tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760108062058677722024-02-19T05:40:24.844-08:00Not too shabbyNot too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-24733948944975644402010-04-14T08:05:00.000-07:002010-04-14T08:12:47.133-07:00It's that time...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCxCK_7i9qagOOWJ_0eLMCfTmZ_l1l2VSRH2q65R2n7A3i40gghMT95RwUxLYL_1E6l157bqmjmKzgaMOM4CBFmRd-eiaPIYH8BhSmWl8pPL3jAPviTTgItVq5IuXzOrj1gLgPJ19slw/s1600/IMG_3059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCxCK_7i9qagOOWJ_0eLMCfTmZ_l1l2VSRH2q65R2n7A3i40gghMT95RwUxLYL_1E6l157bqmjmKzgaMOM4CBFmRd-eiaPIYH8BhSmWl8pPL3jAPviTTgItVq5IuXzOrj1gLgPJ19slw/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's that time of year again! The tides are right, the breeze is salty, and life is simple . Yes, it's Pine Island Time. I LOVE being on the boat with my hub enjoying God's beauty all around. There is something about feeling His peace in the middle of the ocean. (Well, not actually "the middle", and actually not even too far out, but you get the point). I love fishing. I've been fishing since I was a little girl and grown up with an father and brother who fished every moment they could (and still do). Then I married a man who now shares the same love :) It works out well when you and your spouse have a hobby that you enjoy together. Not the best picture below, but what do you expect when you wake a girl up at 5ish to get on the water. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">My sister and her family have spent the last week with us and the time went by way to fast. We laughed until we cried, we ate way too much, we stayed up late <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">critiquing</span> watching Dancing with the Stars, we shared our heart with each other, we watched cousins being best friends, we ordered cheese fries at Outback, shared makeup, talked about style (or in my case, lack of), hair coloring, and decorating. We compared everything from gray hair to cell phones. We talked about Jesus and heaven, and sinners and saints. We dreamed about living in the same town and the fun that we would have. As I grow older, I appreciate my "peanut-butter-sister-time" more with each visit. I enjoy watching my 4 lovely's playing with their cousins and seeing their friendships grow, too. Thank you, Jesus, for sisters...and for cousins. I am blessed- </span></div>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-18858547848549500062010-04-06T04:40:00.000-07:002010-04-06T04:40:10.208-07:00Dirty, little hands!Are these seriously my baby G's fingernails? I mean, gross! I definitely do not let my kids dig in the gross dirt in our back woods...well, maybe every<span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"> now and then </span> single day I do let them lose in the back woods to explore :) They're kids, right!?<br />
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</div>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-27804066607629593092010-03-10T12:10:00.000-08:002010-03-10T17:07:54.442-08:00Christmas in March!Much to my surprise, I opened the front door today to find this....<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Books, books, books! 23 in all. (And this is our second order of this quantity in just over a week). My girls are LOVING reading for the first time ever! You see, I grew up reading ONLY when I absolutely had to, and even then, skimming the books simply to get a report or assignment done...never by choice! Even today, I don't enjoy reading for pleasure by myself, but I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE reading to and with my kids! My hub and I have prayed many times that the Lord would give our children a love for reading and He has shown favor and answered our prayer. I am so blessed! Most of our books that we received today are about American pioneers and I am so excited to start this study with the girls tomorrow. I love that we have the freedom to homeschool and teach our children true history, science, and God's truths everyday...all day! For this, I am grateful! I'm also thankful for a husband that works hard to support our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">addiction</span> love and fascination for books. (We get 90% of our books from Christianbook.com and absolutely LOVE the books that they offer.) </div>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-37500438385588223622010-03-09T09:57:00.000-08:002010-03-09T11:20:05.184-08:00Multitude Monday (on Tuesday)<center><div style="text-align: auto;"><br />
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26. Laughing until you cry!<br />
27. Sweet-potato pancakes.<br />
28. Safe travels.<br />
29. Antique shopping in a new city.<br />
30. Rolling hills in the country.<br />
31. Playing "make-up" with my sisters :)<br />
32. Mints on my nightstand before bed. (Thank you, Jenna).<br />
33. Hearing God's truth and obeying His Word.<br />
34. Healing.<br />
35. Times of waiting.<br />
36. Starbucks white chocolate mochas.<br />
37. Brokenness.<br />
38. Joy in the morning.<br />
39. Homeschooling in our jammies.<br />
40. The extra long hug from my husband before he leaves for work.<br />
41. Piano music.<br />
42. The sound of giggling coming from upstairs. <br />
43. Reuniting with my kids after being gone for 4 days.<br />
44. Extra coupons in the Sunday paper.<br />
45. Sisters-in-Christ.<br />
46. A generous heart.<br />
47. Childlike faith.<br />
48. Hearing my 3 year old say, "Mommy, let's pray!"<br />
49. Laying my burdens down on the alter.<br />
50. A toothless blondie!<br />
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</div>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-60290118229415179682010-03-04T14:15:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:18:19.820-08:00I'm leaving on a jet plane.......<strike>don't know when I'll be back again</strike>. Actually, I'll be back in just a couple of days. Just a quick trip to Franklin, TN. I have just a couple of things on my agenda. One being to visit my sister and brother (and their families) and the second is to do a little small town shopping. Not the fancy shopping either! The downtown warehouse full of "treasures" kind of shopping. You know, those old shanty houses where the front door just might fall off when you enter. That's where you can find me this weekend. I am <strike>praying</strike> hoping that I find that one special shabby treasure that whispers in my ear, "Pick me, pick me". Maybe it will simply be a glass milk jug in an old rusty milk carrier or an old chippy (seriously, I know that's a word!) painted locker basket that I'll store my new Flea Market Style magazine in. <br />
