<?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-24845007</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:01:20.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying For Baby Nabors</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4400133660342714612</id><published>2008-10-09T12:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:25:30.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hubby's Day!</title><content type='html'>I have to admit.  When Nabors and I were first dating, I didn't like it one bit that his birthday was the same month as mine.  (not to mention that it was only two days away from mine).  As the years pass, I am learning to enjoy that we get to celebrate both of us so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is my hubby's day!  I wish I could shower him with gifts and parties, but we are budgeted and unable to do that.  Growing up, he didn't have the elaborate birthdays that I was given, and I want that for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear hubby deserves the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I love you, and I wish I could give you your heart's desires, but all I have is my heart, and it is yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Nabors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-4400133660342714612?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4400133660342714612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4400133660342714612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4400133660342714612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4400133660342714612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-hubbys-day.html' title='My Hubby&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8025508857209684948</id><published>2008-10-06T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:10:23.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man I Adore!</title><content type='html'>My grandaddy turns 94 today!  I can not even imagine being 94.  He is a joy in my life, and I am blessed to know him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking of all the reasons why I adore my grandaddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;he has been the stability in our family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he always has a story to tell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves his family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is crazy about my sister, brother, and I&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is stern when he needs to be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves to have a neat and tidy yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we have always shared our birthday month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he fought hard in WWII&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves my grandmother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his marriage has lasted 64 years&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he sings fun, little songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is crazy about his great grandsons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is a successful businessman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is a loving father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he consistently gives compliments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he loves to tell about his family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is proud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is unique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is a blessing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and he is all ours!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8025508857209684948?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8025508857209684948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8025508857209684948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8025508857209684948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8025508857209684948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-i-adore.html' title='The Man I Adore!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6300228216908530191</id><published>2008-10-01T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:55:13.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Month</title><content type='html'>This month is birthday month at our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have lots of posts this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7482580034295711972?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7482580034295711972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7482580034295711972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7482580034295711972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7482580034295711972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/08/slow-fade.html' title='Slow Fade'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-481371838595026545</id><published>2008-08-14T16:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:29:23.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSfGwpkDuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/6EQLEFEY4uo/s1600-h/Galveston+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483605398621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSfGwpkDuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/6EQLEFEY4uo/s800/Galveston+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234484229184029794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSfrEbmBGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/rjFy3T3waZ0/s400/Galveston+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabs and I just got home yesterday from an amazing vacation. My sweet husband planned the whole thing. He budgeted, made the reservations, and swept me away to one of our favorite cities - Galveston. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483610171958370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSfHCbnZGI/AAAAAAAAAxs/7E6Jlqj_awc/s800/Galveston+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This time, we didn't go fancy. We went. That is all...we went. We walked on the beach and found fun sea glass (a new hobby of ours). We went and ate at local places that were quite unique and different. We rested, and we laughed! In fact, I don't know when we have enjoyed each other this much! We get so busy when we walk into our "normal" lives that it was awesome to get away and have each other all to ourselves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483284133178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSe0D16auI/AAAAAAAAAxE/_SdaHyjbH1E/s800/Galveston+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483287847463746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSe0Rrd60I/AAAAAAAAAxU/A3jUQeWfd28/s800/Galveston+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483290979518722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSe0dWNSQI/AAAAAAAAAxc/KlHShzVq2CE/s400/Galveston+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for blessing me with a husband who loves you, and shows me daily how precious You are to him! Thank you for giving us wonderful memories, and pictures to remember. You are mighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234483282909309042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSez_SHqHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/yO7yI1lKCUU/s400/Galveston+1.jpg" border="0" /&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/24845007-481371838595026545?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/481371838595026545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=481371838595026545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/481371838595026545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/481371838595026545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-blessing.html' title='What a blessing!