05:00Baby Things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLgZ189EQn2YMMLTTj7BfpEOL-H3WApn1NHTN03_eMprbqoa_zMoVw_LutsTGgzoB2Yi_rPRG4qYart2_w_PcqpQiNYkfLC_8hoibyV8kORFdXyjnjb8bYV-3Eq73i0LrG4Ny9-Ev9ug3/s1600-h/Diaper+Travel+Case.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLgZ189EQn2YMMLTTj7BfpEOL-H3WApn1NHTN03_eMprbqoa_zMoVw_LutsTGgzoB2Yi_rPRG4qYart2_w_PcqpQiNYkfLC_8hoibyV8kORFdXyjnjb8bYV-3Eq73i0LrG4Ny9-Ev9ug3/s400/Diaper+Travel+Case.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373895826706848594" /></a>Here is my most recent project. I always wanted this piece of the layette with Bethani. You know, it is awkward enough when a new mother must get up in church and walk out with her baby. Adding the huge diaper bag on her shoulder, trying to wriggle her body (not yet back to its normal size) out of the pew and down the aisle only exaccerbates the situation. Diapers and wipes. That's all you really need--right?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This makes for <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmuYiTTGQ-sgmAgzFBXot_uB00-I_kgLQf0diA0YsNejxMozms4zeEUvlL_ejAEIl6ksjCaAQpCy_1qb6nt5g5L571MG9083Iec3g1jE4lGcVE5P0X10PqWybHOB512c0lHfrmHaXa-4j/s400/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373896057022767890" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " />a less conspicuous departure. :)</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360397884993741987noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-22493653498870524162009-08-17T16:36:00.006-05:002009-08-17T17:33:56.819-05:00Sunday's Tow TruckPow! "What was that?" Craig said. "I guess there was something in the road that I didn't see." <br /><br />This Sunday was a typical preaching out weekend for us. We were only 1 hour away in Lewisville with Pastor and Sister Sales. Generally, by the time the last Amen is said on a Sunday night, I am ready to head for my bed. Yesterday was no exception, and as is normally the case, I was the 'mean ol mom' that said "no" to going out to eat with the pastor after church. <br /><br />We had only been on the road for 5 minutes when we heard the loud "Pow!" We continued to exit the highway in search of a Taco Bell drive thru (they were 'starving to death' you know.) As we came off the exit ramp, the car began acting really strangely. The lightbulb came on in Craig's head and he said, "Oh, I know what it is, we blew a tire!" We pulled into the first parking lot we could find, got out, and sure enough, there it was--flat as a pancake! <br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglr-zrMZb-pceRzGF10js3Qt5mRGt6b3AUVAI7LpyZL8xT0m3YnLBdoM8gmvn9yn26GvhC2JusaCJwPy6dKVzqDMymGPvn5YJacJcguKq1BKt77r6ChO31jeQLycBJQj7zxVaf_I-uA6JL/s1600-h/Changing+the+tire+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglr-zrMZb-pceRzGF10js3Qt5mRGt6b3AUVAI7LpyZL8xT0m3YnLBdoM8gmvn9yn26GvhC2JusaCJwPy6dKVzqDMymGPvn5YJacJcguKq1BKt77r6ChO31jeQLycBJQj7zxVaf_I-uA6JL/s320/Changing+the+tire+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371059670717664946" /></a><br />Not to worry, though, we had a spare tire in the trunk and two strong, capable men to change it. (The directions folded up in the case of the jack didn't hurt anything either.) We girls just stood back and watched the men do their manly work. It all would have worked out great...if the spare had air in it. Ahm...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-T8gLU7ffHx_TNy4GNUQKiqBzskE6HHn2fYBFwGTgV6Ih5ywd0ttzqCf9wNW8J1_D6H4kpbutUoLja6KcC1V-nWsqtjkqv7cZ3w8jXZUNAFbataNyNWWcVJoNhQwmfMbX9M8R_ysywROT/s1600-h/Changing+the+tire+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-T8gLU7ffHx_TNy4GNUQKiqBzskE6HHn2fYBFwGTgV6Ih5ywd0ttzqCf9wNW8J1_D6H4kpbutUoLja6KcC1V-nWsqtjkqv7cZ3w8jXZUNAFbataNyNWWcVJoNhQwmfMbX9M8R_ysywROT/s320/Changing+the+tire+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371060041317451490" /></a><br />Not to worry, though, we have kept up our roadside assistance insurance since our trailer traveling days, and now we were going to get a return on that investment. (There went my goal of being in my own bed by 10:15.) Craig made the phone call, and then came back and told us that it could take up to 45 minutes for the tow truck to arrive. I took the pins out of my hair, shed my shoes, and curled up for a nap. I was jarred awake by the door slamming, and the bright emergency lights of the tow truck. We all got out of the car, and I plopped down on the sidewalk in my Sunday Best as we all watched the 20 minute drama of hoisting my dream car onto the bed of the tow truck. Craig's plan was to go to a nearby gas station and fill the tire with air, and then be on our way home. This was not to be. Apparently, one must fill the tire with air BEFORE putting it on the car.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTULo8TgzziEin5H13n6yub7Fn-5rO9Hf5RgVC6jSnZqOfcRdZBDEThvEomJQrAhQ9585K0nL62WrgG_HdyyMkouyaudCqNUYuKHU5Ci6DL2bIgODoQwxrDa5jQZN9i19pO7d93mlHjifq/s1600-h/Tire+Crammed+in+the+tow+truck.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTULo8TgzziEin5H13n6yub7Fn-5rO9Hf5RgVC6jSnZqOfcRdZBDEThvEomJQrAhQ9585K0nL62WrgG_HdyyMkouyaudCqNUYuKHU5Ci6DL2bIgODoQwxrDa5jQZN9i19pO7d93mlHjifq/s320/Tire+Crammed+in+the+tow+truck.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371060524503113122" /></a><br />NOW WHAT TO DO??? All 6 of us piled into the cab of the tow truck and bounced 50 minutes home. (Sorry Craig about your legs.)Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-71051335135542447752009-08-16T15:20:00.000-05:002009-08-17T17:32:37.271-05:00Saturday Night LiveWhat a great time we all had at the Saturday Night Live at Oak Cliff Bible Church. This is a quarterly event in which Dallas area Deaf ministries get together for a Deaf concert, or singspiration (what you call it depends on what generation you are from.) I know, you are thinking, how can this be??? They turn the sound tracks up really loud so the Deaf can feel the vibrations, and many times there is a hearing person on the floor supporting the Deaf signers on the platform. Seeing the beautiful ASL from these Deaf Christians is amazing. And, I always enjoy the soul music they choose--always a few from Kirk Franklin. I copy-signed for Chanelle, my Deafblind friend. They were very interested to see this white girl try to copy what was being signed on the platform.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiiK0RTR3Ta5tqPUToHyU8cE9oOmBF8GyTIhx6woutUFzV-_xrr0NGnSz3VeUDCUUl0QbMSJNagQM83LqDyZtWShsRuYgwu3htmlQ67HZCbO8BPRYsW4uV_zffbs3celOEHuJPIFwDIbE/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiiK0RTR3Ta5tqPUToHyU8cE9oOmBF8GyTIhx6woutUFzV-_xrr0NGnSz3VeUDCUUl0QbMSJNagQM83LqDyZtWShsRuYgwu3htmlQ67HZCbO8BPRYsW4uV_zffbs3celOEHuJPIFwDIbE/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371062860959186770" /></a><br />We had a great representation from North Cities this time, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.<br /><br />I noticed toward the end of the concert, the men had stood and were talking among themselves in the back. I suppose this was a "meeting of the male minds": 'we come to humor our wives...'<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5ycCKLbUbjglWCfapAr2f5gwmV0KQv8WLHntry8nDPoby4gFt9CKZMfXh69t_BnNrePb7Wotqq26DurUhSjC2aM2hh5xaLmPgH-84PE28ovwp5R7EGbZWm1d3Q6_k1rh_We_R_44F1P1/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5ycCKLbUbjglWCfapAr2f5gwmV0KQv8WLHntry8nDPoby4gFt9CKZMfXh69t_BnNrePb7Wotqq26DurUhSjC2aM2hh5xaLmPgH-84PE28ovwp5R7EGbZWm1d3Q6_k1rh_We_R_44F1P1/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371062669002348834" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-71555590202399655272009-08-09T22:37:00.007-05:002009-08-09T23:12:36.976-05:00SundayWow! What a full day this was! Today was Tessa's baby dedication, and all went well without a hitch. It was beautiful. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOC9t0UEynPqJQ2w6B32Ev3ZCFeEkmSmDhCTQ5CQXonIxOZBnjhkMKHxQn1RHdXV-wzD6LO1XR_1Y-Tg1dfIR2MWVHWuo1OWoDw2h43kheS_hejEsJUWoisvWXwu5j1DN15azA53yBpWs/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwOC9t0UEynPqJQ2w6B32Ev3ZCFeEkmSmDhCTQ5CQXonIxOZBnjhkMKHxQn1RHdXV-wzD6LO1XR_1Y-Tg1dfIR2MWVHWuo1OWoDw2h43kheS_hejEsJUWoisvWXwu5j1DN15azA53yBpWs/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368182311784081314" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQif_B5SOyeLwNo86o-pDWKU31St3HdgC1l14QtqGxmFFcPfY-R_A13SRnJ1iBaSqpNhyphenhyphen6N1mYTFzwtEEmydPMxY_P6jZN9chcwCkt7KkUFHiPMa92HgNyK4l8HpFTNwh5fJsSQsD3YIy/s1600-h/Prayer.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQif_B5SOyeLwNo86o-pDWKU31St3HdgC1l14QtqGxmFFcPfY-R_A13SRnJ1iBaSqpNhyphenhyphen6N1mYTFzwtEEmydPMxY_P6jZN9chcwCkt7KkUFHiPMa92HgNyK4l8HpFTNwh5fJsSQsD3YIy/s320/Prayer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368182161937731410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMq5cFe3vItjaqHFtVw8el2ShUhrc2WPtnJo1_8Q1G0g-EF-z83-s7r27UtBsBJl7JWs-uX7CFzDnvl2gIuqaumWMIQ7Psm39F2tWjpbCXOlZDV2-XnIgOUl_VdzcGWgJIiBdqedrnHeT/s1600-h/Wess+%26+Tess.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMq5cFe3vItjaqHFtVw8el2ShUhrc2WPtnJo1_8Q1G0g-EF-z83-s7r27UtBsBJl7JWs-uX7CFzDnvl2gIuqaumWMIQ7Psm39F2tWjpbCXOlZDV2-XnIgOUl_VdzcGWgJIiBdqedrnHeT/s320/Wess+%26+Tess.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368181947358845474" /></a><br /><br />Dawn and Doyle Kennedy came to visit our church--we hadn't seen them in a very long time, and it was quite a treat. After church, we went to Souper Salad, our favorite place to meet them, and caught up on the happenings in their lives. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQt2_LhxblEKqChFOOn2wKjuxwI6WPl8RzZTbH9YfaEyNLdYqEqWZyn1aRrXEGaZ8t2LF7_Lln2xjqzCBYDYqulyimKG3d-h3mKXYTjy67fEiVLPEVBOgJYCglZhRjK_LYTPnr2sxyegm/s1600-h/IMG_1029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQt2_LhxblEKqChFOOn2wKjuxwI6WPl8RzZTbH9YfaEyNLdYqEqWZyn1aRrXEGaZ8t2LF7_Lln2xjqzCBYDYqulyimKG3d-h3mKXYTjy67fEiVLPEVBOgJYCglZhRjK_LYTPnr2sxyegm/s320/IMG_1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368182550529344434" /></a><br /><br /><br />The day ended with the best. This morning, Rachel, one of our Deaf young people prayed sincerely for the first time. She spent the afternoon with us, and on the way to church let us know that she couldn't wait for church to be over so she could go to the front and receive the Holy Ghost. She was fully expecting it to happen. And...God didn't disapoint her. God rewarded her by washing over her with his spirit, and before long, she was speaking in tongues. It truly was a beautiful transformation to watch.