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(If you haven't rushed out to get this magazine, there is no time like the present). But whatever it is I know it will be love at first sight! (Insert sarcasm here... "Oh, my hub will be so excited to have a new treasure for our home"...end of sarcasm) For some reason, my very large and overpopulated city that I call home, just doesn't have this kind of shopping, so I must go to other towns to find such "antiques" and I do use the word loosely! So, there you have it. I'm off to see my siblings who by the way are my best friends, and to find glass jugs.Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-52122398542508423442010-03-01T11:48:00.000-08:002010-03-01T11:48:03.373-08:00Giving thanks!<center><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"><img alt="holy experience" src="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/mondaybutton2.png" title="holy experience" /></a></center><center><br />
</center><center style="text-align: left;">Ever since I stumbled upon Ann Voskamp's at aholyexperience.com, I fell in love with not only her anointed words, but her attitude of thanksgiving in all things. She truly has a "heart spilling over with gratitude". Just as thanksgiving has changed Ann's life, I suspect it will change my life as well. Psalm 30:12 say "O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever". Won't you join me every Monday on my journey to 1000 thanksgivings and "taste and see that the Lord is good".</center><center style="text-align: left;"><br />
</center><center style="text-align: left;">1. Salvation to a sinner such as me!</center><center style="text-align: left;">2. My God-fearing husband.</center><center style="text-align: left;">3. Sweet first child with a sensitive heart and quiet spirit.</center><center style="text-align: left;">4. Energetic second child with a boldness for Christ!</center><center style="text-align: left;">5. Low key third child with a heart of gold and a need for hugs!</center><center style="text-align: left;">6. Crazy, fun, and funny fourth child who loves Jeremiah 29:11. </center><center style="text-align: left;">7. Scripture!</center><center style="text-align: left;">8. The sound of my washing machine breaking the silence of all 4 children napping.</center><center style="text-align: left;">9. Worship!</center><center style="text-align: left;">10. Flip flops in the winter.</center><center style="text-align: left;">11. Picket fences.</center><center style="text-align: left;">12. Sunny, blue skies!</center><center style="text-align: left;">13. My 3 year old learning to swing on her own today. Ahh...the joy, the freedom!</center><center style="text-align: left;">14. Early morning prayers with my husband before the sun comes up.</center><center style="text-align: left;">15. Fresh, clean sheets on the beds.</center><center style="text-align: left;">16. The smell of lilac.</center><center style="text-align: left;">17. Forgiveness!</center><center style="text-align: left;">18. The freedom to homeschool.</center><center style="text-align: left;">19. Old friends from college!</center><center style="text-align: left;">20. Memories of family vacations as a child.</center><center style="text-align: left;">21. Siblings who are also your best friends.</center><center style="text-align: left;">22. Flats fishing with my husband.</center><center style="text-align: left;">23. The smell of the salt water. </center><center style="text-align: left;">24. A warm breeze on my face.</center><center style="text-align: left;">25. The brilliant colors that God created.</center><center style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</center>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-16694018227238291472010-02-27T17:07:00.000-08:002010-02-27T17:55:28.100-08:00Ephesians 5:33<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Each one of you also must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband."</span> So my hub and I went to a Love and Respect Seminar this weekend given by the renown Dr. Emerson Eggerichs. The tickets were a given to us as a Christmas gift from my family. I have to start by saying that hub and I were less than excited to spend the weekend away from the kids and at a seminar, none the less! Boring with a capital B! Boy, were we wrong. It was an amazing time of teaching, learning, laughing, and growing. Although I have never struggled with respecting my husband (mainly because he is an amazing man of God, the spiritual leader in our home, a man of integrity, a hard worker, kind, loving, gentle, a great father, provider, and protector...okay, you get the point) I still learned a ton about the sanctity of marriage and how extremely different the Lord wired man and woman. I am still trying to wrap my mind around everything I learned. I feel so blessed to be married to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">my</span> man and although we've hit bumps in the road (and will hit many more in our years) we have one common goal and that is to glorify God through our marriage. I pray that my girls will marry a man just like their daddy one day, and that my boy will love his wife just as his daddy has loved me! I pray that our marriage will leave a legacy for our children to follow one day! <div><br /></div><div>I am blessed-</div>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176010806205867772.post-13620667752432363202010-02-25T18:27:00.000-08:002010-02-25T19:25:39.368-08:00Blogger anxietyOkay, so here goes nothing. I'm officially going from a faithful blog stalker to a blogger! I said it would NEVER happen, that I would never blog! And this is exactly why...I have blogger anxiety! I'm not a great writer, my spelling is terrible, I should be folding laundry right now, and I'm not even sure what all I will blog about. Maybe I'll blog about homeschooling our awesome kids, maybe my amazing husband who loves me more than I deserve. Perhaps I'll share my love of Shabby Chic and cottage style anything, or my love of a good thrift store find! I'll definitely blog about Jesus and my journey to know Him more. But for whatever reason, I'm jumping on the blog bandwagon. And maybe, just maybe, I'll discover that I enjoy it. But for right now, I must admit, I'm just a bit out of my comfort zone. <div><br /></div><div>Until next time-</div>Not too shabbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04780193578824703908noreply@blogger.com3