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SKSfGwpkDuI/AAAAAAAAAxk/6EQLEFEY4uo/s72-c/Galveston+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-2731221679167668597</id><published>2008-07-26T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:14:01.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have GOT to See This!</title><content type='html'>Mom, Kristen and I went to the movie last night, and I totally forgot how much I love going to the theater.  It was so much fun!  We laughed so hard!  We went to see Mamma Mia!  I can not begin to tell you how much I absolutely loved this movie!  It cracked me up, and I am a HUGE ABBA fan so it was awesome!  I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzhxHsqQvsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzhxHsqQvsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-2731221679167668597?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/2731221679167668597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=2731221679167668597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2731221679167668597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2731221679167668597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-have-got-to-see-this.html' title='You Have GOT to See This!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3390192670783324196</id><published>2008-07-24T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:41:50.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clarification</title><content type='html'>I wrote the past post about not being where I had imagined after &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/2008/07/change_in_plans.html"&gt;reading this &lt;/a&gt;one of Pioneer Woman's posts.  I am in no way depressed or upset or longing really.  I was just reflecting.  I love to reflect.  It helps me remember where I have come from, how mighty God's hand is, and how awesome are His ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3390192670783324196?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3390192670783324196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3390192670783324196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3390192670783324196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3390192670783324196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/07/clarification.html' title='A Clarification'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4481685720856762323</id><published>2008-07-22T14:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:45:36.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/07/papyrus.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; is amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-4481685720856762323?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4481685720856762323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4481685720856762323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4481685720856762323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4481685720856762323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/07/must-read.html' title='Must Read!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3578139805538871497</id><published>2008-07-21T07:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:33:31.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Process...</title><content type='html'>I am trying to decide what to do with this blog.  I have tried to highlight important things happening in my world, but there aren't any.  It is the same day after day...nothing changes.  So, I have really been praying about my reason for being here.  Actually, I have been praying about my reason for being anywhere.  It has been another summer of discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the summer.  I feel so empowered to work on myself and the world around me.  During the school year, I feel so distracted and scattered.  When summer hits, I really get the chance to stop, refocus (or try to) and put in great effort to make me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who am I today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I am a princess with a mighty King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I a wife who needs to daily stay in scripture to accept my mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I am a sister who is blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I am a grateful daughter and granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I am an aunt who is in love with my nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are great things, but honestly, I am a broken woman with longings that I have to daily take to my King because without Him, I can not even get up out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am not where I thought I would be at 35.  My dream when I was growing up was to be an architect in a big city, living in a fancy apartment, and I did not want to have children.  I blew that one with bad choices in college and the inability to compete in the world of architecture. (I wasn't as good as I wanted to be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my dream started to change.  As I started working as a teacher, I started dreaming of a husband, a house and a family.  Some of that came true, and some of that hasn't.  Reflection is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  Where did you see yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3578139805538871497?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3578139805538871497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3578139805538871497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3578139805538871497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3578139805538871497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-process.html' title='In A Process...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-921808178265806317</id><published>2008-06-06T14:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:58:48.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is finished!</title><content type='html'>AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to school, turned in my keys, laughed with some friends, shut my classroom door one last time during the 07-08 school year, pulled into my neighborhood, and settled in the plastic chaise lounge that will be my friend for the next two and half months.  The sun was out, the water was cold, and this ole' girl was (and is) praisen Jesus that the year is finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the kids...the ones I fell in love with, the ones who worked every ounce of my patience, and the ones I didn't really get to know.  I pray they saw Jesus in the way I walked, talked, solved math problems, and laughed at my mistakes.  Oh, I pray that  each memory they take from the past 10 months brings glory to You, precious Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-921808178265806317?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/921808178265806317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=921808178265806317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/921808178265806317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/921808178265806317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-finished.html' title='It is finished!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3023825541440721906</id><published>2008-05-22T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:40:28.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>Nabs woke me up this morning with the news of the Chapman family.  If you haven't read it, please go &lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Though we have never personally met Steven, Mary Beth and the family,  we feel like they are family.  