<?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-7281886925218425419</id><updated>2012-01-28T11:24:10.493-05:00</updated><category term='Take yo'/><title type='text'>Daysez Designs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Denise</name><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>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-4688651644467385833</id><published>2012-01-27T09:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:12:33.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Ribbon Storage</title><content type='html'>I really want one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.ribboncarousel.com/2012/01/27/fresh-off-the-spool-and-the-new-ribbon-carousel.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4688651644467385833?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4688651644467385833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4688651644467385833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4688651644467385833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4688651644467385833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2012/01/awesome-ribbon-storage.html' title='Awesome Ribbon Storage'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1222211362065474035</id><published>2012-01-09T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:02:03.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Vitamin C</title><content type='html'>Psychologist Dr Edward Hallowell published this in a Connect Magazine in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a nation of doers.  We hurry from place to place, filling our lives with all kinds of activities, sometimes over scheduling our kids and ourselves.  But what really sustains us emotionally, psychologically, and psychically is connectedness, the feeling that we are a part of something that matters, something that is larger than ourselves that gives life meaning.  Just as there is a vitamin deficiency, there is a human contact deficiency, and it weakens the body, the mind,  and the spirit.  Its ravages can be severe - depression, physical illness, early death.  Or they can be mild - underachievement, fatigue, and loneliness.  Just as we need Vitamin C each day we also need a dose of human contact everyday with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had your dose of Vitamin "C" - connectedness today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1222211362065474035?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1222211362065474035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1222211362065474035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1222211362065474035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1222211362065474035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2012/01/real-vitamin-c.html' title='The Real Vitamin C'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2997157351794475109</id><published>2012-01-02T06:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:43:48.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming - OLW</title><content type='html'>Here is the definition of my OLW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="header"&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;be·com·ing&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display:inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;bih-&lt;span class="boldface"&gt;kuhm&lt;/span&gt;-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default; font-weight: bold;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;adjective&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;suits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;gives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;pleasing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;effect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;attractive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;appearance,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;thing:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;dress;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;hairdo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;suitable;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;appropriate;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;proper:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;sentiment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Aristotelianism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;involving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;realization&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;potentialities,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/movement"&gt;movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;lower&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;level&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;potentiality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); cursor: default;" id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;higher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;level&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;actuality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2997157351794475109?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2997157351794475109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2997157351794475109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2997157351794475109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2997157351794475109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2012/01/becoming-olw.html' title='Becoming - OLW'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5042422297228734813</id><published>2011-12-31T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:41:01.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming - In a new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;Last night I chose my word for the One Little Word project -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a better person in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. spiritually - becoming more Christ - like&lt;br /&gt;2. financially - becoming stable and secure&lt;br /&gt;3. mother - becoming the best I can be to both of my kids&lt;br /&gt;4. grandmother - becoming the active grandparent in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;5. Friend -becoming someone they can count on to be there both in good times and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of losing Claudia, knowing that her daughter and family  stood right beside her until the end, the friendship she had with all of  us - not ever meeting us, the kindness in her heart, among many other  attributes has made me decided to become a better person. Now knowing  she is gone - I know that is the word for me. I am honored to have known such a wonderful woman even tho I never met her in person.  Claudia had a heart as big as anyone that I have ever know.  She was generous with her time and talents - sent boxes to Operation Write Home, sent inspiring and uplifting emails if she read sadness in someone's post - just a Real Live Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia's spirit lives on in her family but especially in her daughter Melissa.  Getting to know Missy these past few weeks, I can see why she has always been proud of her daughter.  Missy is a strong person - there when she was needed - holding up the family and stepping into her mother's shoes.  Love ya girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a hard year for me with losing my job, decline in my health, financial and family issues just to name a few.  I feel that part of the reason this is happening is due to my failure to look UP.  Instead I have had a negative attitude and feeling sorry for myself.  Its time to hitch up the boot straps and get on with living to the best of my ability. But in doing so not to forget to always LOOK UP AND THANK GOD FOR ALL THE TRIALS AND BLESSINGS IN MY LIFE on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandmother passed away 30 years ago on New Year's Eve and it wasn't until her passing did we know that she did not like New Years Eve and what it stood for.  She was a survivor of the World War II, a wife and mother - but it meant she was getting another year older.  So it was fitting that she passed before the New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's will always be a tribute to these 2 beautiful women who went to Heaven to prepare a place for the rest of us. I don't look at it as dying, but moving to a new home.  That is the way my other Grandma Elsie always told us - "I am not dying, I am moving to my other home". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5042422297228734813?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5042422297228734813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5042422297228734813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5042422297228734813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5042422297228734813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/becoming-in-new-year.html' title='Becoming - In a new year'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1190008167434461916</id><published>2011-12-24T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:32:14.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>WOW! I can't believe it is finally here.  I just took the tree skirt off the bottom of the tree to sweep around it and so much grit and hair from the dogs fell off.  Into the washer it went - since all the gifts have been taken to my mothers, I thought - lets just take down the tree.  But I will not be all humbug till tomorrow night! I am so ready to have my house back to normal (what ever that is)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the album for my roommate and she looked at it and said Thank You - its beautiful.  She is really depressed as she hasn't heard from her children.  Her birthday was the 10th and now with Christmas - its their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers and good wishes to all the friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My family and that we are going to be together tomorrow to celebrate His birth&lt;br /&gt;2.  My health is improving - getting feeling back in my face&lt;br /&gt;3.  Christmas is almost over - the commercial side of it&lt;br /&gt;4. Going to Candle light services tonight to honor our Savior&lt;br /&gt;5.  My family and friends both near and far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1190008167434461916?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1190008167434461916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1190008167434461916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1190008167434461916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1190008167434461916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5039512517965147220</id><published>2011-12-23T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:09:43.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude List and Holiday Decorations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_wFbLKFL5M/TvSLlBJSlqI/AAAAAAAAANE/ozfxEnj5q70/s1600/100_2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_wFbLKFL5M/TvSLlBJSlqI/AAAAAAAAANE/ozfxEnj5q70/s320/100_2212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689325697354602146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0q7MhRoqymc/TvSLk_9g8JI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V_igYj1SWZo/s1600/100_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0q7MhRoqymc/TvSLk_9g8JI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V_igYj1SWZo/s320/100_2206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689325697036775570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmrW7x5HYx8/TvSLlfoHBwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/v6ZUo5cWZNw/s1600/100_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmrW7x5HYx8/TvSLlfoHBwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/v6ZUo5cWZNw/s320/100_2215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689325705536931586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Gratitude List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The sun is shining and the weather is warm&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have food in the house&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have finished all the Christmas gifts, wrapped and ready to take to parents.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have a roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have my health even tho I struggle with some things - fibro, asthma, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a clean, sweep and mop day.  I started to do it yesterday and ran out of steam quickly so I headed to my craft room and played.  Made another little album - have to get the pictures to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some Holiday Decoration in my neighborhood as well as the trees from the mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5039512517965147220?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5039512517965147220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5039512517965147220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5039512517965147220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5039512517965147220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratitude-list-and-holiday-decorations.html' title='Gratitude List and Holiday Decorations'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-S_wFbLKFL5M/TvSLlBJSlqI/AAAAAAAAANE/ozfxEnj5q70/s72-c/100_2212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-1043437211665915160</id><published>2011-12-22T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:41:03.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude and 2012 Goals</title><content type='html'>Firstly I want to start out with what I am Grateful for at this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My Salvation&lt;br /&gt;2.  My Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. My Children and my Grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;4.  My Dogs that love unconditional and have taught me how to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My friends and extended family that I have over at 2Peas.    There are so many loving and talented ladies that I am happy to have as an extended part of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that in mind - my goals for 2012 are J.O.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend more time in the Word and in Prayer and with other who share the love of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others - honor and lift them up and be kind.  Go back to the Golden Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself - treat myself as a person - work through the depression and weight issues.  Take care of myself and quit worrying about what others think.  Know that I Matter to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1043437211665915160?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1043437211665915160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1043437211665915160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1043437211665915160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1043437211665915160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratitude-and-2012-goals.html' title='Gratitude and 2012 Goals'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8300767502267403838</id><published>2011-12-18T07:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T07:39:16.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>I have been a slacker due to the allergic reaction to a medication the doctor put me on.  My neck is swollen and tight, numb and tingling and constant pain.  I can't turn my head to the right without severe pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that it is better by Christmas.  They said the medication will have to work out of my system.  It was a steroid and a C-pack where you take 6, then 5, then 4, etc.  I had gotten down to the 4th day when I quit taking them.  So basically I have 2 weeks worth in my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8300767502267403838?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8300767502267403838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8300767502267403838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8300767502267403838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8300767502267403838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/slacking_18.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1562456711919042083</id><published>2011-12-18T07:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T07:36:34.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1562456711919042083?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1562456711919042083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1562456711919042083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1562456711919042083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1562456711919042083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-6432071400418645159</id><published>2011-12-12T14:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:06:39.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9l3fNMezhU/TuZeQexrQrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7Jwpo2BdQ1A/s1600/100_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK1ge5bZRr8/TuZclMZ-hQI/AAAAAAAAALA/ijUa1woh2uY/s1600/100_2199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BK1ge5bZRr8/TuZclMZ-hQI/AAAAAAAAALA/ijUa1woh2uY/s200/100_2199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685333373656925442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the album/portfolio I made with the help of Kathy from Paper Phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2r6rgZe8CE/TuZc32dHMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/eJBwhycdSm0/s1600/100_2200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2r6rgZe8CE/TuZc32dHMjI/AAAAAAAAALM/eJBwhycdSm0/s200/100_2200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685333694182011442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKke_gZI7c4/TuZdq8UlaeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cKWmlVekxWY/s1600/100_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KKke_gZI7c4/TuZdq8UlaeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cKWmlVekxWY/s200/100_2201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685334571930184162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFVu0eaVJtI/TuZeXaPIBNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fc4wbq0R5Gg/s1600/100_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFVu0eaVJtI/TuZeXaPIBNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/fc4wbq0R5Gg/s200/100_2204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685335335874594002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC_Xp5GfoGI/TuZd55R3_PI/AAAAAAAAAMU/usRbA5Vq978/s1600/100_2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC_Xp5GfoGI/TuZd55R3_PI/AAAAAAAAAMU/usRbA5Vq978/s200/100_2202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685334828811549938" 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/7281886925218425419-6432071400418645159?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6432071400418645159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6432071400418645159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6432071400418645159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6432071400418645159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/portfolio.html' title='Portfolio'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-BK1ge5bZRr8/TuZclMZ-hQI/AAAAAAAAALA/ijUa1woh2uY/s72-c/100_2199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-4191392643367453544</id><published>2011-12-12T14:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:55:40.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zDHBm-7mVg/TuZaeOh8_zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HPkDTvjReNE/s1600/100_2173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zDHBm-7mVg/TuZaeOh8_zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HPkDTvjReNE/s200/100_2173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685331054944911154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly - wanted to show you why I can't put presents under the tree - My Baby Boy! If I put anything under the tree he pushes it away. Normally the other doxie is there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbyjNJoiy1Q/TuZbjIv8QDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/RWwgsQa-s6k/s1600/100_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5g9hTsZuIVw/TuZbhTHSAQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4hozoz9c6cM/s1600/100_2200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4191392643367453544?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4191392643367453544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4191392643367453544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4191392643367453544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4191392643367453544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-book.html' title='Holiday Book'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-8zDHBm-7mVg/TuZaeOh8_zI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HPkDTvjReNE/s72-c/100_2173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-6657642088009318431</id><published>2011-12-09T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:33:38.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronchitis</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling well so I went to the doctor yesterday and I am having another bout of bronchitis.  I remember now why I hate taking steroids.  I have been up ALL night. I have a Christmas Luncheon to go to today so there is no way that I can sleep.  I am calling the doctor to see if I can take the darn things at night - I am up during the day anyway.  It is one of those where you take 6 one day, then 5, then 4 till you reach the last day of taking 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my portfolio to finish, 2 matchbook albums to make, 2 wedding portfolio albums to make and I haven't done squat for my DD.  I think that will turn into my annual Christmas one that I put the family pictures in.  I need to be more organized. I was much better when I was working.  I had a handle on time management.  Oh yeah - I am also making plastic canvas place mats for my mother. How many days till Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get off from here and get started on the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6657642088009318431?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6657642088009318431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6657642088009318431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6657642088009318431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6657642088009318431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/bronchitis.html' title='Bronchitis'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3299127461574268584</id><published>2011-12-07T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:51:49.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jesus Advent Celebration</title><content type='html'>A Jesse Tree Journey is a wonderful book to unwrap more of his Love.  Check it out at www.aholyexperience.com .  There is a link to the book on the right side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3299127461574268584?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3299127461574268584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3299127461574268584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3299127461574268584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3299127461574268584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/jesus-advent-celebration.html' title='A Jesus Advent Celebration'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5069254663594735547</id><published>2011-12-05T17:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:43:23.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards and more cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZE-EY4myek/Tt1JBk3iJFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lTE1nsAEFo8/s1600/100_2171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZE-EY4myek/Tt1JBk3iJFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lTE1nsAEFo8/s200/100_2171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682778596236731474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfzUFxALAp8/Tt1I5KCvvAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Fura_rblvg/s1600/100_2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WfzUFxALAp8/Tt1I5KCvvAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-Fura_rblvg/s200/100_2168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682778451597048834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6df26Au-Ihk/Tt1IxyWaubI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o2xgtpKVOGw/s1600/100_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6df26Au-Ihk/Tt1IxyWaubI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o2xgtpKVOGw/s200/100_2167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682778324978022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q__colfCErA/Tt1Ipm8TDxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xo0pFsOFCks/s1600/100_2166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q__colfCErA/Tt1Ipm8TDxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xo0pFsOFCks/s200/100_2166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682778184476725010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bajBwwqsIo/Tt1IgRrw36I/AAAAAAAAAIs/AXFSWI5iA4k/s1600/100_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bajBwwqsIo/Tt1IgRrw36I/AAAAAAAAAIs/AXFSWI5iA4k/s200/100_2170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682778024151408546" 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/7281886925218425419-5069254663594735547?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5069254663594735547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5069254663594735547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5069254663594735547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5069254663594735547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/cards-and-more-cards.html' title='Cards and more cards'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-EZE-EY4myek/Tt1JBk3iJFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lTE1nsAEFo8/s72-c/100_2171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-5658398311062271582</id><published>2011-12-05T17:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:37:29.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzouL8elSM0/Tt1G13ozciI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0v1NFRqLVwI/s1600/100_2163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzouL8elSM0/Tt1G13ozciI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0v1NFRqLVwI/s200/100_2163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776196093538850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of Christine's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CFJ5WmFrxA/Tt1HAAa6ovI/AAAAAAAAAII/sNO-cqNJdc8/s1600/100_2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CFJ5WmFrxA/Tt1HAAa6ovI/AAAAAAAAAII/sNO-cqNJdc8/s200/100_2164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776370249900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure who's made the rest of these: Bad Hostess didn't check before tossing the envelope and the crafter didn't sign them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZZ_dl-q75g/Tt1HQhG8UuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IlDuld85ZcE/s1600/100_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZZ_dl-q75g/Tt1HQhG8UuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IlDuld85ZcE/s200/100_2165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682776653902402274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dZZ_dl-q75g/Tt1HQhG8UuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IlDuld85ZcE/s1600/100_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1M7OK6usSkw/Tt1Hl1sy6jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fbSaPn00zsw/s1600/100_2169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1M7OK6usSkw/Tt1Hl1sy6jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fbSaPn00zsw/s200/100_2169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682777020207131186" 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/7281886925218425419-5658398311062271582?