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1LQ39_caItm0mgnLyngk53G9rN0D_g-pp1pNfnzE6NX-Go48RxsprZgsM7ATov4y0XRPoHfkYniawo2kJSVHRR0spyXLKQmmCBO4TyLkV_C9ncVLgvjaXb6-LTjT67xqZV7eizxnbjhL/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1LQ39_caItm0mgnLyngk53G9rN0D_g-pp1pNfnzE6NX-Go48RxsprZgsM7ATov4y0XRPoHfkYniawo2kJSVHRR0spyXLKQmmCBO4TyLkV_C9ncVLgvjaXb6-LTjT67xqZV7eizxnbjhL/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368182866930966994" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-77331083276539959432009-08-06T12:28:00.003-05:002009-08-06T12:31:51.296-05:00Summer 2009It has been a wild and crazy summer. I have been so busy, I have not been able to blog, but here is a brief recap:<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=94992cfcba33e2d6760840" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=94992cfcba33e2d6760840&skin_id=601&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com&pid=624" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=94992cfcba33e2d6760840&skin_id=601&source=emplay&pid=624" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/94992cfcba33e2d6760840/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /></a><br/><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&pid=624&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make an on-line slide show at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-16285521613913270482009-08-05T12:36:00.004-05:002009-08-06T12:53:59.620-05:00Dress for SavannahHere is one of the dresses I made for Savannah. I was sad to see that it was too big, but I know she will grow into it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6t64Kee4khfleYwVJy-pArXM5308HayReJcsR1k-Lv2-1CrZhke_C_CN7vZ5ixMpFsuhyGBbgzpfVS8D3JcjEB50T2YWmnmegPe9cTtpDNx8m-2189kykDpbbSTiab_vOTMO9AMUXyKzD/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6t64Kee4khfleYwVJy-pArXM5308HayReJcsR1k-Lv2-1CrZhke_C_CN7vZ5ixMpFsuhyGBbgzpfVS8D3JcjEB50T2YWmnmegPe9cTtpDNx8m-2189kykDpbbSTiab_vOTMO9AMUXyKzD/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366909027914789346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaw1SOY_cv4FXmgg-yX_rY7C2eEeW4XhHwKbuNvgpsDbZBgw9zEOCwgGUIb3fLh9wOEMDW6b5lI_gyJ16GpLFavnrlIC2mwW7Qgfkm6ZR3rXlMbecx30DtR79F1LkP6dyJDwwEldIkthRB/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0722.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaw1SOY_cv4FXmgg-yX_rY7C2eEeW4XhHwKbuNvgpsDbZBgw9zEOCwgGUIb3fLh9wOEMDW6b5lI_gyJ16GpLFavnrlIC2mwW7Qgfkm6ZR3rXlMbecx30DtR79F1LkP6dyJDwwEldIkthRB/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366908104156517394" /></a><br /><br />Bethani and Savannah in their matching outfits:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYv2OIYPPRXCH3ZX52FRFbG66atq-pVKRXKEjMnpVmLIL5G25pAmZpqab9J4I7yq0WbTXXpyu9pkCmstSzVwlxOIGkmVp7Ab0r3M7qRowt0_f7S8WPzcN1hm7O_geqEkM-gT4bwTXiu24X/s1600-h/matching+outfits+close+up.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYv2OIYPPRXCH3ZX52FRFbG66atq-pVKRXKEjMnpVmLIL5G25pAmZpqab9J4I7yq0WbTXXpyu9pkCmstSzVwlxOIGkmVp7Ab0r3M7qRowt0_f7S8WPzcN1hm7O_geqEkM-gT4bwTXiu24X/s320/matching+outfits+close+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366910352994854834" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-87280251646866476102009-07-01T16:00:00.003-05:002009-07-01T16:04:49.019-05:00Slipper SocksAbout 3 weeks ago, I was out shopping between Sunday services at Marshall's. My feet were really hurting, so I felt justified in buying some slipper socks. My justification was that I would copy them and create more for us girls. <br /><br />I just got my serger out of the repair shop yesterday, so after hemming 2 pair of suit pants (boo) I moved on to a fun project. Here they are:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzstahKu7ibtfvNbjxS33zeowUTpxrv0jF4kP9vmBWVZkFH-KRZ_QhWAFscBHr1_LMH0Amuk0Ujc5FFfGeMhwcc3cwE0l-jEjBahRm2UQwRjL9evzMJZ89KuUgkOHfgCPpzrYKa7BVJw_/s1600-h/IMG_0631.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikzstahKu7ibtfvNbjxS33zeowUTpxrv0jF4kP9vmBWVZkFH-KRZ_QhWAFscBHr1_LMH0Amuk0Ujc5FFfGeMhwcc3cwE0l-jEjBahRm2UQwRjL9evzMJZ89KuUgkOHfgCPpzrYKa7BVJw_/s320/IMG_0631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600286453364162" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDwj9AtNWKcokM4Xd1mV45tVIp1UiKD7nIGkrZcRF-F4tLRJRMGTUiwZt21ICyum4lDbNT-J53qPjcB07Bbg8G-RblK3TZB7xqS0L-YtOPHELNw7NVE5kv6rkjwC34fLzptGNUbKv0fH7/s1600-h/IMG_0630.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDwj9AtNWKcokM4Xd1mV45tVIp1UiKD7nIGkrZcRF-F4tLRJRMGTUiwZt21ICyum4lDbNT-J53qPjcB07Bbg8G-RblK3TZB7xqS0L-YtOPHELNw7NVE5kv6rkjwC34fLzptGNUbKv0fH7/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353600461934194498" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-55486248960068769352009-06-27T13:03:00.015-05:002009-06-30T08:40:50.383-05:00Kitchen Make-OverLast week while I was fabric shopping on Harry Hines Boulevard, I found this 2 yard remnant for $2. I thought it should be in my fabric stash, so I picked it up. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CW7dIv-LYOvCfK0dJfRKF8edlNUG_b7Wfc5CHaFj3C6MmxX8vx4s6XHrj50aBFSFq4rf9ZQiOxVqI4RxgiTXqJOapvHwP0v8obZ5o_t_cv6dH_vnerHq5lvh7nbPTSM3Fnf211vj1jTd/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CW7dIv-LYOvCfK0dJfRKF8edlNUG_b7Wfc5CHaFj3C6MmxX8vx4s6XHrj50aBFSFq4rf9ZQiOxVqI4RxgiTXqJOapvHwP0v8obZ5o_t_cv6dH_vnerHq5lvh7nbPTSM3Fnf211vj1jTd/s200/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071432246683218" /></a><br /><br />When I got home, I realized that the 2 Barnes & Noble cups and saucers I picked up for $4 at a consignment store last month were an <em>exact</em> match!