I grew up singing along with Steven.  As Nabs and I entered the China phase of our adoption, the Chapman's story became near and dear to our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have rejoiced over their adoptions...and today...we morn with them over their loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love on those around you.  We are only here for a moment, and only God knows just how long that moment will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy and Most Precious Father,  Thank you for the blessings of children and family and love.  Help us to remember that eventhough these things are only ours for a blink,  they are yours for eternity!  Thank you for your mighty power and unstoppable ways.  We lift up the Chapmans to you, Lord.  Hold them in your mighty hands and love them through this tough time.  Thank you for always being near...especially when the tears of sorrow fall.  We love you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3023825541440721906?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3023825541440721906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3023825541440721906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3023825541440721906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3023825541440721906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/05/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3085999693375135664</id><published>2008-04-24T19:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T19:50:05.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roses Are Blooming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When Nabs and I bought our house, my Aunt Linda gave us some money as a housewarming gift. We decided to plant roses in our back yard because we wanted to have something that constantly reminded us of God's continuous blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Valentine's Day (or around that time), I cut them down to the very core of the plant. Then, as spring unfolds, we absolutely LOVE watching them grow into amazing flowers that fill our home with a beautiful scent. Last night, I went an cut a couple before the rains came. This is our first flower of the season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SBEqbMbDoWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4TLgtRtcLCE/s1600-h/rose+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192978492014436706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SBEqbMbDoWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4TLgtRtcLCE/s800/rose+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24845007-3085999693375135664?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3085999693375135664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3085999693375135664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3085999693375135664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3085999693375135664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/04/roses-are-blooming.html' title='The Roses Are Blooming'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/SBEqbMbDoWI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4TLgtRtcLCE/s72-c/rose+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-2902007550116258592</id><published>2008-03-24T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:57:14.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Blog</title><content type='html'>I have been adding lots of fun stuff on my &lt;a href="http://mandynaborsphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;photography blog&lt;/a&gt;.  I haven't said much about it, but I am LOVING working on it.  I am also loving learning new stuff about my camera and photoshop.  It is all too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check it out and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Marvelous Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-2902007550116258592?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/2902007550116258592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=2902007550116258592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2902007550116258592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2902007550116258592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/photography-blog.html' title='Photography Blog'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3784083369286080085</id><published>2008-03-23T19:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:51:40.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Designs</title><content type='html'>God's beauty is breathtaking.  The colors, the splendor, and the sheer perfection in each flower perfectly exhibit God's creativity and amazing eye for detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved to be in nature.  It is the one place where I feel the amazing presence of my Heavenly Father.  Saturday, Nabs and I spent the day at the Arboretum.  I knew it would be a perfect day, but I was blessed more than I ever expected.  The tulips are my absolute favorite and they were displaying God's glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time with an amazing couple, and we got a chance to worship God's glory in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfection, sheer perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5nypLK1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/SCYBZstyGL8/s1600-h/aged+tulip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102883341019986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5nypLK1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/SCYBZstyGL8/s400/aged+tulip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KSpLKvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/siAhDeBTSOg/s1600-h/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102376534878962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KSpLKvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/siAhDeBTSOg/s400/141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KSpLKwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NREhj4gmBiE/s1600-h/166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102376534878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KSpLKwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NREhj4gmBiE/s400/166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KipLKxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7aX6wR-aUYI/s1600-h/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102380829846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KipLKxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/7aX6wR-aUYI/s400/171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KypLKyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/twVJzLbJRWs/s1600-h/249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102385124813602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5KypLKyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/twVJzLbJRWs/s400/249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5LCpLKzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/AMgsbjJ1rQo/s1600-h/251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102389419780914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5LCpLKzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/AMgsbjJ1rQo/s400/251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102879046052674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5nipLK0I/AAAAAAAAAfs/_Cv20wX4_Ew/s400/291.jpg" border="0" /&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/24845007-3784083369286080085?