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5658398311062271582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5658398311062271582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5658398311062271582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5658398311062271582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-qzouL8elSM0/Tt1G13ozciI/AAAAAAAAAH8/0v1NFRqLVwI/s72-c/100_2163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-2546378778438878017</id><published>2011-12-05T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:33:33.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfxkffSKKHo/Tt1Gd4F92_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/AEMkD-Pmgz0/s1600/100_2160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfxkffSKKHo/Tt1Gd4F92_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/AEMkD-Pmgz0/s320/100_2160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682775783898995698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one from GoBucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiORwXk8Ggc/Tt1GoKIB4mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GUvzWmJ89Ks/s1600/100_2162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JiORwXk8Ggc/Tt1GoKIB4mI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GUvzWmJ89Ks/s200/100_2162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682775960538178146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One from Christine58&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2546378778438878017?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2546378778438878017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2546378778438878017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2546378778438878017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2546378778438878017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-cards.html' title='More cards'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-QfxkffSKKHo/Tt1Gd4F92_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/AEMkD-Pmgz0/s72-c/100_2160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-1002856218712572274</id><published>2011-12-05T17:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:31:42.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More cards from the swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwjLJl_HMSI/Tt1F5hXb3CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2OMUlZUiYRM/s1600/100_2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwjLJl_HMSI/Tt1F5hXb3CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2OMUlZUiYRM/s320/100_2172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682775159322958882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd card I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from the other ladies in the swap - aren't they awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one that GoBucks made to honor her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCDnU-AWVC8/Tt1GHfeC_aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VGLpY3FS0Wk/s1600/100_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCDnU-AWVC8/Tt1GHfeC_aI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VGLpY3FS0Wk/s320/100_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682775399331986850" 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/7281886925218425419-1002856218712572274?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1002856218712572274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1002856218712572274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1002856218712572274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1002856218712572274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-cards-from-swap.html' title='More cards from the swap'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-rwjLJl_HMSI/Tt1F5hXb3CI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2OMUlZUiYRM/s72-c/100_2172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-1987716107674513680</id><published>2011-12-04T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:52:15.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gesN5j4GyYM/TtwVf_8WvbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/om6OdbmGZbM/s1600/100_2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gesN5j4GyYM/TtwVf_8WvbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/om6OdbmGZbM/s320/100_2157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682440469319433650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved Cardinals (guess being from Missouri helps) and to honor a dear person's mother, my mother and grandmother I made this card/ornament for a swap over at 2Peas. Sorry the picture isn't the best - I put it on my table on a piece of cardstock so you can get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the other cards in the swap later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1987716107674513680?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1987716107674513680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1987716107674513680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1987716107674513680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1987716107674513680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-bird.html' title='Red Bird'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-gesN5j4GyYM/TtwVf_8WvbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/om6OdbmGZbM/s72-c/100_2157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-2573159145832142918</id><published>2011-11-23T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:50:19.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner is Crowned</title><content type='html'>I am a huge fan of JR Martinez from All My Children.  I was so happy that he took the Mirror Ball Trophy last night on Dancing With The Stars. Congrats to JR and Karina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am making Sweet Potato Casserole to take to my DD's house.  We are deep pitting a ham and turkey as well as the usual trimmings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have some of the grand kids over and they are playing in my "Crap" room as my grandson has always called it.  I threatened them within an inch of their life if they messed with anything they aren't suppose to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a cake from Vanilla Wafers that I got off the food network site.  It was on Paula Deen's show and it is awesome.  I think next time I make it I will cut down on the sugar as it is so sweet with the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link if anyone wants to try it&lt;br /&gt;http://www.foodnetwork.com/search/delegate.do?fnSearchString=vanilla%20wafer%20cake&amp;amp;fnContextRefinement=true&amp;amp;fnSearchType=site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2573159145832142918?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2573159145832142918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2573159145832142918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2573159145832142918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2573159145832142918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/11/winner-is-crowned.html' title='Winner is Crowned'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7221396022255962572</id><published>2011-11-21T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:13:26.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuQF8NLeDNw/TspqYslaVqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_GrY0xrd0AE/s1600/360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VuQF8NLeDNw/TspqYslaVqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_GrY0xrd0AE/s320/360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677467252771411618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the cover for my December Daily. The size is 5 X 7 (based on the 7 being the longer side).  Looking forward to working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7221396022255962572?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7221396022255962572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7221396022255962572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7221396022255962572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7221396022255962572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/11/december-daily.html' title='December Daily'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-VuQF8NLeDNw/TspqYslaVqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_GrY0xrd0AE/s72-c/360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-2402508170906387965</id><published>2011-11-20T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:11:12.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free template</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #008080;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get a free "Santa's Magical Sleigh" card making template from Card Carousel.&lt;br /&gt;Just visit www.cardcarousel.co.uk/free/sleigh.html&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2402508170906387965?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2402508170906387965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2402508170906387965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2402508170906387965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2402508170906387965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/11/free-template.html' title='Free template'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2536591623351332169</id><published>2011-11-16T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:11:50.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newest Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEvrbgPb7QI/TsPSrGcUS6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mi74qgkiTPQ/s1600/100_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aEvrbgPb7QI/TsPSrGcUS6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mi74qgkiTPQ/s320/100_2113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675611593322548130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the most recent project that I completed.  This is for my DIL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2536591623351332169?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2536591623351332169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2536591623351332169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2536591623351332169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2536591623351332169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/11/newest-project.html' title='Newest Project'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/-aEvrbgPb7QI/TsPSrGcUS6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/mi74qgkiTPQ/s72-c/100_2113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-5780001310713458259</id><published>2011-05-24T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:01:10.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoelyn Scaps: HUGE BLOG GIVE AWAY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://zoelynscraps.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-give-away.html?spref=bl"&gt;Zoelyn Scaps: HUGE BLOG GIVE AWAY!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;: "Well I have been thinking of a blog give away, and have decided that it will be HUGE!!! Here is what you have to do!!!! Just become a subscr..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5780001310713458259?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://zoelynscraps.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-give-away.html?spref=bl' title='Zoelyn Scaps: HUGE BLOG GIVE AWAY!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5780001310713458259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5780001310713458259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5780001310713458259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5780001310713458259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoelyn-scaps-huge-blog-give-away.html' title='Zoelyn Scaps: HUGE BLOG GIVE AWAY!!!!!'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1048539472985913275</id><published>2011-05-09T07:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T07:50:02.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I spent the day at church, went to lunch with my mom, spoke to both of my children on the phone and did some scrapping.  Overall it was a relaxing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1048539472985913275?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1048539472985913275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1048539472985913275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1048539472985913275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1048539472985913275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-belated-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7821007478737313474</id><published>2011-05-05T07:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:35:15.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skowky but surely</title><content type='html'>figuring it out.  Thanks for all the tips.  Now if I can figure out how to post pictures!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7821007478737313474?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7821007478737313474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7821007478737313474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7821007478737313474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7821007478737313474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/05/skowky-but-surely.html' title='Skowky but surely'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3225830692936930864</id><published>2011-05-03T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:26:19.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to figure this blog thing out.</title><content type='html'>Anyone want to help me or better yet set it up for me.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3225830692936930864?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3225830692936930864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3225830692936930864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3225830692936930864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3225830692936930864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/05/trying-to-figure-this-blog-thing-out.html' title='Trying to figure this blog thing out.'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5341147461111873698</id><published>2011-04-12T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:05:45.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Pack Album</title><content type='html'>Going to try and add pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5341147461111873698?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5341147461111873698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5341147461111873698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5341147461111873698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5341147461111873698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-pack-album_12.html' title='Back Pack Album'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7754151399561016885</id><published>2011-04-10T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T07:58:27.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapbook Expo</title><content type='html'>Back from 2 days of shopping at the Expo and 2 flea markets with my daughter.  We had such a great time. Yeah there were moments of frustration for us both as there were so many people in each tiny booth you couldn't shop!  But we saw everything and made decisions as to which booths we wanted to re-attend.  Got some great stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd best part (other than being away one on one with my daughter) was getting to meet Angela 9aka griperang0 and her daughter Rachel  from 2 peas and SCS.  I also met another lady and her daughter from SCS but for the life of me can't remember her name right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email stating I was approved for a Pell Grant and Financial Aid at PHCC - so will be checking into their medical program.  I think I am going for a CNA first then I can work either in a doctors office or with Hospice until I get my RN degree and pass the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7754151399561016885?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7754151399561016885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7754151399561016885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7754151399561016885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7754151399561016885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/04/scrapbook-expo.html' title='Scrapbook Expo'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1194854930601089668</id><published>2011-04-04T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:00:33.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Phone and Paper day</title><content type='html'>Today I have been busy on the phone making calls and trying to sort out paperwork - bills and EOB's (Explanation of benefits) from my insurance company. Until I receive each and one must be itemized I refuse to pay the bill.  I want to make sure that I am not charged for something that I did not use/receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize that there were so many papers involved!!!!  Also taking time to go through and toss some other not needed papers and try to get things under control.  Taking a week to get me organized and back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1194854930601089668?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1194854930601089668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1194854930601089668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1194854930601089668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1194854930601089668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-phone-and-paper-day.html' title='Busy Phone and Paper day'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1381273026806809410</id><published>2011-04-03T11:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:38:30.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take yo'/><title type='text'>DId you knoiw?</title><content type='html'>Take your bananas apart when you bring them home.  Leaving them together causes them to ripen faster.  (If the grandkids are around that is not a problem!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a teaspoon of water to ground beef when frying and it will keep the grease away from your meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tips to come..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1381273026806809410?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1381273026806809410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1381273026806809410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1381273026806809410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1381273026806809410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/04/did-you-knoiw.html' title='DId you knoiw?'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5362884160479450934</id><published>2011-04-03T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T07:54:27.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>The sun is shining, the birds are singing and its a beautiful spring day.  I am getting ready to go to church with my parents and then if my daughter hasn't left when I get back will go to the Sun N Fun fly in with her to pick up my oldest granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I want to work on my yard.  Needs mowing and general clean up from the winter frosts.  Flower beds need to be cleaned out, new plants planted and the bird feeder and well put into their homes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5362884160479450934?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5362884160479450934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5362884160479450934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5362884160479450934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5362884160479450934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-4677742300973222789</id><published>2011-04-02T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:13:55.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW - Its been a long time since I posted -</title><content type='html'>Life happened and things were put on the back burner.  I am back to getting my life organized.  I am still scrapping with my daughter and we just finished making a backpack album!  Will take pictures and try to post them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also check out the U-stream for Paper Phenomenon and do a search for backpack album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4677742300973222789?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4677742300973222789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4677742300973222789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4677742300973222789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4677742300973222789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-its-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title='WOW - Its been a long time since I posted -'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-6598427002326805228</id><published>2010-07-01T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:43:44.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Worry List</title><content type='html'>Today's bible study was on Matthew 6:25-34 which is so fitting for me.  I am a habitual worrier.  I worry about the little things as well as the larger things.  With that in mind - the author of the study suggests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Start a worry list&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - write down all the things that you are worried about. The bills, the children and grandchildren, your job, your health, the future in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Turn your worry list into a prayer list&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Ask the Lord to work in those situations you're concerned about.  Pray specifically for your needs and depend on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Turn your prayer list into an action list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  If you have any insight that there is something you can do about your cares, do it.  As we turn our worries into prayer and actions - Paralyzing anxiety can be replaced by concern for the responsibilities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not start your list right now.  I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6598427002326805228?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6598427002326805228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6598427002326805228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6598427002326805228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6598427002326805228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2010/07/worry-list.html' title='A Worry List'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1127289720510997990</id><published>2009-09-21T05:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:22:30.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>BBL with an update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1127289720510997990?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1127289720510997990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1127289720510997990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1127289720510997990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1127289720510997990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5926435377261296283</id><published>2009-08-30T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:51:03.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier</title><content type='html'>On Jeopardy the other night, the final question was How many steps does the guard take during his walk across the tomb of the Unknowns --- All three missed it --  &lt;br /&gt;  This is really an awesome sight to watch if you've never had the chance,   Very fascinating.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tomb of the Unknown Soldier  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many steps does the guard take during his walk across the tomb of the Unknowns and why?  &lt;br /&gt;21 steps. It alludes to the twenty-one gun salute, which is  &lt;br /&gt;the highest honor given any military or foreign dignitary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. How long does he hesitate after his about face to begin his return walk and why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 seconds for the same reason as answer number 1  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3. Why are his gloves wet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gloves are moistened to prevent his losing his grip on the rifle.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does he carry his rifle on the same shoulder all the time  &lt;br /&gt;and if not, why not?  &lt;br /&gt;He carries the rifle on the shoulder away from the tomb. After his march across the path,&lt;br /&gt;he executes an about face and moves the rifle to the outside shoulder.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How often are the guards changed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guards are changed every thirty minutes,  &lt;br /&gt;twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are the physical traits of the guard limited to?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person to apply for guard duty at the tomb, he must be  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between 5' 10' an d 6' 2' tall and his waist size cannot exceed 30.' Other  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;requirements of the Guard: They must commit 2 years of life to guard the  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomb, live in a barracks under the tomb, and cannot drink any alcohol on  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or off duty for the rest of their lives. They cannot swear in public for the  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of their lives and cannot disgrace the uniform {fighting} or the tomb in  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way. After two years, the guard is given a wreath pin that is worn on  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lapel signifying they served as guard of the tomb. There are only  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;400 presently worn. The guard must obey these rules for the rest of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their lives or give up the wreath pin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes are specially made with very thick soles to keep the heat  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cold from their feet. There are metal heel plates that extend to the  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top of the shoe in order to make the loud click as they come to a halt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no wrinkles, folds or lint on the uniform. Guards dress for duty  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of a full-length mirror.