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRSshuGBoePRml7XZtYiHZ4UC65Sb-iW8KpegcfQrDz9_UdXuAcoIipS88ooe8ysKaMoiYAAjol5fwuERQ0c5ItdT4QtjTNkepEZA9bwofSYISd6wfXL-sWqfcjDxhWPc8oaYYX3GWECK/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRSshuGBoePRml7XZtYiHZ4UC65Sb-iW8KpegcfQrDz9_UdXuAcoIipS88ooe8ysKaMoiYAAjol5fwuERQ0c5ItdT4QtjTNkepEZA9bwofSYISd6wfXL-sWqfcjDxhWPc8oaYYX3GWECK/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071676651607842" /></a><br /><br />Now you have to realize that for the past few months, I have been drawn to Kitchen Aid's pink collection. Really it just started with the scissors for Christmas. But when I used them in the kitchen, it made me feel so very feminine. Really! My collection has since grown.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSa4cTj7CTB4ggXkhoIFr97l1N3NWAu7fPnAqju6aWJVyLA50uoRjzvaAl9cxa5zApgtppHOcUTdrAdKb3TwXQM8mG7rySoAfrb22ZvET7DSyuPmm4RQPo5lMvVaOJAFACO5rrbH-hXG9/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSa4cTj7CTB4ggXkhoIFr97l1N3NWAu7fPnAqju6aWJVyLA50uoRjzvaAl9cxa5zApgtppHOcUTdrAdKb3TwXQM8mG7rySoAfrb22ZvET7DSyuPmm4RQPo5lMvVaOJAFACO5rrbH-hXG9/s320/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352071885266022818" /></a><br /><br />Bethani had started saying that I have a pink phobia, but when I explained that phobia means fear, she changed to, "My mom is on a pink frenzy!"<br /><br />Will all of this in mind, my wheels began turning about a whole new set of projects. Having said all of that, here are my projects from Friday.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAW-lrv2VvFlAFSiz74-2uJKknvtin5XiMy5uIGBVenb5-bQHSJRSXZc-UkEgLFUfwOc6vjW6nIFBvnmOEMhDAoN6bYB8QAuzuxGSCFQrYVqSyMQRRD13BdtjbfrkzqNl-o5tSfY5LnECM/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAW-lrv2VvFlAFSiz74-2uJKknvtin5XiMy5uIGBVenb5-bQHSJRSXZc-UkEgLFUfwOc6vjW6nIFBvnmOEMhDAoN6bYB8QAuzuxGSCFQrYVqSyMQRRD13BdtjbfrkzqNl-o5tSfY5LnECM/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074259431501938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKU0yBN2Mb5hR7yMcCRqvKtiTQAq_wD_4IbEr_SswcWY2AG2_uUhncW7Cpa9lSyqTB9N3lApErJ6f9ZYvADlPExZUdgmb14MKdnsPsZdsQ998S65_sljCaPOlhUxR5HvBwFxkqwF5DBxs/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKU0yBN2Mb5hR7yMcCRqvKtiTQAq_wD_4IbEr_SswcWY2AG2_uUhncW7Cpa9lSyqTB9N3lApErJ6f9ZYvADlPExZUdgmb14MKdnsPsZdsQ998S65_sljCaPOlhUxR5HvBwFxkqwF5DBxs/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074012715224658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpdniDxQacCLeKGiEewg0RvrKPbQk0FFMCHUIGIRelEBejwQXhZ-9jL9DPD4RptNNM1XsinUOLJxzxJQ_OadOAUNpdfLnHaC0FBoPwQgrF5vEdDH5rhrfmSKtdiXjpQQfBYr_kQ4ZcYRE/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpdniDxQacCLeKGiEewg0RvrKPbQk0FFMCHUIGIRelEBejwQXhZ-9jL9DPD4RptNNM1XsinUOLJxzxJQ_OadOAUNpdfLnHaC0FBoPwQgrF5vEdDH5rhrfmSKtdiXjpQQfBYr_kQ4ZcYRE/s200/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073552664377010" /></a><br /><br />I searched diligently for pink kitchen towels to no avail. If anyone knows of where they are hiding, please let me know. So, what do you do when you can't find or afford what you want to buy? You make it yourself, right mom?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1Bqpmr8aWHj6DLNh0nGaZbKeoX2osD9d_9XUlTZo6EZAO9CGgAX90HPOJiDTjnNEFfmjwrHAO0a51jlTMXPEa_I8_HgJsF0SXUEanVg0uACgiTE50NnjLM9FzEDzC9XEfc-sylAJJtR3/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1Bqpmr8aWHj6DLNh0nGaZbKeoX2osD9d_9XUlTZo6EZAO9CGgAX90HPOJiDTjnNEFfmjwrHAO0a51jlTMXPEa_I8_HgJsF0SXUEanVg0uACgiTE50NnjLM9FzEDzC9XEfc-sylAJJtR3/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352074393291989522" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh, and dying white towels in the juice of freshly boiled beats doesn't work. Trust me.<br /><br /><br />Now, I realize that this pink and brown polka dot print is trendy and faddish, and one day my children will look back and remember with disdain "that horrible mud brown and candy pink kitchen," but keep in mind, I really don't have a lot of money invested. If and when I tire of this, I will simply start over with whatever else catches my fancy. <br /><br />You may be wondering why I post the following day... many times, my projects keep me up late into the night...<br /><br />(BTW, take my advice and don't use your pink spatula to cook Indian curry. Sad, very sad.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXfOjPrHGklnqV38JM-GQn8FPlRhX7il6xDn7NaG__Y6LiaWAVHScmu54HL6zk6hFanorFaNpa6p_LJpT8WatQk8rHrlmiN-WkU4N2ZVxcNPM2FJmXuwuCSm-wnMi4H3p5Za_vUrAbZ5g/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNXfOjPrHGklnqV38JM-GQn8FPlRhX7il6xDn7NaG__Y6LiaWAVHScmu54HL6zk6hFanorFaNpa6p_LJpT8WatQk8rHrlmiN-WkU4N2ZVxcNPM2FJmXuwuCSm-wnMi4H3p5Za_vUrAbZ5g/s200/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352073183792725026" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-15833216955813740282009-06-26T08:35:00.008-05:002009-06-26T08:44:38.928-05:00Baby GownI saw a very simple baby dress at the Market, and decided that sometimes simple is sweet. One of the teachers, Vaune Pierce made the statement that stuck with me, "When people look at the baby, their comments should be, 'look at that sweet baby' not 'look at that beautiful dress.'" In other words, if people notice the dress, but not the baby, you have just missed the goal. Here is the simple dress I constructed yesterday.