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3784083369286080085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3784083369286080085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3784083369286080085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3784083369286080085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-designs.html' title='God&apos;s Designs'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R-b5nypLK1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/SCYBZstyGL8/s72-c/aged+tulip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1785702762287913324</id><published>2008-03-21T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:04:13.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's How Much I Love You</title><content type='html'>I was having my own personal praise service today while I basked in the spring sun. I have a great love for the music of &lt;a href="http://www.kathytroccoli.com/home.asp"&gt;Kathy Troccoli&lt;/a&gt;. Comfort is one of my favorite cds. So, there I was soaking in the rays of God's goodness while Kathy sang. Then, this song came on. It is called &lt;a href="https://win05.startlogic.com/kathytro/media/comfort/01ThatsHowMuchILoveYou-clip.mov"&gt;"That's How Much I Love You"&lt;/a&gt;. It makes my soul sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it all again if I had to&lt;br /&gt;To show you what you really mean to Me&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you&lt;br /&gt;I hung on the cross so you wouldn't have to&lt;br /&gt;I made a way to set your spirit free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I want you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave up my own life that you might live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how much I want you to see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are My child and you mean so much to Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you the stars&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the moon, yes I went that far&lt;br /&gt;So no matter where you go you think of Me&lt;br /&gt;The mountains fair&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful oceans are there&lt;br /&gt;To remind you that I can satisfy your every need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;What song makes your soul sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1785702762287913324?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1785702762287913324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1785702762287913324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1785702762287913324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1785702762287913324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/thats-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s How Much I Love You'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1396797331349712956</id><published>2008-03-20T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:00:29.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me Some Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love Spring Break.  I have gotten the chance to spend time with my mom and visit with my grandparents (and no I didn't take any pictures, and I am just sick that I didn't!).  Mom had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt; appointment so she came and stayed a couple of days.  It was nice, and as always, Nabs was precious with my mom.  I love my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten to meet with a new client to build another web page.  TOO Exciting!  I also have SO much work to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures and the trip to the arboretum will happen in the next couple of days depending on the weather.  I am so excited!  Tulips are my absolute favorite flower, and I will be surrounded by them out there.  WAHOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am not sure what will get done today.  I have some stuff to do around the house, and I think I may take a trip to Fry's Electronics.  Sounds like a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Spring Break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1396797331349712956?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1396797331349712956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1396797331349712956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1396797331349712956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1396797331349712956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-me-some-spring-break.html' title='Love Me Some Spring Break'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1962372840675336670</id><published>2008-03-15T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:46:22.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, I love those two words!  We (my kiddos and I) were so ready for that three o'clock bell to ring yesterday!  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; time for a break.  I was worn smooth out, and the idea of a week away from 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders sounds lovely (and much needed)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a week of adventure, exploration, documentation, and reflection ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, seriously, who am I kidding?  My most adventurous moment will be driving to the &lt;a href="http://www.dallasarboretum.org/"&gt;Arboretum&lt;/a&gt; to sit amongst the tulips with my Canon thanking our Creator for his amazing creativity, the ability to witness it each spring, and capture it in my camera.  Seriously, it is truly breathtaking.  I will have some pictures to show you ....probably next weekend.  Nabs and I have gone a couple of times when we lived in Dallas.  However, since moving out of the hustle and bustle, it has been a while.  This trip is sure to be the highlight of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don't have a whole lot planned.  I am sure I will blog, take some pictures, try to get some stuff done around the house, and I would like to set aside some time to be creative.  It has been a while since I have done any stamping or card making, and I am missing my sister pretty badly...so, I want to get a card off to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious week!  I am so thankful for the chance to slow down and enjoy what God has so graciously given Nabs and me.  Check back...it could be an interesting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Happy SPRING BREAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1962372840675336670?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1962372840675336670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1962372840675336670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1962372840675336670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1962372840675336670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5516089419013665521</id><published>2008-03-07T11:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:17:02.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wears White</title><content type='html'>Got out yesterday and took some shots. I have also been playing around more with Photoshop lately. So, I have added a fun copyright and changed these all around. TOO fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F3mRql8TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/20GyaTNYSgI/s1600-h/our+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048946286194994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F3mRql8TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/20GyaTNYSgI/s320/our+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F3mxql8UI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P-yDsqm5Wm0/s1600-h/old+barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048954876129602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F3mxql8UI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/P-yDsqm5Wm0/s320/old+barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F20xql8OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CwogBsdItaY/s1600-h/Snow+One.