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first six months of duty a guard cannot talk to anyone, nor  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch TV. All off duty time is spent studying the 175 notable people laid  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. A guard must memorize who they are  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where they are interred.  Among the notables are: President Taft, Joe  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Lewis {the boxer} and Medal of Honor winner Audie Murphy, {the most  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decorated soldier of WWII} of Hollywood fame. Every guard spends&lt;br /&gt;five hours a day getting his uniforms ready for guard duty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003 as Hurricane Isabelle was approaching Washington , DC , our  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US Senate/House took 2 days off with anticipation of the storm. On the ABC  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening news, it was reported that because of the dangers from the  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurricane, the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They respectfully declined the offer, 'No way, Sir!' Soaked to the skin,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm, they said that guarding  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afforded to a service person. The tomb has been patrolled continuously,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/7, since 1930.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and keep them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5926435377261296283?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5926435377261296283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5926435377261296283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5926435377261296283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5926435377261296283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/08/tomb-of-unknown-soldier.html' title='The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5522933923571869515</id><published>2009-08-18T22:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:34:27.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/Sotko3wCHbI/AAAAAAAAADA/YT4mXuWYL3s/s1600-h/ATT00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/Sotko3wCHbI/AAAAAAAAADA/YT4mXuWYL3s/s320/ATT00000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371497633892408754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kind of dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The K9 above is Brutus, a military K9 at McChord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's huge - part Boxer and part British Bull Mastiff and tops the scales at 200 lbs. His handler took the picture. Brutus is running toward me because he knows I have some Milk Bone treats, so he's slobbering away! I had to duck around a tree just before he got to me in case he couldn't stop, but he did. Brutus won the Congressional Medal of Honor last year from his tour in  Iraq  . His handler and four other soldiers were taken hostage by insurgents. Brutus and his handler communicate by sign language and he gave Brutus the signal that meant "go away but come back and find me".  The Iraqis paid no attention to Brutus. He came back later and quietly tore the throat out of one guard at one door and another guard at another door. He then jumped against one of the doors repeatedly (the guys were being held in an old warehouse) until it opened. He went in and untied his handler and they all escaped. He's the first K9 to receive this honor. If he knows you're ok, he's a big old lug and wants to sit in your lap. He enjoys the company of cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-9 Congressional Medal of Honor Winner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd find this interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about animal intelligence and bonding with humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that they can't do a lot of things for themselves and that they depend on you to make their life a quality life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me time to understand what you want of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5522933923571869515?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5522933923571869515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5522933923571869515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5522933923571869515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5522933923571869515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-kind-of-dog-k9-above-is-brutus.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><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/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/Sotko3wCHbI/AAAAAAAAADA/YT4mXuWYL3s/s72-c/ATT00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-1864168950205045845</id><published>2009-07-12T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:31:53.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing against Michael</title><content type='html'>I have nothing against Michael Jackson - in fact I enjoyed his music.  I however support our military 100% and I am shocked that more people don't.  To think that all the major networks carried the funeral of MJ that lasted several hours and when we lose a military person, they get a brief 30 second segment on the news.  What is wrong with our networks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1864168950205045845?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1864168950205045845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1864168950205045845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1864168950205045845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1864168950205045845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-against-michael.html' title='Nothing against Michael'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-4233702571449631989</id><published>2009-07-12T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:29:29.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another email this from a soldier</title><content type='html'>Subject: Letter from a Soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  I was just watching the news, and I caught part of a report on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Michael Jackson.  As we all know, Jackson died the other day.  He was an&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  entertainer who performed for decades.  He made millions, he spent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  millions, and he did a lot of things that make him a villain to many&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  people.  I understand that his death would affect a lot of people, and I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  respect those people who mourn his death, but that isn't the point of my&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  rant..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; Why is it that when ONE man dies, the whole of America loses  their&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  minds with grief.  When a man dies whose only contribution to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  country was to ENTERTAIN people, the American people find the need to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  flock to a memorial in Hollywood , and even Congress sees the need to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  hold a "moment of silence" for his passing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; Am I missing something here?  ONE man dies, and all of a sudden &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; he's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  a freaking martyr because he entertained us for a few decades?  What&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  about all those SOLDIERS who have died to give us freedom?  All  those&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  Soldiers who, knowing that they would be asked to fight in a war,  still&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  raised their hands and swore to defend the Constitution and the  United&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  States of America.  Where is their moment of silence?  Where are  the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  people flocking to their graves or memorials and mourning over them&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  because they made the ultimate sacrifice?  Why is it when a Soldier&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  dies, there are more people saying "good riddance," and "thank God for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  IEDs?" When did this country become so calloused to the sacrifice of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  GOOD MEN and WOMEN, that they can arbitrarily blow off their deaths, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  instead, throw themselves into mourning for a "Pop Icon?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; I think that if they are going to hold a moment of silence IN&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  CONGRESS for Michael Jackson, they need to hold a moment of silence for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  every service member killed in Iraq and Afghanistan .  They need to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  PUBLICLY recognize every life that has been lost so that the American&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  people can live their callous little lives in the luxury and freedom&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  that WE, those that are living and those that have gone on, have&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  provided for them.  But, wait, that would take too much time, because&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  there have been so many willing to make that sacrifice.  After all, we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  will never make millions of dollars.  We will never star in movies, or&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  write hit songs that the world will listen too.  We only shed our blood,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  sweat and tears so that people can enjoy what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; Sorry if I have offended, but I needed to say it.  Feel free to &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; pass&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  this along if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; Remember these five words the next time you think of someone who  is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  serving in the military;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;  &gt; &gt; "So that others may live..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4233702571449631989?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4233702571449631989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4233702571449631989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4233702571449631989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4233702571449631989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-email-this-from-soldier.html' title='Another email this from a soldier'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1868657427890907380</id><published>2009-07-11T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:46:47.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a reminder - received in an e-mail</title><content type='html'>While the focus today, tomorrow and for the next God-knows-how-many-days&lt;br /&gt;&gt; will be the death of a pop culture icon; while many will mourn, wail and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; quite literally make fools of themselves over it and while as many will&lt;br /&gt;&gt; speak endlessly about it, allow me, if only for a moment, to remind us all&lt;br /&gt;&gt; that others have died this month; others whose lives were cut short; others&lt;br /&gt;&gt; who leave behind loved ones and whose families will dearly miss them;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; families who'll suffer with much more dignity and honor than we'll be&lt;br /&gt;&gt; exposed to on the tube in the coming days. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes... it's true... we've suffered a great loss... but forgive me while I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tell you that I'm not talking about the king of pop music. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; These American military members died in Iraq this month: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sergeant Justin J. Duffy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Christopher M. Kurth&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Charles D. Parrish&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lance Corporal Robert D. Ulmer&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Staff Sergeant Edmond L. Lo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sergeant Joshua W. Soto&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Captain Kafele H. Sims&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Chancellor A. Keesling &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; And these members of our U.S. Armed Forces died in Afghanistan this month: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sergeant Jones, Ricky D. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Munguia Rivas, Rodrigo A. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Command Master Chief Petty Officer Garber, Jeffrey J. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1st Sergeant Blair, John D. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sergeant Smith, Paul G. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Staff Sergeant Melton, Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sergeant 1st Class Dupont, Kevin A. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist O'Neill, Jonathan C. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Chief Warrant Officer Richardson Jr., Ricky L. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Silva, Eduardo S. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lance Corporal Whittle, Joshua R. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Major Barnes, Rocco M. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Major Jenrette, Kevin M. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Staff Sergeant Beale, John C. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Jordan, Jeffrey W. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Griemel, Jarrett P. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Specialist Hernandez I, Roberto A. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sergeant Obakrairur, Jasper K. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Staff Sergeant Hall, Jeffrey A. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Private 1st Class Ogden, Matthew D. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Private 1st Class Wilson, Matthew W. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Let's remember and honor this day those whose deaths are truly impacting. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; God rest them and God comfort their loved ones they've left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; And may God use their deaths to remind us all of the shortness of our days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1868657427890907380?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1868657427890907380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1868657427890907380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1868657427890907380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1868657427890907380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-reminder-received-in-e-mail.html' title='Just a reminder - received in an e-mail'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-6585112638636115860</id><published>2009-07-05T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:17:49.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day after the 4th</title><content type='html'>Celebration is officially over - at least the 4th - but we must remember to celebrate our military currently serving, served in the past and those who laid their life down for our freedom.  Never forget those either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is based on my organizing I thought that I would share some tips with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently moved from an apartment into a house with a pool.  What a difference all the room can make.  I don't have enough furniture to fill the rooms yet.  How nice is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I must stress the importance of marking the boxes as you pack them.  I did basic generic marking such as kitchen and how I wish I would have been more specific such as kitchen - pots and pans, etc.  But what made things worse we the boxes I used had been used to move into the apartment, then my parents used them and we had markings all over them.  In a case like that I would suggest using the boxes upside down and have all the new marking on the bottom which now is the top of the box!  That has been a time consuming project of unpacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6585112638636115860?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6585112638636115860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6585112638636115860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6585112638636115860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6585112638636115860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-day-after-4th.html' title='Happy Day after the 4th'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2065255281963326351</id><published>2009-07-04T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:43:25.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 4TH OF JULY</title><content type='html'>As you are having your bar-b-ques, etc. don't forget to say a prayer of thanks to the many men, women and their families who are fighting for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2065255281963326351?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2065255281963326351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2065255281963326351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2065255281963326351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2065255281963326351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='HAPPY 4TH OF JULY'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1092721058806649031</id><published>2009-04-12T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:00:20.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER</title><content type='html'>HE IS RISEN!  HE IS RISEN INDEED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1092721058806649031?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1092721058806649031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1092721058806649031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1092721058806649031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1092721058806649031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7131008857300881539</id><published>2009-03-18T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:29:30.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Man (it's a great story)</title><content type='html'>As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.  The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too and took a few steps towards him. I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something.  The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turn back to the old man and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying,  'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at our age.'  And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine. He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay.  I had seen enough and I approached the old man.  He saw me coming and stood straight and as &lt;br /&gt;I got near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'  He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head.  I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars.  I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to p ay them if they could follow me back down and help him.  The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and ppeared &lt;br /&gt;to be comforting his wife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine) I spoke with the old gentleman.  When I &lt;br /&gt;shook hands with him earlier he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too.  I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'  He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal.  He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.  He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket.  We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbye's to his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station.  Once at the station I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I  wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me.  One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me.  Both of the men told me then, that they were Marine Corps Reserves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.  For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time.  The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name....... Congressional Medal of Honor Society." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over.  I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together, because one of us needed help.  He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence. Remember, old men like him gave us FREEDOM for America ' America is not at war.  The U.S. Military is at war.  America is at the Mall.  If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!   Remember, freedom isn't Free, thousands have paid the price so we can all enjoy what we have today.  GOD BLESS AMERICA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7131008857300881539?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7131008857300881539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7131008857300881539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7131008857300881539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7131008857300881539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-man-its-great-story.html' title='The Old Man (it&apos;s a great story)'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3721064512379524981</id><published>2009-03-16T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:46:29.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a blessed day</title><content type='html'>When I say good morning I mean to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-od&lt;br /&gt;O-ffers us His&lt;br /&gt;O-utstanding&lt;br /&gt;D-evotion to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-ake us&lt;br /&gt;O-bedient &amp;&lt;br /&gt;R-eady for a&lt;br /&gt;N-ew day with Him.&lt;br /&gt;I-nspire others please, and&lt;br /&gt;N-ever forget&lt;br /&gt;G-od loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3721064512379524981?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3721064512379524981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3721064512379524981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3721064512379524981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3721064512379524981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-blessed-day.html' title='Have a blessed day'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-932418337804579811</id><published>2009-02-15T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:22:10.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's View of the Bible</title><content type='html'>A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible. &lt;br /&gt;This is amazing and brought tears of laughter to my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how often we take for granted that children understand what we are &lt;br /&gt;teaching??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of a child: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Children's Bible in a Nutshell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, &lt;br /&gt;darkness, and some gas. The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one, but I think &lt;br /&gt;He must be a lot older than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!' and someone did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God made the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't &lt;br /&gt;embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the &lt;br /&gt;Garden of Eden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who lived &lt;br /&gt;to be like a million or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his &lt;br /&gt;kids was kind of a Ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and some &lt;br /&gt;animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would &lt;br /&gt;have to take a rain check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his &lt;br /&gt;brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot &lt;br /&gt;roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston. &lt;br /&gt;Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh after &lt;br /&gt;God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included frogs, mice, &lt;br /&gt;lice, bowels, and no cable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God fed the Israel Lights every day with manicotti. Then he gave them His Top &lt;br /&gt;Ten Commandments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These include: don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbor's stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more: Humor thy father and thy mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies. &lt;br /&gt;Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot. &lt;br /&gt;He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500 porcupines. My &lt;br /&gt;teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on &lt;br /&gt;the shore. There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't &lt;br /&gt;have to worry about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of The New. &lt;br /&gt;He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (I wish I had been born in a barn too, &lt;br /&gt;because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you born in a &lt;br /&gt;barn?' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and &lt;br /&gt;the Democrats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus also had twelve opossums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst one was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible &lt;br /&gt;vegetable after him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some &lt;br /&gt;Germans on the Mount. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Democrats and all those guys put Jesus on trial before Pontius the &lt;br /&gt;Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went up to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is &lt;br /&gt;foretold in the book of Revolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-932418337804579811?