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikllRMXCEj0TAvXEYUVjxnbyqZ2UZijWuT9j4Z2EBJDXqDljbDbzdB2Oh3y6Yc1g9kv_LKdMpmjS-TsS73B2f2WPNlJ6l0kx9lqn_uMLgbPWN6spKswRgAlGesjcPBjbGGfPwqTFFfboDg/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikllRMXCEj0TAvXEYUVjxnbyqZ2UZijWuT9j4Z2EBJDXqDljbDbzdB2Oh3y6Yc1g9kv_LKdMpmjS-TsS73B2f2WPNlJ6l0kx9lqn_uMLgbPWN6spKswRgAlGesjcPBjbGGfPwqTFFfboDg/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351630647507662034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuhObYw3AEytGmRi1ZHb91LwE5viLysq-9pU-e1dNY-B2mthpfMBgaK9CJx546u8IimX-gwiebk4RI6sGOXT-5hbGq_dtQAMVDlMapDgOe9zF9QgnPAhfjdD-AwzCCPpZwq6T2X_rh4se/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuhObYw3AEytGmRi1ZHb91LwE5viLysq-9pU-e1dNY-B2mthpfMBgaK9CJx546u8IimX-gwiebk4RI6sGOXT-5hbGq_dtQAMVDlMapDgOe9zF9QgnPAhfjdD-AwzCCPpZwq6T2X_rh4se/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351630527099666146" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here is the petticoat to go under this and other projects.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu1wpaRZIKI7uMB64GCCuwrEmrl9I0n2deWKt1upkBvaSWKhC-vsN9-dxrcc2ClfO3uvv8mObvF0s_EOHIrliI43WdGcL_0BsqBNt6hXL3Cre0jVMLMJJ_LiLNfUBT70M5Oi5FofGpbWe/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu1wpaRZIKI7uMB64GCCuwrEmrl9I0n2deWKt1upkBvaSWKhC-vsN9-dxrcc2ClfO3uvv8mObvF0s_EOHIrliI43WdGcL_0BsqBNt6hXL3Cre0jVMLMJJ_LiLNfUBT70M5Oi5FofGpbWe/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351631381945716098" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRzeYR9fwVOsEIOtAFlcwZjRLCGq038mX2VGSyOpXVolPclh12GyzYygNkffL1PLpHWz2fIKhLVAeGvk9MGBnDDZeuivGisQMxODmWgPpPvyi_qHQUeZDZrIEcVBAzGesxmg-Z6A0MfVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRzeYR9fwVOsEIOtAFlcwZjRLCGq038mX2VGSyOpXVolPclh12GyzYygNkffL1PLpHWz2fIKhLVAeGvk9MGBnDDZeuivGisQMxODmWgPpPvyi_qHQUeZDZrIEcVBAzGesxmg-Z6A0MfVQ/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351631253303529762" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-50015968680061388472009-06-25T09:49:00.005-05:002009-06-26T08:34:54.831-05:00Tea Bag PocketThis was yesterday's project.<br /><br />This little pocket is made completely from silk dupioni. I learned about this project from Beverly Sheldrick, a New Zealand teacher that was at Martha Pullen's Sewing Market last week.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyg8wZTPwQhiNq73sWnw4CdiWSuj9_2-36XkmL8npRiJxv4jQEs7DoMtX0j8pjYkOCuDLGJn9Nk725fMM3PmuO8oSwppjQePPGxfKGAkLpaF6gjggVhYQl8azSSWzShX-_4Aw7_r05d0Pk/s1600-h/Tea+Bag+Pocket.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyg8wZTPwQhiNq73sWnw4CdiWSuj9_2-36XkmL8npRiJxv4jQEs7DoMtX0j8pjYkOCuDLGJn9Nk725fMM3PmuO8oSwppjQePPGxfKGAkLpaF6gjggVhYQl8azSSWzShX-_4Aw7_r05d0Pk/s400/Tea+Bag+Pocket.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278345365585922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzKKwio2cIxsJNcnnZmv_YIbbuBTiCj20dNMe4r31XvPjva5L8vvtmxZq0FzTUeR2Y6lCnWDM9swSKwE_ryB3LrXz45l3nrNqWzFLK96OX7czRV5tbLfbBoxcotlZKr6FGn2YjS2tYlpz/s1600-h/Tea+Bag+Pocket+1.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzKKwio2cIxsJNcnnZmv_YIbbuBTiCj20dNMe4r31XvPjva5L8vvtmxZq0FzTUeR2Y6lCnWDM9swSKwE_ryB3LrXz45l3nrNqWzFLK96OX7czRV5tbLfbBoxcotlZKr6FGn2YjS2tYlpz/s320/Tea+Bag+Pocket+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351278235036512418" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPjs7j9ehGktddQLO9I5xfggh9BLG-i41dh-w4jfEJ8ne_f4cdwHYfZU2guTdNc5XVn1S-0ucOvwL8b1nWMM_Mpgk2phwJ-tJFqe-M7-T7LhRb1Aq__OHCeB9YK2c4_uLVgYIEzh29XnV/s1600-h/Tea+Bag+Pocket+2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPjs7j9ehGktddQLO9I5xfggh9BLG-i41dh-w4jfEJ8ne_f4cdwHYfZU2guTdNc5XVn1S-0ucOvwL8b1nWMM_Mpgk2phwJ-tJFqe-M7-T7LhRb1Aq__OHCeB9YK2c4_uLVgYIEzh29XnV/s320/Tea+Bag+Pocket+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351277852681112450" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-46773799408654226132009-06-21T16:18:00.003-05:002009-06-21T16:50:57.458-05:00Sewing MarketI have just returned from a 3-day sewing conference. Well, I didn't really stay away, it was just one hour away in Arlington. I left my house early in the morning, and returned late each night. All day I was exposed to more creativity than my mind could wrap around. I have so many projects whirling around in my little brain. I am currently in the middle of 4, and am anxious to start 4 or 5 more. I am hoping to crank out most of them in the next two weeks. Perhaps I will share with you along the way.<br /><br />I must tell you about the funniest thing happened on the second day. I slipped in late to the first class (I know that is hard to believe) and caught just the last 15 minutes of a skirt-making class. After sitting a few minutes in this class, the speaker asked, "Is anyone here wearing a skirt?" I sat motionless, trying not to look obvious, when she asked a second time. People started looking at me, and so I raised my hand. She called on me and asked me to come up to the stage. <br /><br />Wearing a long tiered white skirt, I made my way up the stairs and on the stage facing a group of about 75 sewers. The speaker asks the question, "So, is she wearing her best look? No. First of all, we would never put tiers around a skirt horizontally. White is never good on the bottom, and knee length is much more slenderizing. This long, flared, tiered skirt makes her appear short and wide. This is NOT her best look. Would she wear this to her 30 year high school reunion??" At this point I had taken enough, and called out, "I would have been 10!" <br /><br />She pulled my skirt up to my knees and tugged it tight around my thighs. Now, I have had plenty of opportunity to analyze this body in a variety of garments, and I have to tell you that what they saw could not have been a pretty sight. She said, "Now, doesn't this look a lot better? If you can't see that this looks better, then you need to just stick to the rules because you are not seeing right."