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048095882670306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F20xql8OI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CwogBsdItaY/s320/Snow+One.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F21xql8PI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oTKHoybBPD4/s1600-h/Snow+Two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048113062539506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F21xql8PI/AAAAAAAAAZo/oTKHoybBPD4/s320/Snow+Two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F22Bql8QI/AAAAAAAAAZw/shBLZccdeRk/s1600-h/Snow+Three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048117357506818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F22Bql8QI/AAAAAAAAAZw/shBLZccdeRk/s320/Snow+Three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F22hql8RI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mgqC_XpKhOw/s1600-h/our+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048125947441426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F22hql8RI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mgqC_XpKhOw/s320/our+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F23Bql8SI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L8-l4ilCxOU/s1600-h/our+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175048134537376034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F23Bql8SI/AAAAAAAAAaA/L8-l4ilCxOU/s320/our+street.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24845007-5516089419013665521?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5516089419013665521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5516089419013665521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5516089419013665521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5516089419013665521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-wears-white.html' title='Winter Wears White'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R9F3mRql8TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/20GyaTNYSgI/s72-c/our+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1685646636145646983</id><published>2008-03-02T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:37:53.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hideous Just Hideous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHjZZnJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Mn9wWvI56JU/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173307270404450130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHjZZnJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Mn9wWvI56JU/s320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a new love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I adore them. However, Nabs seems to think they are "Hideous" (to quote him exactly). However, that hasn't kept my heart from falling hard for these little beauties. My love for them goes back to my precious days at A&amp;amp;M. I was a Fish Camp Counselor, and some friends of mine and I got maroon ones because we were in love with everything maroon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been years, but our love affair was rekindled this past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173307261814515490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHi5ZnJyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Yx8WbtfHc5U/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them. I love that they have them in my size 11 shoes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173307266109482818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHjJZnJ0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/i7cbg7XboO4/s320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love that I can find any of the designs that I like in MY size. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love seeing them peeking out of my jeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173307274699417442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHjpZnJ2I/AAAAAAAAAYg/kGwm3BwwwEs/s320/027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also adore that there is now a CONVERSE outlet store in Allen! I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173307266109482802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHjJZnJzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_4XTwCPyA2I/s320/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, judge me if you must, but I am in love with hideous shoes!&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/24845007-1685646636145646983?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1685646636145646983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1685646636145646983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1685646636145646983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1685646636145646983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/03/hideous-just-hideous.html' title='Hideous Just Hideous'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R8tHjZZnJ1I/AAAAAAAAAYY/Mn9wWvI56JU/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3598305457715658585</id><published>2008-02-23T16:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:47:13.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Ambition</title><content type='html'>Today I officially went back to the world of blondes. I am embracing the glories of summer, tans, and freedom from work, school, deadlines, and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took four boxes, but that in itself is for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just keeping you up to date on the condition of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you were all worried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no I am not posting a picture because......well, ....because.....well because it is my blog, and I don't have to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3598305457715658585?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3598305457715658585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3598305457715658585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3598305457715658585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3598305457715658585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/blonde-ambition.html' title='Blonde Ambition'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3355786734064794301</id><published>2008-02-21T20:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:37:53.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tanner Bob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R741MDV2b1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZAUKp5hIVLI/s1600-h/Tanner+eating+cake-+muted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169627903439564626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R741MDV2b1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZAUKp5hIVLI/s320/Tanner+eating+cake-+muted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is this little guy's second birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things about You at Two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you wrap your little hand around Aunt Mandy's neck when you hug&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you are learning so many words&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you go straight to Meme when you go in her house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you think your big brother has the best ideas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you make the same hand gestures as your mommy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you are crazy about your mommy and daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you love spi-da-man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you are growing so fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you are one of my best buddies, and I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3355786734064794301?