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/932418337804579811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=932418337804579811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/932418337804579811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/932418337804579811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/02/childs-view-of-bible.html' title='A Child&apos;s View of the Bible'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1850421143193542693</id><published>2009-02-06T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:39:51.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tampon</title><content type='html'>Please read the whole thing,,, You'll love it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that "God Works in Mysterious Ways "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampons (A TRUE STORY) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampons to the rescue in Iraq !! Don't worry, it's a good story, and worth reading. It's even humorous in parts. It's from the mother of a Marine in Iraq . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son told me how wonderful the care packages we had sent them from the ladies auxiliary were and wanted me to t ell everyone thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that one guy we'll call Marine X, got a female care package and everyone was giving him a hard time. My son said, 'Marine X got some really nice smelling lotion and everyone really likes it, so every time he goes to sleep they steal it from him.' I told my son I was really sorry about the mistake, and if he wanted I would send Marine X another package. He told me not to worry about Marine X because every time I send something to him, he shares it with Marine X. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said when my husband and I sent the last care package, Marine X came over to his cot picked up the box, started fishing through it, and said, 'What'd we get this time?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my son said they had the most fun with Marine X's package. He said he wasn't sure who it was supposed to go to, but the panties were size 20, and he said one of the guys got on top of the Humvee and jumped off with the panties over his head and yelled, 'Look at me, I'm an Airborne Ranger!!!!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys attache d the panties to an antenna and it blew in the wind like a windsock. He said it entertained them for quite awhile. Then of course.......they had those tampons. When he brought this up, my imagination just went running, but he continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son said they had to go on a mission and Marine X wanted the Chap-Stick and lotion for the trip. He grabbed a bunch of the items from his care package and got in the Humvee. As luck would have it he grabbed the tampons too, and my son said everyone was teasing him about 'not forgetting his feminine hygiene products.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said things went well for a while, then the convoy was ambushed and a Marine was shot. He said the wound was pretty clean, but it was deep. He said they were administering first aid but couldn't get the bleeding to slow down, and someone said, 'Hey! Use Marine X's tampons!' My son said they put the tampon in the wound. At this point my son profoundly told Me, 'Mom, did you know that tampons expand?' ('Well....yeah!') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They successfully slowed the bleeding until the guy got better medical attention. When they went to check on him later, the surgeon told them, 'You guys saved his life. I f you hadn't stopped that bleeding he would have bled to death.' My Son said, 'Mom, the tampons sent by the Marine Moms by mistake saved a Marine's life.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I asked him, 'Well, what did you do with the rest of the tampons?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'Oh, we divided them up and we all have them in our flak jackets, and I kept two for our first aid kit.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely amazed by the ingenuity of our Marines. I can't believe that something that started out as a mistake then turned into a joke, ended up saving someone's life. My sister said she doesn't believe in mistakes. She believes God had a plan all along. She believes that 'female care package' was sent to Marine X to save our Marine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, our efforts have boosted the morale of many Marines, provided much needed items for our troops, AND saved the life of a Marine! God bless every one of you for your efforts and hard work, and God bless our Marines, Army, Navy, Air Force and all our military service personnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA AND KEEP IT SAFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not breaking this one. If I get it a 1000 times, I'll forward it a 1000 times! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray... Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this on after a short prayer. Prayer for our soldiers. Don't break it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: 'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Request: When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing attached. Just send this to people in your address book. Do not let it stop with you. Of all the gifts you could give a Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, &amp; others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day The Lord has made, let us be glad and rejoice in it.. GOD Bless,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1850421143193542693?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1850421143193542693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1850421143193542693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1850421143193542693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1850421143193542693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/02/tampon.html' title='The Tampon'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7060373901605616789</id><published>2009-01-06T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:01:55.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great Thou Art</title><content type='html'>I received this link in an email.  I love country and gospel music and when I get them both together - what a blessing.  Here is Alan Jackson singing "How Great Thou Art".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.openmyeyeslord.net/UltimateFreedom.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7060373901605616789?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7060373901605616789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7060373901605616789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7060373901605616789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7060373901605616789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-great-thou-art.html' title='How Great Thou Art'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-4963428519994951483</id><published>2009-01-01T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:12:11.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it personally.Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for the ones who don't. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it! Have a blessed, garbage-free day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4963428519994951483?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4963428519994951483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4963428519994951483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4963428519994951483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4963428519994951483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2009/01/garbage-truck.html' title='The Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-603803001111297542</id><published>2008-12-18T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:12:20.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Pharmacy</title><content type='html'>A friend sent this to me. It's been said that God first separated the salt water from the fresh, made dry land, planted a garden, made animals and fish... all before making a human. He made and provided what we'd need before we were born. These are best &amp;more powerful when eaten raw. We're such slow learners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God left us great clues as to what foods help what part of our body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Pharmacy! Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... and YES, science now shows carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart has four chambers and is red. All o f the research shows tomatoes are loaded with lycopine and are indeed pure heart and blood food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds on the nut are just like the neo-cortex. We now know walnuts help develop more than three (3) dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and many more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet, the body pulls it from the bones, thus making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.&lt;br /&gt;Avocadoes, Eggplant and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats one avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight, and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? It takes exactly nine (9) months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm as well to overcome male sterility &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oranges, Grapefruits, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onions look like the body's cells. Today's research shows onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes. A working companion, Garlic, also helps eliminate waste materials and dangerous free radicals from the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-603803001111297542?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/603803001111297542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=603803001111297542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/603803001111297542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/603803001111297542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/12/gods-pharmacy.html' title='God&apos;s Pharmacy'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-9179552472726500968</id><published>2008-12-13T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:22:57.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa&lt;br /&gt;At the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap,&lt;br /&gt;holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?'"  "Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and&lt;br /&gt;saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"She misses you," he added softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face,&lt;br /&gt;asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help&lt;br /&gt;the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but&lt;br /&gt;halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..." the&lt;br /&gt;old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.&lt;br /&gt;"The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ...&lt;br /&gt;she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the&lt;br /&gt;holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes.  "Is there any way, Santa . any possible way that you could come see Sarah?  That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave&lt;br /&gt;information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see&lt;br /&gt;what he could do.  Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;"What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he&lt;br /&gt;thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that&lt;br /&gt;evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying.  He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother&lt;br /&gt;earlier that day.  "C'mon.....I'll take you there." Rick said softly.&lt;br /&gt;Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.&lt;br /&gt;They found out which room Sarah was in.  A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and&lt;br /&gt;saw little Sarah on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary, sad look on her face.  They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered&lt;br /&gt;the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"  "Santa!" shrieked little&lt;br /&gt;Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IV &lt;br /&gt;tubes intact.  Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at&lt;br /&gt;him with wonder and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches&lt;br /&gt;from the effects of chemotherapy.  But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes.  His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the&lt;br /&gt;gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room. As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully,  whispering "Thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all&lt;br /&gt;the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother.   She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in&lt;br /&gt;angels.  "Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you." he said.  Laying&lt;br /&gt;one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.  He&lt;br /&gt;asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her.  And when&lt;br /&gt;he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly,&lt;br /&gt;"Silent Night, Holy Night.... all is calm, all is bright..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and&lt;br /&gt;crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed&lt;br /&gt;at them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.   "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively,  "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well.  I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had&lt;br /&gt;terminal cancer, but he "had" to.  He had to give her the greatest&lt;br /&gt;gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.  He leaned down and&lt;br /&gt;kissed her on the forehead and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed&lt;br /&gt;between them and they wept unashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and&lt;br /&gt;rushed to Santa's side to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the least I could do."  They nodded with understanding and hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee&lt;br /&gt;for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do.  Several weeks&lt;br /&gt;went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Santa!  Remember me?!"  "Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as&lt;br /&gt;he always does), smiling down at her.  After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"  Santa's jaw dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little&lt;br /&gt;miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed.  He scarcely&lt;br /&gt;recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were&lt;br /&gt;rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing&lt;br /&gt;about -- this miracle of hope.  This precious little child was healed.&lt;br /&gt;Cancer-free.  Alive and well.  He silently looked up to Heaven and&lt;br /&gt;humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in miracles you will pass this on...I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-9179552472726500968?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/9179552472726500968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=9179552472726500968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/9179552472726500968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/9179552472726500968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-miracle.html' title='A Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3101782126103587442</id><published>2008-12-07T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:58:57.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY FOR LOVE</title><content type='html'>A brother and sister had made their usual hurried, obligatory pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm. Through the years, the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside.  The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder but it gave them a reason to get up in the mornings and a reason to live.  They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. "Why do you not at least dispose of 'The Old One." She is no longer of use to you.  It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves. How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, " Yes I could use a pair of new boots. His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley.  The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks.  How is it that these young folks do not understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn.  None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury.  His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife exhausted from their grief huddled together before the barn. They were speechless as they rose from the cold snow covered ground.  They nodded thanks to the firemen as there was nothing anyone could do now.   The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered,"We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas.  Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered hand. The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow.  As they stepped over the little knoll a t the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift.  Shadows glistening in the night light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay amon g them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife.  Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because of love ~ only because of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy, And again the peace of love filled their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a true story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3101782126103587442?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3101782126103587442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3101782126103587442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3101782126103587442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3101782126103587442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-for-love.html' title='ONLY FOR LOVE'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-6319142921409620702</id><published>2008-12-05T18:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:03:49.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stunning Testimony</title><content type='html'>I think this should be passed on, you never know when&lt;br /&gt;  you are going to be used by God for a time such as this.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;A man from Norfolk , VA called a local radio station to&lt;br /&gt;  share this on  Sept 11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE&lt;br /&gt;  TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  His name was Robert Matthews. These are his words:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we&lt;br /&gt;  were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out&lt;br /&gt;  to California to visit her sister.  On our way to the&lt;br /&gt;  airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip&lt;br /&gt;  and be with her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both heard a loud&lt;br /&gt;  pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still&lt;br /&gt;  missed her  flight.  Both very upset, we drove home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He&lt;br /&gt;  asked what  my wife's flight number was, but I&lt;br /&gt;  explained that we missed the flight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  My father informed me that her flight was the one that&lt;br /&gt;  crashed into  the southern tower.  I was too shocked to&lt;br /&gt;  speak. My father also had more news for me; he  was going&lt;br /&gt;  to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit&lt;br /&gt;  by for; I have to do something.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because&lt;br /&gt;  he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief&lt;br /&gt;  debate, I knew his mind was made up. Before he got off of&lt;br /&gt;  the phone, he said, 'take good care of my Grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;  Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he&lt;br /&gt;  died while helping in the rescue effort&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been&lt;br /&gt;  answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my&lt;br /&gt;  father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years&lt;br /&gt;  blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never&lt;br /&gt;  know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ,&lt;br /&gt;  and I never got to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Then something happened. About two months ago, I was&lt;br /&gt;  sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was a&lt;br /&gt;  knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell&lt;br /&gt;  she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a&lt;br /&gt;  couple with a small child.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was&lt;br /&gt;  Jake Matthews.  I told him it was.&lt;br /&gt;  He quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the&lt;br /&gt;  chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his&lt;br /&gt;  son.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  He explained to me that his wife had worked in the World&lt;br /&gt;  Trade Center and had been caught inside after the attack.&lt;br /&gt;  She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then&lt;br /&gt;  explained that my father had been the one to find his wife&lt;br /&gt;  and free her. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of&lt;br /&gt;  my father giving his life for people like this. He then&lt;br /&gt;  said, 'there is something else you need to know.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her,&lt;br /&gt;  she talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at&lt;br /&gt;  the news.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be&lt;br /&gt;  standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family&lt;br /&gt;  would be able to thank him themselves . When their baby boy&lt;br /&gt;  was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor of the man&lt;br /&gt;  who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  This story should help us to realize this: God is always in&lt;br /&gt;  control.  We may not see the reason behind things, and we&lt;br /&gt;  may never know this side of heaven, but God is ALWAYS in&lt;br /&gt;  control.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Please take time to share this amazing story. You may never&lt;br /&gt;  know the impact it may have on someone. God doesn't&lt;br /&gt;  call the qualified , He qualifies the called.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Give thanks to the Lord for He is good. His love endures&lt;br /&gt;  Forever. &lt;br /&gt;      Psalm 136:1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  "Freedom is never more than one generation away from&lt;br /&gt;  extinction We didn't pass it to our children in the&lt;br /&gt;  bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed&lt;br /&gt;  on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our&lt;br /&gt;  sunset years telling our children and our children's&lt;br /&gt;  children what it was once like in the United States where&lt;br /&gt;  men were free."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Ronald Reagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6319142921409620702?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6319142921409620702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6319142921409620702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6319142921409620702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6319142921409620702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/12/stunning-testimony.html' title='A Stunning Testimony'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5156209227758096460</id><published>2008-11-30T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:32:31.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/STKyAPCd88I/AAAAAAAAACM/p4aAssEZPJE/s1600-h/a+different+christmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/STKyAPCd88I/AAAAAAAAACM/p4aAssEZPJE/s320/a+different+christmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274473830710899650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.  My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;br /&gt; The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt; The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.  Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the Sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.  A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!  Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,  I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.  My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.  Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... An American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.  I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother... Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "  So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done,  For being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.  To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,  That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many  People as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S service men and women for our being able to celebrate these Festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people  Stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCDR Jeff Giles, SC,USN &lt;br /&gt;30th Naval Construction Regiment&lt;br /&gt;OIC,Logistics Cell One&lt;br /&gt;Al Taqqadum, Iran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5156209227758096460?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5156209227758096460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5156209227758096460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5156209227758096460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5156209227758096460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/11/different-christmas-poem.html' title='A Different Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/STKyAPCd88I/AAAAAAAAACM/p4aAssEZPJE/s72-c/a+different+christmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-5733654556964815065</id><published>2008-11-18T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:58:13.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather -</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a couple of weeks as I have been fighting a cold and working almost 6 days every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I taught a Girl Scout Troop how to make cards and these cards will be sent to Carol Hart for the prison ministry.  I wanted to send them for the troops, but we missed the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallie and Taylor not only did a great job on the cards, but they also won a prize from the blizzard of cards contest on &lt;a href="http://www.cardsforheros.org/"&gt;www.cardsforheros.org&lt;/a&gt; site.  They received their package and was so excited to get it.  We will be starting on Valentine and Love cards when they come over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come.....................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5733654556964815065?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5733654556964815065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5733654556964815065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5733654556964815065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5733654556964815065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather -'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3405872089142098657</id><published>2008-11-04T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:48:35.