<br /><br />Hmm, how presmptuous of her.<br /><br />When I returned to my seat, I turned to the person behind me and asked, "And why did I just volunteer for that??" I was thinking, first of all, this didn't help us in skirt-making. Secondly I was thinking, this is not the way to win friends and influence people, and then I thought, this woman has no people skills. <br /><br />I could tell the ladies in the class felt bad for me. Apparently they didn't know that I wasn't all that fragile. When the class was finished a sweet lady came up to me and said, "I think your skirt is beautiful, and yesterday I heard you tell someone that you had a 17 year-old daughter, and I could not believe it." How sweet of this lady to help me regain my dignity.<br /><br />The comical thing was that all day long, about every 3 feet, someone was stopping to tell me how beautiful my skirt was. The icing on the cake was when the director of speakers stopped me the next day to say "Your white skirt yesterday was just <em>darling!</em>"Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-80693731996990774362009-06-08T22:30:00.008-05:002009-06-15T20:42:05.424-05:00It's a Girl!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxpW6Dn2lrJ-jwrcqTExRMlmA8WzkporxGYn2M-C9czY_YyHsksJ0bfNJAJXCjpzD4gtUmjlpbJlEBpeiprXZ7f_nvsGl7LJaI7MXqCjzHLlQ8DtnVJVf07qPol0VVPwgQZKMQ76djCwa/s1600-h/Precious+Gift.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxpW6Dn2lrJ-jwrcqTExRMlmA8WzkporxGYn2M-C9czY_YyHsksJ0bfNJAJXCjpzD4gtUmjlpbJlEBpeiprXZ7f_nvsGl7LJaI7MXqCjzHLlQ8DtnVJVf07qPol0VVPwgQZKMQ76djCwa/s400/Precious+Gift.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347721314239177362" /></a><br /> <em><strong>Tessa Ionie Euler</strong></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At last...the moment we have all been waiting for. <br /><br />Congratulations Jason and Amanda. We are so happy for youMelisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-18114548265472260552009-06-08T22:13:00.005-05:002009-06-08T22:29:51.766-05:00Mom just commented on how long it has been since my last post, and she is right. I am out of college and homeschool now, so I have no excuse. <br /><br />Last week we entertained Nate, (Tiffani's friend from Indiana), and took the opportunity to tour the Kennedy memorial area. <br /><br />This is a picture of the window from which the rifle was seen.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXqcT32v355LdqA652cI8_thMItQ_Rkz31ZIdxn4aP-DXBhWYmcSlsYrZ_XRHREFCbDTI-WnCcE0y7CsWCUQYe0hTZosA8qJtQ5Q9UQ851WpvuwEWtIz9beNOdFZ_bV7WnqzXhn0n_m8b/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXqcT32v355LdqA652cI8_thMItQ_Rkz31ZIdxn4aP-DXBhWYmcSlsYrZ_XRHREFCbDTI-WnCcE0y7CsWCUQYe0hTZosA8qJtQ5Q9UQ851WpvuwEWtIz9beNOdFZ_bV7WnqzXhn0n_m8b/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345163306883761426" /></a><br /><br />Here is the spot in the road where the car was when Kennedy was fatally shot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-3xCXBebPRFkD4ACZkEt-qalsQrzaik9KJGrVxfbnAhqF9CseXBAw4NFV-G7V25vcZG94L0xS9nOHY0uX-kWSkRherD1uza8yrgEdh8jwvNGv5oRmi39Tyv_yv5wguoRGfaxRDGDSfoH/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-3xCXBebPRFkD4ACZkEt-qalsQrzaik9KJGrVxfbnAhqF9CseXBAw4NFV-G7V25vcZG94L0xS9nOHY0uX-kWSkRherD1uza8yrgEdh8jwvNGv5oRmi39Tyv_yv5wguoRGfaxRDGDSfoH/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345163464481488418" /></a><br /><br />It was a sobering tour, but very enlightening just the same.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsfrNfFmM5roYeip2adA9FOePDfYxMoK52EuScd3cC0b7Rudv69Ze5ynYAjIKlpX3NGr2s7WarOTJX4fslrq9aSdEOPOkBovC7AO13XVPoUyq074cytq6rPzmDDYAqiEYCiuzlxkkpDMl/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsfrNfFmM5roYeip2adA9FOePDfYxMoK52EuScd3cC0b7Rudv69Ze5ynYAjIKlpX3NGr2s7WarOTJX4fslrq9aSdEOPOkBovC7AO13XVPoUyq074cytq6rPzmDDYAqiEYCiuzlxkkpDMl/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345163637207590578" /></a><br /><br />Because Nate had never taken a train ride, we decided to add a little interest to our downtown trip and take the Dart train. On our way back, we got off at CityPlace and rode the McKinney trolley. It was just a piece of the past, and a bit of nostalgia. Here we are waiting for the train.Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-48882309643688880762009-05-14T16:48:00.003-05:002009-05-14T16:54:49.883-05:00Gunbarrel CityWe preached in Gunbarrel City this past weekend. Only in Texas...Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-6296868699567018092009-05-03T01:06:00.001-05:002009-05-03T01:07:37.129-05:00Hello World!!!!! I am back. <br /><br />All projects are finished and turned in--just waitin' for the final exams.<br /><br />I am so happy to be back. My family is happy I'm back too. (Bethani keeps telling me so.)Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-28272066457276989422009-04-13T08:28:00.002-05:002009-04-13T08:34:18.730-05:00Easter 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdogBKTZS3DlnS6nnAHya0r8LBZxwuz288swE9GWq2yLKdtogwUY8HtSI2eUIbyY_3zny_C4qBVYFH055B58k8n1BoaiG-SeIAuq2P6BCZiMmkcLc9cvXo1g685ChRuKMPwkrO8YzbBYxU/s1600-h/Smiling.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdogBKTZS3DlnS6nnAHya0r8LBZxwuz288swE9GWq2yLKdtogwUY8HtSI2eUIbyY_3zny_C4qBVYFH055B58k8n1BoaiG-SeIAuq2P6BCZiMmkcLc9cvXo1g685ChRuKMPwkrO8YzbBYxU/s400/Smiling.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324168706791935346" /></a><br />Here we are in our Easter best.Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-13189917974890540912009-03-21T22:11:00.002-06:002009-03-21T23:04:40.555-06:00Birthday GirlIt has been entirely too long since my last entry. I am still knee deep in this college thing. (What was I thinking???) Nevertheless, I couldn't let Bethani's birthday go by without a few pictures. <br /><br />It was a wild ride--I have to admit that. We had 12 girls at first, but only 9 of them stayed the night. Notice I said <em>only!</em> Have you ever entertained 9 squealing giggly 10 year-old (approx) girls??? Tiffani and I traded off and on. I don't know what I would have done without her help organizing the social part. The girls also really enjoyed her salon expertise Saturday morning.<br /><br />Apparently Twister is a big hit at this age. I wouldn't recommend it in a mixed crowd, however.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=85418880a6418f94adde83" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=85418880a6418f94adde83&skin_id=601&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com&pid=624" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=85418880a6418f94adde83&skin_id=601&source=emplay&pid=624" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/85418880a6418f94adde83/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /></a><br/><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&pid=624&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make photo slide shows at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-90730269217852733672009-02-09T10:52:00.005-06:002009-02-09T11:13:45.939-06:00School Woes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGne_lDyJP169jxXXFIy0MRn1FexxMeieVagkzAxzPfcgHQGqQM5ezEzkeWd5wsL_XnQWC5A8QusAeGOjQUGj5kcvd5Iauleks6i53LRMjn0YAl_5Vf1lfMiJDJlJ4qtZPiuES7Du3bbG/s1600-h/mom+%26+Tiff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGne_lDyJP169jxXXFIy0MRn1FexxMeieVagkzAxzPfcgHQGqQM5ezEzkeWd5wsL_XnQWC5A8QusAeGOjQUGj5kcvd5Iauleks6i53LRMjn0YAl_5Vf1lfMiJDJlJ4qtZPiuES7Du3bbG/s400/mom+%26+Tiff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300845277447287234" /></a><br />It has been a long time...I know. Our life has just become so very crowded, and I am afraid this is how it will be until spring--at which time, you may hear more from me. You see I have just begun my final round at college. In order to make this the last one, I have taken an extra heavy load. I keep reminding myself that May is coming, and when it gets here, I will be a better interpreter. <br /><br />Additionally, I am starting a new Bible study on Wednesday afternoons. I am very excited about this. After all, if I am too busy to teach a Bible study, I am too busy. <br /><br />Tiffani is taking Deaf Culture and Fingerspelling and Numbers. I have class on Monday and Wednesday, (after my Bible study, and before church) while she and Raphalen, (a good friend) have class on Tuesday. On Thursday, the three of us leave home at 3:00, and don't get back until about 11:00. It is a long, very long evening. Thankfully Craig is able to hold the fort while we are gone. <br /><br /> <br /><br />As far as practicum goes...I seriously doubt that I will meet the required 200 observation intern hours. It is really a sad thing--I would like to take advantage of those learning opportunities, but really, people, there are just so many hours in a day. Keep in mind, May is coming.<br /><br />Craig is busy preaching out every weekend. I miss not going with him, especially when he is flying to other states, but during this season of my life, I must attend to other duties. There will come a time when we will again travel together.<br /><br />For now, Bethani is excited about planning her birthday sleepover. I'm sure I will have pictures and stories to share...Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-77087578050435313642009-01-16T14:24:00.006-06:002009-01-16T14:31:43.393-06:00Our Godly Fruit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDbmQz9lm_I6r3ccskTm8XTKL4p7wtfoVifUI6YgC3n2uU_rAi8jqnCN03a37wPn-LVtGFzrch56vpNH9NYybTXmPynn414RyUubg8Px1W9JAXO41OlaJ9ZidIrJj6E4JK7M8_L_2VU0d/s1600-h/Tiffani.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDbmQz9lm_I6r3ccskTm8XTKL4p7wtfoVifUI6YgC3n2uU_rAi8jqnCN03a37wPn-LVtGFzrch56vpNH9NYybTXmPynn414RyUubg8Px1W9JAXO41OlaJ9ZidIrJj6E4JK7M8_L_2VU0d/s400/Tiffani.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291991214647002242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkZBu4UHoFo5vh3UXfqhha1ABXWwDthkgJEVkcI0bgyzYPLfoqyppkUSb5rOXDcNT651y4nA6OVNAJDuNNHA5TOvKatTW0Qcpf4pHYS4gc7qCYfzX4NRg_a96kMV4wW3yyn0pUA7F9EYg/s1600-h/Bethani.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkZBu4UHoFo5vh3UXfqhha1ABXWwDthkgJEVkcI0bgyzYPLfoqyppkUSb5rOXDcNT651y4nA6OVNAJDuNNHA5TOvKatTW0Qcpf4pHYS4gc7qCYfzX4NRg_a96kMV4wW3yyn0pUA7F9EYg/s400/Bethani.