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of my granddaughters</title><content type='html'>This is posted on the &lt;a href="http://www.cardsforheros.org/"&gt;www.cardsforheros.org&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cardsforheroes.org/heroes/heroblog.php/2008/11/01/i-would-also-like-to-thank-hallie"&gt;I would also like to thank Hallie...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1st, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snail-mail card from a soldier in Iraq, dated 23 Oct 08:&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I want to thank you for all of the cards you sent. Believe me, they’ll be put to good use. It’s a wonderful gesture and all the troops and I greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank Hallie for the beautiful card she created. She’s the same age as my oldest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God bless and take care. Keep up the good wor. You’re doing wonders. Thank you.SSGT I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who follow the Homefront Blog will remember Hallie, who was one of our recent Featured stampers!! Here is a &lt;a href="http://cardsforheroes.org/heroes/index.php/2008/10/03/feature-friday-some-of-our-youngest-card"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3405872089142098657?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3405872089142098657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3405872089142098657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3405872089142098657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3405872089142098657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/11/proud-of-my-granddaughters.html' title='Proud of my granddaughters'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8332013697036243693</id><published>2008-10-23T08:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:27:50.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God and the spider</title><content type='html'>During World War II, a US marine was separated from his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke and the crossfire he had lost touch with his comrades.&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction. Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves. Although safe for the moment, he realized that once the enemy soldiers looking for him swept up the ridge, they would quickly search all the caves and he would be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he waited, he prayed, "Lord, if it be your will, please protect me. Whatever your will though, I love you and trust you. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After praying, he lay quietly listening to the enemy begin to draw close. He thought, "Well, I guess the Lord isn't going to help me out of this one." Then he saw a spider begin to build a web over the front of his cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he watched, listening to the enemy searching for him all the while, the spider layered strand after strand of web across the opening of the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, he thought. "What I need is a brick wall and what the Lord has sent me is a spider web. God does have a sense of humor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the enemy drew closer he watched from the darkness of his hideout and could see them searching one cave after another. As they came to his, he got ready to make his last stand. To his amazement, however, after glancing in the direction of his cave, they moved on. Suddenly, he realized that with the spider web over the entrance, his cave looked as if no one had entered for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, forgive me," prayed the young man. "I had forgotten that in you a spider's web is stronger than a brick wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face times of great trouble. When we do, it is so easy to forget what God can work in our lives, sometimes in the most surprising ways. And remember with God, a mere spider's web becomes a brick wall of protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I thank you for all our Military, and their families. I Pray for your Brick wall of protection,to protect them everyday!!!Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8332013697036243693?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8332013697036243693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8332013697036243693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8332013697036243693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8332013697036243693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-and-spider.html' title='God and the spider'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2388368225589547958</id><published>2008-10-05T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:39:13.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Card for the SOF Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SOjfgNc26GI/AAAAAAAAACE/umabPdBmQKo/s1600-h/Ugly+Challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253694709787191394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SOjfgNc26GI/AAAAAAAAACE/umabPdBmQKo/s320/Ugly+Challenge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SOje9iS_S8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kmgu1P1f8KQ/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I combined 2 challenges - the Ugly challenge and Vintage Lace.  Sorry its crooked - but it is straight in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2388368225589547958?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2388368225589547958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2388368225589547958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2388368225589547958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2388368225589547958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-card-for-sof-challenge.html' title='My first Card for the SOF Challenge'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SOjfgNc26GI/AAAAAAAAACE/umabPdBmQKo/s72-c/Ugly+Challenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-6904575809702181064</id><published>2008-09-26T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:45:58.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the powerful women I know - Keep the faith!!!</title><content type='html'>Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Satan shudders &amp;amp; says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Oh crap....she's awake!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7281886925218425419-6904575809702181064?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6904575809702181064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6904575809702181064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6904575809702181064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6904575809702181064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-powerful-women-i-know-keep-faith.html' title='To the powerful women I know - Keep the faith!!!'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7643592216477024776</id><published>2008-09-25T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:39:35.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it has been 2 weeks since I last logged on and blogged.  I don't know where the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on getting my Christmas cards designed as well as looking to possibly buy a house.  Don't have a concrete design just yet but I did receive my order from Oh My Crafts and I really like their site.  They are affordable and for the most part the shipping although a little slow was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my UGLY paper from Colourful for the SOF challenge - boy are they UGLY papers but I think very manageable and can't wait for the instructions so I can get crafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick up some cardstock and get cut for the SOF starting next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7643592216477024776?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7643592216477024776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7643592216477024776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7643592216477024776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7643592216477024776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3391028466279743902</id><published>2008-09-11T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:49:43.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SMlMHvuX1MI/AAAAAAAAABU/hB4DNnXyRa0/s1600-h/911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244806937003414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SMlMHvuX1MI/AAAAAAAAABU/hB4DNnXyRa0/s320/911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a day that I don't think any person alive will forget. To those who lost family and friends - whether in NY, DC or PA - my heart and prayers go out to you. We will remember those people always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the men and women who are currently or have fought for our country and our freedom - I thank you and your families and friends for the sacrifices you are all making to honor and serve.&lt;br /&gt;My hats off to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3391028466279743902?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3391028466279743902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3391028466279743902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3391028466279743902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3391028466279743902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/SMlMHvuX1MI/AAAAAAAAABU/hB4DNnXyRa0/s72-c/911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-8332764369357396309</id><published>2008-09-01T10:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:05:34.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am getting prepared for the October Stamping Week at &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/"&gt;www.twopeasinabucket.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to join us as we have 2 weeks of stamping fun.  All my cards and challenges will be sent to &lt;a href="http://www.cardsforheros.org/"&gt;www.cardsforheros.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8332764369357396309?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8332764369357396309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8332764369357396309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8332764369357396309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8332764369357396309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-getting-prepared-for-october.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-760404565845368971</id><published>2008-08-24T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:43:04.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Telephone Numbers</title><content type='html'>These are more effective than 911&lt;br /&gt;When -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sad, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John 14;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;John 14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have sinned, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 51;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 51&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are facing danger, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 91;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 91&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have failed you, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 27;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as though God is far from you, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 139;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 139&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith needs stimulation, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hebrews 11;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hebrews" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Hebrews 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are alone and scared, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 23;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worried, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew 8:19-34;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Matthew 8:19-34&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hurt and critical, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1 Corinthians 13;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wonder about Christianity, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2 Corinthians 5:15-18;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:15-18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2 Corinthians 5:15-18;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like an outcast, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans 8:31-39;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Romans 8:31-39&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are seeking peace, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew 11:25-30;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Matthew 11:25-30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if the world is bigger than God, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 90;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need Christ like insurance, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans 8:1-30;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Romans 8:1-30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are leaving home for a trip , phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 121;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are praying for yourself, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 87;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 87&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require courage for a task, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Joshua 1;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Joshua" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Joshua 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflation's and investments are hogging your thoughts, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark 10:17-31;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Mark 10:17-31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are depressive, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 27;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bank account is empty, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 37;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 37&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose faith in mankind, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1 Corinthians 13;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like people are unfriendly, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John 15;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;John 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are losing hope, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 126;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 126&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the world is small comp ared to you, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 19;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to carry fruit, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John 15;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;John 15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's secret for happiness, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians 3:12-17;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Colossians" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Colossians 3:12-17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With big opportunity/ discovery, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah 55;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Isaiah 55&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get along with other people, phone &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans 12;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Romans 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dealing with fear, call &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 47;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 47&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For security, call &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 121:3;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 121:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For assurance, call &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark 8:35;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Mark 8:35&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reassurance, call &lt;a title="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 145:18;&amp;amp;version=31;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm" target="_blank" version="'31;"&gt;Psalm 145:18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THESE NUMBERS MAY BE PHONED DIRECTLY. NO OPERATOR ASSISTANCE IS NECESSARY. ALL LINES TO HEAVEN ARE AVAILABLE 24 HOURS A DAY. FEED YOUR FAITH, AND DOUBT WILL STARVE TO DEATH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-760404565845368971?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/760404565845368971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=760404565845368971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/760404565845368971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/760404565845368971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/08/emergency-telephone-numbers.html' title='Emergency Telephone Numbers'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3974373753725417476</id><published>2008-08-06T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:18:06.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new way to look at a deck of cards</title><content type='html'>Here is a new way to look at a deck of cards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet that day, the guns and the mortars, and land mines for some reason hadn't been heard. The young soldier knew it was Sunday, the holiest day of the week. As he was sitting there, he got out an old deck of cards and laid them out across his bunk. Just then an army sergeant came in and said, 'Why aren't you with the rest of the platoon?' The soldier replied, 'I thought I would stay behind and spend some time with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' The sergeant said, 'Looks to me li ke you're going to play cards.' The soldier said, 'No, sir. You see, since we are not allowed to have Bibles or other spiritual books in this country, I've decided to talk to the Lord by studying this deck of cards.' The sergeant asked in disbelief, 'How will you do that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You see the Ace, Sergeant? It reminds me that there is only one God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Two represents the two parts of the Bible, Old and New Testaments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three represents the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Four stands for the Four Gospels: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Five is for the five virgins there were ten but only five of them were glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six is for the six days it took God to create the Heavens and Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven is for the day God rested after making His Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eight is for the family of Noah and his wife, their three sons and their wives -- the eight people God spared from the flood that destroyed the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nine is for the lepers that Jesus cleansed of leprosy He cleansed ten, but nine never thanked Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ten represents the Ten Commandments that God handed down to Moses on tablets made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jack is a reminder of Satan, one of God's first angels, but he got kicked out of heaven for his sly and wicked ways and is now the joker of eternal hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen stands for the Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King stands for Jesus, for he is the King of all kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I count the dots on all the cards, I come up with 365 total, one for every day of the year. There are a total of 52 cards in a deck; each is a week - 52 weeks in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four suits represent the four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each suit has thirteen cards -- there are exactly thirteen weeks in a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I want to talk to God and thank Him, I just pull out this old deck of cards and they remind me of all that I have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sergeant just stood there. After a minute, with tears in his eyes and pain in his heart, he said, 'Soldier, can I borrow that deck of cards?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let this be a reminder and take time to pray for all of our soldiers who are being sent away, putting their lives on the line fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for the MilitaryLord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them. Bless them and their families. I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3974373753725417476?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3974373753725417476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3974373753725417476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3974373753725417476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3974373753725417476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-way-to-look-at-deck-of-cards.html' title='A new way to look at a deck of cards'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7919471791058701591</id><published>2008-07-25T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:00:05.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITE LIE CAKE</title><content type='html'>Have you ever told a white lie? You are going to love this, especially all of those who bake for church events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice Grayson was to bake a cake for the Baptist Church Ladies' Group in Tuscaloosa , but forgot to do it until the last minute. She remembered the morning of the bake sale and after rummaging through cabinets, found an angel fo od cake mix &amp;amp; quickly made it while drying her hair, dressing, &amp;amp; helping her son pack for Scout camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alice took the cake from the oven, the center had dropped flat and the cake was horribly disfigured. She thought, "Oh dear, there is not time to bake another cake."This cake was important to Alice because she did so want to fit in at her new church and in her new community of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being inventive, she looked around the house for something to build up the center of the cake.Alice found it in the bathroom - a roll of toilet paper. She plunked it in and covered it with icing. Not only did the finished product look beautiful, it looked perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she left the house to drop the cake by the church and head for work, Alice woke her daughter Amanda and gave her some money and specific instructions to be at the bake sale the moment it opened at 9:30 and to buy the cake and bring it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.When Amanda arrived at the sale, she found the attractive, perfect cake had already been sold. She grabbed her cell phone and called her mom.Alice was horrified - she was beside herself. Everyone would know! What would they think? She would be ostracized, talked about, and ridiculed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night, Alice lay awake in bed thinking about people pointing fingers at her and talking about her behind her back.The next day, Alice promised herself she would try not to think about the cake and would attend the fancy luncheon/bridal shower at the home of a fellow church member and try to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice did not want to attend because the hostess was a snob who more than once had looked down her nose at Alice because she was a single parent and not from the founding families of Tuscaloosa but, having already RSVP'd, she couldn't think of a believable excuse to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal was elegant, the company was definitely upper crust old South and,to Alice 's horror, the cake in question was presented for dessert! Alice felt the blood drain from her body when she saw the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started out of her chair to tell the hostess all about it, but before she could get to her feet, the Mayor's wife said, "What a beautiful cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice still stunned, sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess (who was a prominent church member) say, "Thank you, I baked it myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice smiled and thought to herself, "God is good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7919471791058701591?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7919471791058701591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7919471791058701591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7919471791058701591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7919471791058701591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-lie-cake.html' title='WHITE LIE CAKE'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3811471475537697272</id><published>2008-07-22T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:53:15.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>George Jones Song</title><content type='html'>I didn't know this song existed.  Get some kleenex before you click the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~singingman7/TNOTW.htm"&gt;http://home.comcast.net/~singingman7/TNOTW.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3811471475537697272?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3811471475537697272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3811471475537697272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3811471475537697272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3811471475537697272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/george-jones-song.html' title='George Jones Song'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-4629524798629718745</id><published>2008-07-22T10:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:40:25.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark</title><content type='html'>I have collected Noah's ark statues and pictures for years.  This was sent to me in an email and I thought I would share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/paulthedane/noahs_ark"&gt;http://www.pbase.com/paulthedane/noahs_ark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4629524798629718745?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4629524798629718745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4629524798629718745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4629524798629718745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4629524798629718745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/noahs-ark.html' title='Noah&apos;s Ark'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1186149054388831625</id><published>2008-07-19T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:08:54.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.The sand is everything else--the small stuff. 'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked."It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1186149054388831625?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1186149054388831625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1186149054388831625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1186149054388831625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1186149054388831625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-4347177450063930379</id><published>2008-07-04T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:51:31.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN THE MUSIC STOPPED</title><content type='html'>For those who are unaware, at a military theater theNational Anthem is played before every movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Chaplain in Iraq :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently attended a showing of'Superman 3' here at LSA Anaconda ( Balad Airport inIraq , north of Bagdad ).  We have a large auditorium weuse for movies, as well as memorial services and otherlarge gatherings.As is the custom back in the States, we stood andsn apped to attention when the National Anthem beganbefore the main feature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was going as planneduntil about three-quarters of the way through when TheNational Anthem music stopped.  Now, what wou ld happenif this occurred with 1,000 18-22 year-olds back inthe States?  I imagine there would be hoots, catcalls,laughter, a few rude comments, and everyone would sitdown and call for a movie. Of course, that is, if theyhad stood for the National Anthem in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the 1,000 soldiers continued to stand atattention, eyes fixed forward.  The music started again.  The soldiers continued to quietly stand atattention.  And again, at the same point, the musicstopped.  What would you expect to happen?  Even here I would imagine laughter, as everyone finally sat down and expected the movie to start.  But here, you could have heard a pin drop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every soldier continued to stand at attention. Suddenly there was a lone voice, then a dozen, and quickly the room was filled with the voices of a thousand soldiers, finishing where the recording leftoff:  'And the rockets red glare, the bombs burstingin air, gave proof through the night that our flag wasstill there.  Oh, say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave, o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most inspiring moment I have had here in Iraq . I wanted you to know what kind of soldiers are serving you here.  Remember them as they fight for you!  Pass this along as a reminder to others to be ever in prayer for all our soldiers serving us here, at home and abroad.  For many have already paid the ultimate price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Chaplain Jim Higgins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4347177450063930379?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4347177450063930379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4347177450063930379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4347177450063930379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4347177450063930379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-music-stopped.html' title='WHEN THE MUSIC STOPPED'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8476610984051383710</id><published>2008-07-01T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:25:22.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness part 2</title><content type='html'>“People insulted Christ, but….Het Let God…..Take Care of Him (I Peter 2:23 NCV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy who had been rude to his mother started sneaking off upstairs.  “Where are you going, young man?” she asked.  “To my room to talk to God.” He replied.  “Isn’t there something you want to tell me first?” she said.  “Nope.” He said “You’ll just get mad. God will forgive me and forget about it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long after you think you’ve forgiven someone, you can still be harboring hard feelings.  Here are some clues that you’ve still got work to do:  you get angry thinking about what happened; you give the offender the cold shoulder; you rehearse the incident mentally and in conversation; you seize every opportunity to remind the offender of what they did.  Refusing to forgive and forget is just another way of justifying an unforgiving attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says there are two things God won’t share: (1) His glory See (Isa 42:8); (2) His right to settle scores.  He said “Vengeance is mine, I will repay” (Rom 12:19).  Don’t usurp His authority by trying to get even; take your hands off the situation and let Him work it out.  When “People Insulted Christ….he did not insult them in return….Het let God….who judges rightly, take care of him.” A grudge shackles you to the offender, and you become the hostage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling on something your parents did, or on how an associate took credit for your work, or on what someone said about you, makes you, not them miserable.  You walk around in turmoil and they don’t even know you are upset!  Why give someone that kind of control over your life?:  What’s important is what happens in you, not to you.  So forgive, forget and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8476610984051383710?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8476610984051383710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8476610984051383710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8476610984051383710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8476610984051383710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgiveness-part-2.html' title='Forgiveness part 2'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7675535665794177305</id><published>2008-07-01T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:06:57.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I have been battling with forgiveness for a couple of months now.  So when I ran across this bible study - it started to open my eyes and more importantly my heart.  This was written by my pastor and I thank God daily for his belief in God and his conviction to teach only the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How heavy is a glass of water?  It depends on how long you have to &lt;em&gt;carry&lt;/em&gt; it. A minute is no problem and after an hour your arm might start to ache.  But after 24 hours you'll probably be in bad shape!  In each instance the glass weighs exactly the same, but the longer you carry it the heavier it feels.  And its the same with a grudge, it can get so heavy it stops you from living.  People will hurt you; that the reality of sharing this planet with others.  Sometimes it is intentional, other times they have no idea they upset you, far less broken your heart.  Does that mean that you should go around pretending nothing's wrong? No, the first step is to confront your feelings.  And when the hurt is deep, its even harder to forgive. And when the hurt is deep, its even harder to forgive.  That’s when you need to pray “Lord, change my heart and heal me.” Jesus said, “Pray for those who mistreat you.” (Luke 6:28 NIV)  When you do that something unexpected happens; your heart softens and you start seeing them through God’s eyes instead of your raw emotions.  Jesus said: “If you have anything against someone, forgive – only then will your heavenly father…wipe your slate clean.”  When you sow un-forgiveness you reap un-forgiveness – even from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac is a prime example of practicing forgiveness.  During a drought he dug wells that his enemies moved in and claimed.  But instead of retaliating, he moved on and dug new ones.  As a result God filled Isaac’s empty wells and promised to bless him, and his children too! (Gen 26:22-23).  And he fills the emptiness in your life, when you forgive those who hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7675535665794177305?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7675535665794177305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7675535665794177305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7675535665794177305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7675535665794177305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3610247339487845853</id><published>2008-06-22T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:31:41.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the RAK-a-teers</title><content type='html'>Special Rak for all the Rak-a-teers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of you have expressed an interest in how to organize your paper piles. I thought I would share how I corral and manage all my papers. Feel free to email me with any questions -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not an 8-5 schedule every minute type of person, I have the Franklin Covey planner called Simplicity. This planner has a 2 page monthly calendar as well as daily pages. The daily pages has a place for Today's Schedule, What I need to do, Daily notes and A blank column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The additional sections I have set up according to my needs - I have my "Brain Dump - aka master running to do list, budget (where I keep a bill tracker) a snapshot from the Change your life challenge - which is an organizing site that helps you change your life in 70 days. As I was working towards becoming a PO, I worked with various sites and groups. Then I have my web log where I log the website URL, login and password information as well as any comments about the site. and finally my address book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the address section I have 3 sheets of paper for each letter. The first is a white page (like in the phone books) I list all my family and friends information. Then there are the yellow pages - this is where I have the plumber, doctor, dentist - any professional that I would use. When I had the kids at home they were listed according to their profession - doctor and dentist were under "D" making it easier for everyone to locate if needed. The last page is for things that did not fit into the other tabs. For instance - under "P" I have listed my printer's name and the cartridges they take. Since I have 2 printers - I get them confused as to which ink goes with which one. Another example – “W” I have my wish list – since I am on a budget, I list some of the things I would like to have (but don’t necessarily need) and then when the extra is there I can try to purchase one or two of the items. Behind each grand childs letter I have their current sizes and what they are currently into. For example – my grandson is now into John Deere things – so I changed his from “Cars to John Deere”. Makes gift shopping easier. I also use the last column on the planner page for random bits of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THINGS ARE WRITTEN IN PENCIL – Life changes and so do appointments, etc. and it is easier to erase a penciled in appointment than an ink one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notebooks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly let me start by saving these ideas are not original to me. I have combined resources from the web, personal friends and clients and was able to develop a system that works for me. I am not saying my way is the right way – just that it has worked for me for years.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did was to decide that I wanted to go with a notebook storage system and not a typical filing cabinet. At the time I didn’t have a file cabinet but had tons of notebooks that I had collected through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I had already purchased the Easy Organizer and the Easy Bill Paying System from Maria at &lt;a href="http://www.getorganizednow.com/"&gt;http://www.getorganizednow.com/&lt;/a&gt; . So continuing with the notebooks seemed the most logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on my patio one morning very early with a cup of coffee, pad and pencil and I started thinking about (1) the types of categories for the notebooks I wanted and (2) how I wanted them to work for me – not me work for them as some of the organizing sites tend to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined I wanted the following categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Tax Preparation&lt;br /&gt;Easy Bill Paying System&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Planner&lt;br /&gt;Craft and decorating Projects (now split into multiple notebooks)&lt;br /&gt;Warranties and Manuals&lt;br /&gt;Easy Organizer&lt;br /&gt;Household Organizer&lt;br /&gt;Address/Phone Directory&lt;br /&gt;Professional Organizers Guide (also from &lt;a href="http://www.getorganizednow.com/"&gt;http://www.getorganizednow.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;www. Getorganizednow.com moderator manual. I am a moderator on her site.&lt;br /&gt;Career Planning&lt;br /&gt;Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Sprit Lifters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are not in order of importance – just reading them off as I type. Depending on your family needs, careers and affiliations you may want others. Some suggestions would be a PERSONAL notebook for each child which could display all their artwork, awards and certificates, report cards and other important documents. Memories of your MOM AND DAD, EDUCATION, ORGANIZATIONS – ones that you belong to and their rules and minutes from meetings, etc. , PROPERTY, LEGAL ISSUES, DECORATING, WEDDING PLANNER, STUDENT LOANS. The list goes on and on – again depending on your personal needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step I took was to determine how I wanted each book to work for me. So I set up a list of questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose of each notebook&lt;br /&gt;Contents of each notebook&lt;br /&gt;Long term goals&lt;br /&gt;Future additions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have the basics – l will start with my kitchen notebook. **As my children grew and married I made them some of these notebooks also so that they can have a jump start on organizing and some of their favorite recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Purpose of this notebook – to corral all those loose recipes and papers pertaining to food preparation, storage, grocery shopping, etc. This assisted me in the planning, storing, shopping, preparing and overall healthy eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil pouch/sheet protector for holding pens, pencils, unclipped coupons, sale flyers for the week, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Recipes – these are set up according to type – chicken, beef, pork, desserts, salads, vegetables, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Weekly Menu planner – I don’t use this much anymore since I am an empty nester and can eat when I want. Before I used it to plan a least a weeks but preferred a month’s worth of meals so that who ever came home first – knew what was for dinner and if they needed to do any prep work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Once a month cooking – this is when I would go to Sam’s and stock up. I would brown ground beef and put into individual plastic bags for quick spaghetti sauce. Taco or whatever. Other things that I could pre-make and freeze.&lt;br /&gt;Master grocery List – There are many that you can get already set up by searching the web for them . I made my own based on the store where I shop and the items I buy.&lt;br /&gt;Pantry, freezer and refrigerator inventory. I hate hearing the phrase “We have nothing to eat” or seeing the kids stand with either the cupboard door or refrigerator door open staring into space. I created a master list of what was in the cabinets (and on what shelf) as well as what I had in the freezer and refrigerator. As we finished eating a particular item – it was added to the grocery list (or checked off if it was on the master list).&lt;br /&gt;General information – weights, measurements, substitution tips, and any other pertinent kitchen information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Term Goal –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main goal was to reduce the “what’s for dinner” and “there is nothing to eat in this house” stresses.&lt;br /&gt;A functional system for creating and preparing nutritional meals that my family will eat that are manageable with my food budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future additions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price comparison book – at one point there were 3 grocery stores within a block radius. So it was no problem doing the comparison shopping and getting the best deals at each one.&lt;br /&gt;System to track grocery expenses and wasters – for example when I opened a jar of salsa, I need to know the last use date is so that we finish it before it expires and I end up tossing a full or almost full jar. Therefore tossing money out with the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come………………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3610247339487845853?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3610247339487845853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3610247339487845853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3610247339487845853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3610247339487845853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-all-rak-teers.html' title='For all the RAK-a-teers'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8347052851202059297</id><published>2008-06-16T08:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:40:44.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Cake</title><content type='html'>GOD'S CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is about the best thing I've ever read as an explanation. We all wonder many times over WHY? Sometimes we wonder, 'What did I do to deserve this?' or 'Why did God have to do this to me?' Here is a wonderful explanation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away. Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, 'Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘‘Here, have some cooking oil,' her Mother offers. 'Yuck' says her daughter. “How about a couple raw eggs?” Gross,  Mom!' 'Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?' 'Mom, those are all yucky!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the mother replies:  'Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8347052851202059297?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8347052851202059297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8347052851202059297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8347052851202059297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8347052851202059297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/06/gods-cake.html' title='God&apos;s Cake'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-985299731156399622</id><published>2008-05-28T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:06:10.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A SIMPLE SOLDIER........................</title><content type='html'>Just a Simple Soldier&lt;br /&gt;He was getting old and paunchy&lt;br /&gt;And his hair was falling fast,&lt;br /&gt;And he sat around the Legion,&lt;br /&gt;Telling stories of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Of a war that he once fought in&lt;br /&gt;And the deeds that he had done,&lt;br /&gt;In his exploits with his buddies;&lt;br /&gt;They were heroes, every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors&lt;br /&gt;His tales became a joke,&lt;br /&gt;All his buddies listened quietly&lt;br /&gt;For they knew where of he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we'll hear his tales no longer,&lt;br /&gt;For ol' Bob has passed away,&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little poorer&lt;br /&gt;For a Soldier died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't be mourned by many,&lt;br /&gt;Just his children and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;For he lived an ordinary,&lt;br /&gt;Very quiet sort of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held a job and raised a family,&lt;br /&gt;Going quietly on his way;&lt;br /&gt;And the world won't note his passing,&lt;br /&gt;'Tho a Soldier died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When politicians leave this earth,&lt;br /&gt;Their bodies lie in state,&lt;br /&gt;While thousands note their passing,&lt;br /&gt;And proclaim that they were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papers tell of their life stories&lt;br /&gt; From the time that they were young&lt;br /&gt;But the passing of a Soldier&lt;br /&gt; Goes unnoticed, and unsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the greatest contribution&lt;br /&gt;To the welfare of our land,&lt;br /&gt;Some jerk who breaks his promise&lt;br /&gt; And cons his fellow man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the ordinary fellow&lt;br /&gt;Who in times of war and strife,&lt;br /&gt; Goes off to serve his country&lt;br /&gt;And offers up his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politician's stipend&lt;br /&gt;And the style in which he lives,&lt;br /&gt;Are often disproportionate,&lt;br /&gt;To the service that he gives.&lt;br /&gt;While the ordinary Soldier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who offered up his all,&lt;br /&gt;Is paid off with a medal&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps a pension, small.&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to forget them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is so many times&lt;br /&gt;That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,&lt;br /&gt;Went to battle, but we know,&lt;br /&gt;It is not the politicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their compromise and ploys,&lt;br /&gt;Who won for us the freedom&lt;br /&gt;That our country now enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself in danger,&lt;br /&gt;With your enemies at hand,&lt;br /&gt; Would you really want some cop-out,&lt;br /&gt;With his ever waffling stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you want a Soldier--&lt;br /&gt;His home, his country, his kin,&lt;br /&gt;Just a common Soldier,&lt;br /&gt;Who would fight until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just a common Soldier,&lt;br /&gt;And his ranks are growing thin,&lt;br /&gt;But his presence should remind us&lt;br /&gt;We may need his like again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when countries are in conflict,&lt;br /&gt;We find the Soldier's part&lt;br /&gt;Is to clean up all the troubles&lt;br /&gt;That the politicians start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot do him honor&lt;br /&gt;While he's here to hear the praise,&lt;br /&gt;Then at least let's give him homage&lt;br /&gt;At the ending of his days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just a simply headline&lt;br /&gt;In the paper that might say:&lt;br /&gt; "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,&lt;br /&gt;A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-985299731156399622?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/985299731156399622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=985299731156399622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/985299731156399622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/985299731156399622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-simple-soldier.html' title='JUST A SIMPLE SOLDIER........................'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5154644819353514457</id><published>2008-05-24T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:19:08.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - pet nose height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Dear Dogs and Cats: The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sle ep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit &amp;amp; Like to Complain About Our Pets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They live here. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'niture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To you, they are an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Eat less&lt;br /&gt;   2. Don't ask for money all the time&lt;br /&gt;   3 Are easier to train&lt;br /&gt;   4. Normally come when called&lt;br /&gt;   5. Never ask to drive the car&lt;br /&gt;   6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends&lt;br /&gt;   7. Don't smoke or drink&lt;br /&gt;   8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions&lt;br /&gt;   9. Don't want to wear y our clothes&lt;br /&gt; 10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...&lt;br /&gt;11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5154644819353514457?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5154644819353514457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5154644819353514457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5154644819353514457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5154644819353514457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/05/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7011356278802959289</id><published>2008-05-17T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:32:14.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE NEED MORE PEOPLE LIKE THIS.</title><content type='html'>There is a God in the Post Office This is one of the kindest things I've ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: Dear God ,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her. You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had. Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith , 'in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey &amp;amp; Meredith and this note: Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven.Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, I'm easy to find, I am wherever there is love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love,God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7011356278802959289?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7011356278802959289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7011356278802959289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7011356278802959289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7011356278802959289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-need-more-people-like-this.html' title='WE NEED MORE PEOPLE LIKE THIS.'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2079537071600746587</id><published>2008-05-16T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:18:25.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This will give you chills</title><content type='html'>AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS, THE CHURCH'S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP, WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND, BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING, HE BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK. 'A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE SAILING OFF THE PACIFIC COAST ,' HE BEGAN. 'WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY ATTEMPT TO GET BAC K TO THE SHORE. THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH THE FATHER WAS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR, HE COULD NOT KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT, MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWO TEENAGERS WHO WERE, FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN, LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY. THE AGED MINISTER CONTINUED WITH HIS STORY, 'GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF HIS LIFE: TO WHICH BOY WOULD HE THROW THE OTHER END OF THE LIFE LINE. HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS S ON WAS A CHRISTIAN AND HE, ALSO, KNEW THAT HIS SON'S FRIEND WAS NOT. THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED BY THE TORRENT OF WAVES. AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT, 'I LOVE YOU, SON!' HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON 'S FRIEND. BY THE TIME THE FATHER HAD PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED BOAT, HIS SON HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH THE RAGING SWELLS INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT. HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING UP STRAIGHT IN THE PEW, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT WORDS TO COME OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER'S MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'THE FATHER,' HE CONTINUED, 'KNEW HIS SON WOULD STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS AND HE COULD NOT BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON'S FRIEND STEPPING INTO AN ETERNITY WITHOUT JESUS.. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON'S FRIEND. ' HOW GREAT IS THE L OVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE LIFE LINE HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE.' WITH THAT, THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE FILLED THE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END. HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN'S SIDE. 'THAT WAS A NICE STORY,' POLITELY STATED ONE OF THEM,'BUT I DON'T THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE UP HIS ONLY SON'S LIFE IN HOPES THAT THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN.' 'WELL, YOU'VE GOT A POINT THERE,' THE OLD MAN REPLIED, GLANCING DOW N AT HIS WORN BIBLE. A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE. HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT THE BOYS AND SAID, 'IT SURE ISN'T VERY REALISTIC, IS IT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE... I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON'S FRIEND.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2079537071600746587?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2079537071600746587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2079537071600746587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2079537071600746587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2079537071600746587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-will-give-you-chills.html' title='This will give you chills'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3135725829811825937</id><published>2008-05-07T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:53:38.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A great example of why we should be kind and patient.</title><content type='html'>'Some people!' snorted a man standing behind me in the long line at the grocery store. 'You would think the manager would pay attention and open another line, 'said a woman. I looked to the front of the line to see what the hold up was and saw a well dressed, young woman, tryin g to g et the machine to accept her credit card.  No matter how many times she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's one of them welfare card things. Damn people need to get a job like everyone else,' said the man standing behind me. The young woman turned around to see who h ad mad e the comment.   'It was me,' he said, pointing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The young lady's face began to change expression. Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card onto the counter and quickly walked out of the store. Everyone in the checkout line watched as she began running to her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove away.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After developing cancer in 1977 and having had to use food stamps; I had learned never to judge anyone, without knowing the circumstances of their life. This turned out to be the case today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes later a young man walked into the store. He went up to the cashier and asked if she had seen the woman. After describing her, the cashier told him that she had run out of the store, got into her car, and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Why would she do that?' asked the man. Everyone in the line look ed around at the fellow who had made the statement.   'I made a stupid comment about the welfare card she was using.  Something I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry,' said the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, that's bad, real bad, in fact.  Her brother was killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had three young children and she has taken on that responsibility. She's twenty years old, single, and now has three children to support,' he said in a very firm voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I'm really truly sorry. I didn't know,' he replied, shaking both his hands about. The young man asked, 'Are these paid for?' pointing to the shopping cart full of groceries. 'It wouldn't take her card,' the clerk told him.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know where she lives?' asked the man who had made the comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she goes to our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me,' he said as he made his way to the front of the line. He pulled out his wallet, took out his credit card and told the cashier, 'Please use my card. PLEASE!' The clerk took his credit card and began to ring up the young woman's groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on,' said the gentleman. He walked back to his shopping cart and began loading his own groceries onto the belt to be included. 'Come on people. We got three kids to help raise!' he told everyone in line. Everyone began to place their groceries  onto the fast moving belt. A few customers began bagging the  food and placing it into separate carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go back and get two big turkeys,' yelled a heavyset woman, as she looked at the man. NO,'&lt;br /&gt;yelled the man.  Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. The entire store became quiet for several seconds. 'Four turkeys,' yelled the man. Everyone began laughing and went back to work. When all was said and done, the man paid a total of $1,646.57 for the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then walked over to the side, pulled out his check book, and began writing a check using the bags of dog food piled near the front of the store for a writing surface. He turned around and handed the check to the young man. 'She will need a freezer and a few other things as well, ' he told the man.          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at the check and said, 'This is really very generous of you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' said the man. 'Her brother was the generous one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the store had been observing the odd commotion and began to clap.  And I drove home that day feeling very American.  We live in the Land of the free, because of the Brave! Remember our Troops of Yesterday and Today ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear. - Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3135725829811825937?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3135725829811825937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3135725829811825937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3135725829811825937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3135725829811825937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-example-of-why-we-should-be-kind.html' title='A great example of why we should be kind and patient.'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3182771248802796050</id><published>2008-04-29T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:54:26.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD'S BUSY</title><content type='html'>A United States Marine was attending some college courses between assignments. He had completed missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. One of the courses had a professor who was an avowed atheist and a member of the ACLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the professor shocked the class when he came in.  He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, "God, if you are real, then I want you to knock me off this platform. I'll give you exactly 15 minutes." The lecture room fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed, "Here I am God. I'm still waiting." It got down to the last couple of minutes when the Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and cold-cocked him, knocking him off the platform. The professor was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine went back to his seat and sat there, silently. The other students were shocked and stunned and sat there looking on in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor eventually came to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked, "What the heck is the matter with you? Why did you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine calmly replied, "God was too busy today protecting America's soldiers who are protecting your right to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So, He sent me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS GOOD. KEEP IT GOING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3182771248802796050?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3182771248802796050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3182771248802796050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3182771248802796050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3182771248802796050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-busy.html' title='GOD&apos;S BUSY'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-149725671112438504</id><published>2008-04-24T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:32:58.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay focused (Conclusion)</title><content type='html'>Focused people do not hide their weaknesses or excuse them, instead they focus on their strengths. There is a story about a couple who decided to build a farm. They began to argue. The wife wanted to build the house first. The husband wanted to build the barn first in order to house the animals. They went back and forth until finally the man said - "Look, we have to build the barn first-because the barn will enable us to build the house, the garage, the silo, the kids swing set, and everything else." When you focus on putting first things first, every thing else is more likely to fall into place. (The moral of this - the farm was a working farm where the animals were the main source of money. By building shelter for them, their feed, the equipment needed to and meeting the needs of the animals - the farm would prosper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you commit yourself to, will change what you are and make you a completely different person. The future conditions you, not the past. What you commit yourself to become, determines what are you are - more than anything that ever happened to you yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your commitments?  Where are you going? What are you going to be? Anthony Campolo says "Show me someone who hasn't decided and I will  show you someone that has no identity, no personality and no direction." Focusing on our weakness instead of our strengths is like having a handful of coins, a few made of gold and the rest of tarnished copper.  We set aside the gold coins and spend our time shining the copper ones in hopes of making them more valuable.  No matter how long you spend removing the tarnish - they will never be as valuable as the gold ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbl later on how to apply this to your every day life........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-149725671112438504?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/149725671112438504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=149725671112438504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/149725671112438504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/149725671112438504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/stay-focused-conclusion.html' title='Stay focused (Conclusion)'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8803388755983773202</id><published>2008-04-21T19:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:31:48.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNITED STATES MAP</title><content type='html'>A father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl, Shelby. She wanted to know what the United States looked like. Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into small pieces, he  gave it to Shelby and said, 'Go into the other room and see if you can put this together. This will show you our whole country today.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, Shelby returned and handed him the map, correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly. 'Oh,' she said, 'on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8803388755983773202?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8803388755983773202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8803388755983773202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8803388755983773202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8803388755983773202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/united-states-map.html' title='UNITED STATES MAP'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-5176843812644510438</id><published>2008-04-20T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:11:49.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Focused - Continued</title><content type='html'>When it comes to staying focused, keep in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Focused people always look for a better way.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What got you where you are most likely will not get you where you need to be, A family who moved into a new neighborhood got a late start one morning, As a result the 6 year old missed the school bus. Though it would make him late for work, the father agreed to take the child to school if she gave him directions to get there. After 20 minutes of going in circles, they finally reached the school. By this time he was angry and the dad asked why she drove him all over the place when the school was so close to their home. She replied " We went the way the bus does - that's the only way that I know how to get to school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Focused people concentrate a little harder and a little longer.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hall of fame baseball player Hank Aaron said "What separates a superstar from the average ball player is that he concentrates just a little bit longer." Focused thinking is the ability to remove distractions and mental clutter so that you can concentrate with clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Focused people make COMMITMENTS, not excuses. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A sign on the desk of an officer in the Pentagon reads "The secrecy of my job does not permit me to know what I am doing." Its a cute joke, but not so cute when its true. When you don't know why you're doing, you become frustrated and end up failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Focused people don't live in the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Too many of us yearn for the past and get stuck in it. Instead we need to learn from the past and let go of it, Elbert Hubbard wrote "A retentive memory may be a good thingm but the ability to forget is a token of greatness." Successful people forget they are running a race. They can't afford to look behind. Their eyes are on the finish line. They're too big to let little things disturb the,. If anyone does them wrong, they consider the source and keep cool. Its only the small people who cherish revenge. Be a good forgetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Focused people don't think about the difficulties, but the rewards.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If you dwell on the difficulties for too long, you'll start to develop self pity instead of self-discipline. As a result you will accomplish less and less. By focusing on results you will stay encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Focused people choose their friends carefully.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; There are 5 types of people you will encounter in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) refreshers - these are people who strenghten and energize you.&lt;br /&gt;(b) refiners - these are people who sharpen you and clarify your vision.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Reflectors - these are people who mirror your energy, neither adding or subtracting from it.&lt;br /&gt;(d) Reducers - these are people who try to diminish your goals and efforts to their comfort level&lt;br /&gt;(e) Rejectors - these are people who don't understand you or what your can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our goal is to remain focused and you will stay grounded. The praise of others is less likely to go to your head and the negative impact of your critics will be minimized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-5176843812644510438?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/5176843812644510438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=5176843812644510438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5176843812644510438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/5176843812644510438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/stay-focused-continued.html' title='Stay Focused - Continued'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-4900888205578708818</id><published>2008-04-16T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:11:13.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Focused</title><content type='html'>Philippians 3:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become effective by becoming selective.  Its human nature to get distracted.  We are like gyroscopes, spinning around at a frantic pace but not getting anywhere.  Without a clear purpose or goals you will continue to change direction, jobs, relationships, churches, friends, etc., and all the while hoping that each change will settle the confusion or fill the emptiness in your heart.   You think “this time it will be different.”, but it doesn’t solve the real problem – lack of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of focus can be seen in light.  With a magnifying glass the rays of the sun can set paper on fire.  But when light is focused even more – it becomes a laser beam, it can cut through steel.   NOTHING IS MORE POTENT THAN A FOCUSED LIFE.  So if you want your life to have impact, focus it!  Stop dabbling.  Stop trying to do it all. Do Less, Turn away even from good activities and do only that which matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, never confuse activity with productivity.  The first law of success in this day when so many things are clamoring for our attention is CONCENTRATION – to bend our energies to one point and to go directly to that point, neither looking to the left or to the right.  Does focus come easily or naturally?  No it is a discipline that must be practiced every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus does 3 things for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It keeps you on target&lt;/u&gt;.  We find ourselves pulled in a dozen different directions, spending much of our time and energy on things that we don’t really care about.  Author Don Marquis put it this way – “Ours is a world where people don’t know what they want, and are willing to go through hell to get it”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It increases your energy&lt;/u&gt;. Attempting everything , like attempting nothing, will suck the life out of you.  Focus gives you energy.  Admiral Richard Byrd, the Polar explorer said “Few men come anywhere near exhausting the resources dwelling in them.  There are deep wells of strength that are never used.”  One of the reasons that these wells go untapped is lack of focus.  The mind doesn’t reach toward achievement until it has clear objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It lifts you&lt;/u&gt;.  It has been said that the world stands aside to let anyone pass who knows where he or she is going.  Just knowing what she you want to do and making an effort to pursue it, distinguishes you from almost everyone else.  Just by striving to become better than you are, you become elevated – even ig you don’t accomplish what you desire, and even if others don’t step aside for you.  By trusting God and aiming higher, you move to a higher level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-4900888205578708818?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/4900888205578708818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=4900888205578708818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4900888205578708818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/4900888205578708818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/stay-focused.html' title='Stay Focused'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3477187160912947971</id><published>2008-04-08T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:39:34.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When your huts on fire......</title><content type='html'>The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, "God! How could you do this to me?" Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had come to rescue him! "How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moral of This Story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You may want to consider passing this on, because you never know who feels as if their hut is on fire today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3477187160912947971?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3477187160912947971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3477187160912947971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3477187160912947971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3477187160912947971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-your-huts-on-fire.html' title='When your huts on fire......'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-1431269050215025087</id><published>2008-04-07T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:56:10.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History Lesson</title><content type='html'>History Mystery Have a history teacher explain this----- if they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.&lt;br /&gt; John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.&lt;br /&gt;Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Both Presidents were shot in the head Now it gets really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were assassinated by Southerners.&lt;br /&gt;Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln , was born in 1808.&lt;br /&gt;Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln , was born in 1839.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both assassins were known by their three names.&lt;br /&gt;Both names are composed of fifteen letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hang on to your seat. Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the kicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland&lt;br /&gt;A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy huh? Send this to as many people as you can, cause: Hey, this is one history lesson most people probably will not mind reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-1431269050215025087?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/1431269050215025087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=1431269050215025087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1431269050215025087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/1431269050215025087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/history-lesson.html' title='History Lesson'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7285741619641069085</id><published>2008-04-02T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:25:37.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotion for the Day</title><content type='html'>There once was a man who had nothing for his  family to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an old rifle and three bullets.&lt;br /&gt;So, he decided that he would go out hunting&lt;br /&gt;and kill some wild game for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he went down the road, he saw a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;He shot at the rabbit and missed it.&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw a squirrel and fired a shot at the squirrel but missed it.&lt;br /&gt;The squirrel disappeared into a hole in a cottonwood tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he went further, he saw a large wild "Tom" turkey in the tree,&lt;br /&gt;but he had only one bullet remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice spoke to him and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Pray first, aim high, and stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the same time, he saw a deer&lt;br /&gt;which was a better kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought the gun down and aimed at the deer.&lt;br /&gt;But, then he saw a rattlesnake between his legs about to bite him&lt;br /&gt;so he naturally brought the gun down further to shoot the rattlesnake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the voice said again to him,&lt;br /&gt;"I said, 'Pray, Aim high, and Stay focused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the man decided to listen to God's voice.&lt;br /&gt;He prayed, then aimed the gun high up in the tree,&lt;br /&gt;and shot the wild turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet bounced off the turkey and killed the deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handle fell off the gun, hit the snake in the head, and killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when the gun had gone off, it knocked him into a pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stood up to look around,&lt;br /&gt;he had fish in all his pockets,&lt;br /&gt;a dead deer, and a turkey for his family to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake (Satan) was dead simply because&lt;br /&gt;the man listened to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray first before you do anything,&lt;br /&gt;aim and shoot high in your goals,&lt;br /&gt;and stay focused on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let others discourage you concerning your past.