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291991761093127394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEcIrnLO36Vit5CsbG-AcSXAb31OPLOTscFZu1gW0IOYACLeoP6C5Ko-Rj0dsVdME5XAaCwhdqPR0ZLttHHSPaGVSRwVVxHAkVAdi9pB1s9EChXDKta8c17GJM2fhI2AfOt6lvGNc3spk/s1600-h/Jeremi.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYEcIrnLO36Vit5CsbG-AcSXAb31OPLOTscFZu1gW0IOYACLeoP6C5Ko-Rj0dsVdME5XAaCwhdqPR0ZLttHHSPaGVSRwVVxHAkVAdi9pB1s9EChXDKta8c17GJM2fhI2AfOt6lvGNc3spk/s400/Jeremi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291991101091319362" /></a><br />God has been good to us. I am so thankful for our children. What an awesome responsibility I feel to set a good example before them. I know that everyday I make mistakes--my prayer is that even in that they will learn and find themselves gracefully righting their wrongs.Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3557352537715500696.post-79008959531376780182008-12-26T23:45:00.010-06:002008-12-27T00:20:49.443-06:00Christmas Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQ-HxvldOiucTSl4M94JfcwdpZKcDDLfZ7wG6QYOk9m3yImZpRz8EoM_e3C0KvNaPYSL3EsxWFsjsgZmscZN2oTQtXqZFqj7-lSvBdXttgkukGlBPi2wAsNpsfM3vOkEQk6b-4lALM_n6/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQ-HxvldOiucTSl4M94JfcwdpZKcDDLfZ7wG6QYOk9m3yImZpRz8EoM_e3C0KvNaPYSL3EsxWFsjsgZmscZN2oTQtXqZFqj7-lSvBdXttgkukGlBPi2wAsNpsfM3vOkEQk6b-4lALM_n6/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284350988179081634" /></a><br />What a wonderful time we are having with our family. Here is a peek into our Christmas day:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZQRZ7292TgyJfJgYilDIGsijbPVphbIra7qLGRR6Qv-t3HsqaPjxm_t81OpsDmO4FIzUn9bZ3kY3lCNooTM0UqeI85B5wzZwD4lr1Z9aR7KwCsNxGAeoBiNfBPwzBOmr1LLTf-XJNb7E/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZQRZ7292TgyJfJgYilDIGsijbPVphbIra7qLGRR6Qv-t3HsqaPjxm_t81OpsDmO4FIzUn9bZ3kY3lCNooTM0UqeI85B5wzZwD4lr1Z9aR7KwCsNxGAeoBiNfBPwzBOmr1LLTf-XJNb7E/s400/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284344558222083714" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqjhr0tliYwLTrQTV09NvbCAjYqzS0T3bx741Sja8Oww0QbPFtqqRY5OlWxeNNzIOAWHFKSujzFncTgaPUVGb1sO8mnwLSWezlDOY7BQ6W2XAJhyphenhyphenrt52llIBcVx7qY9V25gwDRkFIyEpx/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+2008+035.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqjhr0tliYwLTrQTV09NvbCAjYqzS0T3bx741Sja8Oww0QbPFtqqRY5OlWxeNNzIOAWHFKSujzFncTgaPUVGb1sO8mnwLSWezlDOY7BQ6W2XAJhyphenhyphenrt52llIBcVx7qY9V25gwDRkFIyEpx/s400/Christmas+Day+2008+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284344327513327122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvE2ItJ0Bse8HzedrC4reX8Wtg6mwhVunMJ8MbIRVr9z8eGwkuB7n1Ahg_pwtzLiDVpt4lP_ms2sTrL3JVE94SZ7RCuK47yEpKfvQmYrjAqxluRB2YIz_sH-PxWtCZS7dtJ2L0ec-0kM3_/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+2008+038.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvE2ItJ0Bse8HzedrC4reX8Wtg6mwhVunMJ8MbIRVr9z8eGwkuB7n1Ahg_pwtzLiDVpt4lP_ms2sTrL3JVE94SZ7RCuK47yEpKfvQmYrjAqxluRB2YIz_sH-PxWtCZS7dtJ2L0ec-0kM3_/s400/Christmas+Day+2008+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284343775516255938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpADfObQV4K6_qbmicM9oZb3YQQzJHo1d8PtNIcG-7F3KDmaIQNs7zrN2su_-0H7pYgahljm6rCQL0qvIUMNs65EyPDE8Nh2SArLxJA9dLcc8pWxVir9Cuz697_wT1NXp0kz5xxRFU3E3A/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+2008+030.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpADfObQV4K6_qbmicM9oZb3YQQzJHo1d8PtNIcG-7F3KDmaIQNs7zrN2su_-0H7pYgahljm6rCQL0qvIUMNs65EyPDE8Nh2SArLxJA9dLcc8pWxVir9Cuz697_wT1NXp0kz5xxRFU3E3A/s400/Christmas+Day+2008+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284343540389257970" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHFK9HblhiAtBE-FpUWRuPHPGU8_QIPErioJ25FyAaYDWNANDw1ydXtvVcKFb_Rm1mBRgdEGivMEaxlnbPjkRKbKLWt9I3SM_AL7xPnmGCEplGrojH9c2HPDpQqPtJoi0c7dJovVtZgOs/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+2008+022.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHFK9HblhiAtBE-FpUWRuPHPGU8_QIPErioJ25FyAaYDWNANDw1ydXtvVcKFb_Rm1mBRgdEGivMEaxlnbPjkRKbKLWt9I3SM_AL7xPnmGCEplGrojH9c2HPDpQqPtJoi0c7dJovVtZgOs/s400/Christmas+Day+2008+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284343302553211938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdCrK2kx_OVMIRUf5kWsJ1LJt4W61pLZSkFMPpEV3ufJuPhCSqILFCayBz3qGawUDyrqyaXWZPd-bIXEYDhPVxQBUK-4Kqbc2y8HrlySm-kadopJocy0I3R4JHv8zQmhs2tlUEVnxD24H/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+2008+004.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdCrK2kx_OVMIRUf5kWsJ1LJt4W61pLZSkFMPpEV3ufJuPhCSqILFCayBz3qGawUDyrqyaXWZPd-bIXEYDhPVxQBUK-4Kqbc2y8HrlySm-kadopJocy0I3R4JHv8zQmhs2tlUEVnxD24H/s400/Christmas+Day+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284342830687542898" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJiXZ7TmAQ8t6HZ6CgMNUfVMmX8HT6XVq5CtIQzDfcRus_ak00WFXOiMLgwYe6NPnVIP3KLStNjbOvCIAxe2gQl7sNXu84wsEL9XUgWRY3lbecZIo_H9-oUADPDMKivL_-Jpz_3SRdIC5h/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+2008+007.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJiXZ7TmAQ8t6HZ6CgMNUfVMmX8HT6XVq5CtIQzDfcRus_ak00WFXOiMLgwYe6NPnVIP3KLStNjbOvCIAxe2gQl7sNXu84wsEL9XUgWRY3lbecZIo_H9-oUADPDMKivL_-Jpz_3SRdIC5h/s400/Christmas+Day+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284342587633837874" /></a>Melisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16929394013059861831noreply@blogger.com0