&lt;br /&gt;The past is exactly that, "the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live every day one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;and remember that only God knows our future,&lt;br /&gt;and that He will not put you through any more than you can bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not look to man for your blessings,&lt;br /&gt;but look to the doors that only He has prepared in advance&lt;br /&gt;for you in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, be still, and patient: keep God first,&lt;br /&gt;and everything else will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on in order that someone else might be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM ONE FRIEND TO ANOTHER ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about tomorrow, God is already there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7285741619641069085?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7285741619641069085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7285741619641069085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7285741619641069085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7285741619641069085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/04/devotion-for-day.html' title='Devotion for the Day'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3603009208904464263</id><published>2008-03-28T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:55:54.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTIAN WAYS TO REDUCE STRESS ...</title><content type='html'>An Angel says, "Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to bed on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health.&lt;br /&gt;5. Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Simplify and unclutter your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too many.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety . If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases.&lt;br /&gt;13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday.&lt;br /&gt;16. Carry a Bible with you to read while waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Eat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Get organized so everything has its place.&lt;br /&gt;20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Write down thoughts and inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Every day, find time to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Make friends with Godly people.&lt;br /&gt;25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good "Thank you Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Laugh some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).&lt;br /&gt;31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sit on your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 Talk less; listen more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 . Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before. GOD HAS A WAY OF TURNING THINGS AROUND FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;"If God is for us, who can be against us?"&lt;br /&gt;(Romans 8:31)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3603009208904464263?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3603009208904464263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3603009208904464263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3603009208904464263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3603009208904464263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/03/christian-ways-to-reduce-stress.html' title='CHRISTIAN WAYS TO REDUCE STRESS ...'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8640850303558742923</id><published>2008-03-26T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T08:59:20.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Trilogy</title><content type='html'>Another email I received - a little late - but the message is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wandascountryhome.com/trilogy/"&gt;http://wandascountryhome.com/trilogy/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8640850303558742923?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8640850303558742923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8640850303558742923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8640850303558742923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8640850303558742923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-trilogy.html' title='Easter Trilogy'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-6992744441302099527</id><published>2008-03-19T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:13:34.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was a recipe that was shared on 2Peas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resurrection Rolls&lt;br /&gt; 1 roll refrigerator crescent rolls&lt;br /&gt;large marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;melted butter sugar &amp;amp; cinnamon mixture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Preheat oven to 350 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give each child (or child at heart) a triangle of crescent rolls. The crescent roll represents the cloth that Jesus was wrapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give each person a marshmallow. This represents Jesus (white = purity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the child dip the marshmallow in melted butter. This represents the embalming oils that were put on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dip the buttered marshmallow in the cinnamon &amp;amp; sugar mix. This represents the spices used to annoint the body of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wrap up the coated marshmallow tightly in the crescent roll ( not like a typical crescent roll up; bring the three corners up to the top and pinch together to seal the marshmallow inside. This is kinda tricky as it gets buttery and slippery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This represents the wrapping of Jesus' body in cloths after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the rolls on a cookie sheet and put in the oven at 350 for 10-12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oven represents the tomb - pretend like it was 3 days (it will seem like it to a 3 year-old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the rolls out and let them cool slightly. (Careful, they can be very hot inside!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then give the children their rolls and when they cut or bite into them - they are empty! This represents the empty tomb -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is not there, he has risen! (The marshmallow blows up and melts into the crescent roll as it bakes, forming the empty roll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6992744441302099527?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6992744441302099527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6992744441302099527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6992744441302099527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6992744441302099527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-was-recipe-that-was-shared-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-7365252547207575514</id><published>2008-03-18T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:04:49.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O Happy Day</title><content type='html'>I have been juggling several projects, problems and demands on my time these past few weeks as well as suffering from migraines and my fibro flaring.  Well DUH!  Both of those medical conditions are because I am not eating right, drinking enough water/fluids and not resting properly.  Going to bed with my head racing in thought is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I have ask the Lord to take the load off of me.  Not that I can't handle the load, I just can't carry it all.  Instead of trying to do a total room makeover in a day - I have broken it down into area/slots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied to be a professional organizer and I can pretty much organize paperwork or offices or homes of others - but like a plumber or a mechanic - my home needs a professional organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember - to let go and let GOD show me what I need here on this earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-7365252547207575514?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/7365252547207575514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=7365252547207575514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7365252547207575514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/7365252547207575514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-happy-day.html' title='O Happy Day'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-556242134727854388</id><published>2008-03-17T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:13:49.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wooden bowl</title><content type='html'>I guarantee you will remember the tale of the  Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.  But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands andfailing sight made eating difficult.  Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. "So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.  Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped  a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded,"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and  went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and  gently  led him back to the family table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family.  And for some reason,neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens,how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.You need to be able to throw something back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude youBut,  if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find youI've learned that whenever I decide  something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-556242134727854388?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/556242134727854388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=556242134727854388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/556242134727854388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/556242134727854388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/03/wooden-bowl.html' title='The wooden bowl'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3230090990680295662</id><published>2008-03-17T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:49:48.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Refining Silver</title><content type='html'>This came in an email today and since I have been in the "fire" for so long (or so it seems) and I didn't understand why this was an answer to my prayer.  I know that I have not been totally refined nor will I be until he is ready for me.  Another way that God is building my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as refiner and purifier o f silver."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver." She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it"     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If today you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life Is a coin. You can spend it anyway you wish, but&lt;br /&gt;you can only spend it once."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3230090990680295662?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3230090990680295662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3230090990680295662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3230090990680295662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3230090990680295662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/03/refining-silver.html' title='Refining Silver'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2581750973538083247</id><published>2008-02-26T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:56:18.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection?</title><content type='html'>The Gospel of John (20:7) tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded and was placed at the head of that stony coffin. Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other disciple out ran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there , but he didn't go in. Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side. Is that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes! In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition. When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table until the master was finished. Now if the master was done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers and mouth with that napkin and toss it on to the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done.' But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant knew that the fo lded napkin meant, 'I'm not finished yet.' The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2581750973538083247?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2581750973538083247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2581750973538083247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2581750973538083247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2581750973538083247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-did-jesus-fold-linen-burial-cloth.html' title='Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection?'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-8942264768386624307</id><published>2008-02-18T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:51:04.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture Challenge</title><content type='html'>I took the challenge to do the 52 week scripture challenge hosted by Pillar.  Unfortunately,  because of the move and packing/unpacking - I haven't been able to get started.  So that I wouldn't lose the weeks word and the scriptures that touched me, I developed a spread sheet so that I could have the week number, word and scripture ideas.  I am also keeping a journal and doing some sketches for pages that I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I will be doing an 8 x8 book and go from there.  Will post as soon as I start making the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-8942264768386624307?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/8942264768386624307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=8942264768386624307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8942264768386624307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/8942264768386624307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/02/scripture-challenge.html' title='Scripture Challenge'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-2712995696157776970</id><published>2008-02-06T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:08:33.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakes Trucks</title><content type='html'>Jake's Prayer&lt;br /&gt;By Bill Jones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, the rancher, went one dayto fix a distant fence.The wind was cold and gusty andthe clouds rolled gray and dense,As he pounded the last nail inand gathered tools to go.The temperature had fallenand the snow began to blow.When he finally reached his pickup,he felt a heavy heart,from the sound of that ignition,he knew it wouldn't start.So Jake did what most of us doif we'd have been there.He humbly bowed his balding headand sent aloft a prayer.As he turned the key for the last time,he softly cursed his luck.They found him three days later,frozen stiff in that old truck.Now Jake had been around in lifeand done his share of roamin'.But when he saw Heaven,he was shocked -- it look just like Wyomin'.Of all the saints in Heaven,his favorite was St. Peter.Now, this line, it ain't neededbut it helps with rhyme and meter.So they set and talked a minute or two,or maybe it was three,Nobody was keepin' score --in Heaven time is free."I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,"that God will answer prayers,But one time I asked for help,well He, just plain wasn't there.Does God answer prayers of some,and ignores the prayers of others?That don't seem exactly square --I know all men are brothers.Or does he randomly reply,without good rhyme or reason?Maybe, it's the time of day,the weather or the season.Now I ain't trying to act smart,it's just the way I feel,And I was wonderin', could you tell --what the heck's the deal?"Peter listened very patientlyand when Jake was done,There were smiles of recognition,and he said, "So, you're the one!That day your truck, it wouldn't start,and you sent your prayer a flying,You gave us all a real bad time,with hundreds of us a trying.A thousand angels rushed to checkthe status of your file,But you know, Jake, we hadn't heardfrom you in quite a whileAnd though all prayers are answered,and God ain't got no quota,He didn't recognize your voice,and started a truck in North Dakota."Moral of the story: Pray Early... and Pray Often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-2712995696157776970?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/2712995696157776970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=2712995696157776970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2712995696157776970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/2712995696157776970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/02/jakes-trucks.html' title='Jakes Trucks'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-774166869158025105</id><published>2008-02-06T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T08:06:35.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>I wonder what would happen if we treated our Bibles like we treat our cell phone?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we flipped through it several times a day?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it to receive messages from the text?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we gave it to Kids as gifts?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it when we traveled?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we used it in case of emergency     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something to make you go....hmm... where is my Bible?      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our cell phone,      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we don't have to worry about our Bible being disconnected       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Jesus already paid the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dropped calls!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; More new features than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you stop and think, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are my  priorities?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-774166869158025105?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/774166869158025105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=774166869158025105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/774166869158025105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/774166869158025105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/02/cell-phones.html' title='Cell Phones'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-24800712909999475</id><published>2008-01-23T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:20:32.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karen Day wants to say</title><content type='html'>"Purple Monkey Dishwasher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen-day.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://karen-day.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-24800712909999475?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/24800712909999475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=24800712909999475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/24800712909999475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/24800712909999475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/01/karen-day-wants-to-say.html' title='Karen Day wants to say'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3897272048118105954</id><published>2008-01-11T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T06:58:45.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>I received the word for the scripture challenge and it is "Faith".  I have asked for guidance in order to find the right scripture and idea to scrap.  So far I have searched and have not come up with a verse - have several that I have notated - but the one hasn't jumped out at me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did apply for the other apartment complex and was accepted so  I will be moving the weekend of the 26th.  I have started collecting boxes and will be packing every spare minute I have.  So if I don't post - that is why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3897272048118105954?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3897272048118105954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3897272048118105954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3897272048118105954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3897272048118105954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/01/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-6508939149141777640</id><published>2008-01-04T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:51:21.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Her Eat Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/R35gypt05JI/AAAAAAAAABE/VsBxAcCUphw/s1600-h/100_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151661447066215570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/R35gypt05JI/AAAAAAAAABE/VsBxAcCUphw/s320/100_0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/R35gNZt05II/AAAAAAAAAA8/dUdi4nHogYA/s1600-h/100_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151660807116088450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/R35gNZt05II/AAAAAAAAAA8/dUdi4nHogYA/s320/100_0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I worked on some of my scrapping projects. One of them was my youngest granddaughters first birthday party. She will be 2 on January 31st so I thought I should at least get her first birthday done before her 2nd! Can you say I am a little behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The left one is of the area we decorated. It turned colder than expected and couldn't have it in the yard so we decorated the neighbors porch. We hung tarps to block the wind.  The right side one is her eating her cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell - my scrapping style is simple.  I have tons of embellishments and have decided for many reasons that I will not buy anymore items until I use up some of the things I have.  The only thing allow is adhesives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6508939149141777640?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6508939149141777640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6508939149141777640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6508939149141777640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6508939149141777640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-her-eat-cake.html' title='Let Her Eat Cake'/><author><name>Denise</name><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/_VnGuK2rIvIQ/R35gypt05JI/AAAAAAAAABE/VsBxAcCUphw/s72-c/100_0246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281886925218425419.post-6461426247463105498</id><published>2008-01-03T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:58:34.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goals for 2008</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post my goals for 2008.  I started off with 5 and now have 6 that I really want to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Give God what is right – not what is left.  Set up a budget putting God first and working to pay off all debt by end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     Devote time every day for Gods word and communicating with God.  Tuning out every thing except his voice in this still time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     Stop letting other people decide my happiness.  Work on controlling my anger and be the type of person that is pleasing to God – Not Wal-Mart personnel or what ever career path I am lead down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.     Scrap the spiritual challenge on Faith Sisters plus work on back log of pictures.  Realize it is ok to toss some of them – because the memories will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     Strengthen my relationship with my family. Including re-locating and de-cluttering and making the residence a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.     Learn to be a better listener and more pro-active instead of re-active.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-6461426247463105498?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/6461426247463105498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=6461426247463105498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6461426247463105498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/6461426247463105498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-goals-for-2008.html' title='My Goals for 2008'/><author><name>Denise</name><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-7281886925218425419.post-3187859626558918424</id><published>2008-01-03T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:57:21.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>As we are leaving the year 2007 and entering the year 2008 - at the store we are starting to prepare for inventory. Counting the current stock - reducing holiday "leftovers", reports to be turned in and stats to be updated and inventory to be discontinued and returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am mentally preparing myself for these tasks, I thought to myself - why not apply the same prinicples in our life. What a perfect time to do it. Set aside some time to examine and evaluate not only our homes but also our "personal" lives. What needs to be discontinued - things causeing clutter in our lives - friends that bring you down, items in your home that you don't "love" and therefore are a chore to take care of, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was missing in 2007 that you want to be a part of 2008? More scrapbooking, going back to school, finding your sole mate, renewing your relationship with God (or whomever you worship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to set a minimum of 5 goals for this coming year. Record them on a index card and stick them in a place you will see them daily. I plan to put mine on my mirror, another copy in my bible, another next to the coffee pot and one in my car. These are places that I am on a daily basis and will continue to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having goals in front of you - instead of locked away in your brain - where others can see them - gives you an instant cheering squad and that will be a motivator. Feel free to post them here so we can support each other as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a successful - Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281886925218425419-3187859626558918424?l=daysez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/feeds/3187859626558918424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7281886925218425419&amp;postID=3187859626558918424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3187859626558918424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281886925218425419/posts/default/3187859626558918424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysez.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Denise</name><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>