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3355786734064794301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3355786734064794301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3355786734064794301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3355786734064794301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-tanner-bob.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tanner Bob!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R741MDV2b1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZAUKp5hIVLI/s72-c/Tanner+eating+cake-+muted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3188882441853949789</id><published>2008-02-17T20:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T20:30:22.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me Challenge.....Blog &amp; Scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>I found this &lt;a href="http://www.thisismejournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; tonight. They post a new topic every Monday and Thursday for you to blog about yourself. I am going to start tomorrow. I hope some of you will join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually very excited. I have been ultra inspired lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is so blog candy of my latest creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A new "N" for the house&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168138980011962162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7jrBTV2bzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/GgYVU8PSeKg/s320/Another+N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some framed scripture to cling to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168138984306929474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7jrBjV2b0I/AAAAAAAAAXw/GS8zLX4FuOc/s320/Framed+Verse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A new Acrylic called: Pure Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168138971422027554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7jrAzV2byI/AAAAAAAAAXg/X18ljys4SJc/s320/+pure+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3188882441853949789?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3188882441853949789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3188882441853949789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3188882441853949789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3188882441853949789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-me-challengeblog-scrapbooking.html' title='This is Me Challenge.....Blog &amp; Scrapbooking'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7jrBTV2bzI/AAAAAAAAAXo/GgYVU8PSeKg/s72-c/Another+N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8362978407720111138</id><published>2008-02-16T09:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:36:34.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband!</title><content type='html'>Oh, guys! God really blew my socks off with this one. I prayed for years for a man who would love Jesus, love me, love my family, make me laugh, and be mine all mine. What a huge prayer! No wonder it took 29 years for God to bring us together. &lt;em&gt;(actually, that is the short, sweet, condensed prayer...my actual prayer for my husband was huge, and got longer as the years and boys went by!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, here we are! My guy is all I could ever hope for and more. He is so much more than I thought I wanted. So much more than I thought I would ever need.  God is so gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167601245811535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cB9DV2bwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KJjkpTg_1A4/s320/Uncle+Jason%27s+Hats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my guy!  Sharing his silly ways with our nephews.  They love him....they think Munkle J. is so funny!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167601254401470226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cB9jV2bxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/tX-keJJSzSI/s320/Uncle+Jason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, Nabs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8362978407720111138?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8362978407720111138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8362978407720111138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8362978407720111138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8362978407720111138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-husband.html' title='My Husband!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cB9DV2bwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KJjkpTg_1A4/s72-c/Uncle+Jason%27s+Hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5069769757246550318</id><published>2008-02-15T16:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:27:39.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays are the BEST!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, the precious word! J. and I absolutely love Friday! It holds so much potential. Last Friday took us to Lubbock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167588068851871282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b1-DV2bjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3W7MeflLmo8/s320/the+road+to+lubbock.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I love road trips. It is a great time of fellowship with J. and Jesus. We sang praise songs and dodged wild animals. We counted 23 deer (we started counting after we had seen a whole herd of them and we are convinced that there were thousands just standing in the shadows watching us drive). We saw this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167589310097419842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b3GTV2bkI/AAAAAAAAAVw/5i2BwEX6Tk4/s320/wild+pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is the smaller of the two wild pigs that we saw. The larger one was HUGE! I didn't have my camera close, or I would show you. J. freaked when we saw the big one because he, brother-in-law, and some friends of our have been hog hunting. He had NO idea just how big and vicious hogs could look. I think he has had a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole goal of the Friday drive was to see these guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167591960092241490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b5gjV2blI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Qm52463JYOU/s320/my+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such sweet guys! We had a party full of cake, friends, and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167596263649472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b9bDV2boI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/LRu7-RD1Jqo/s320/tucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singing Happy Birthday....Tuck liked the attention!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167596246469602914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b9aDV2bmI/AAAAAAAAAWA/OGwXg4SbA_s/s320/Rowdy+and+Tucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tucker and Rowdy diging in...well, Tuck is diging into the transformers that were on the cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167596255059537522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b9ajV2bnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fGUnzLGhMlY/s320/Tanner+eating+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tanner really likes sweets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167599497759846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cAXTV2bvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uQwnqYxwoDw/s320/Ariel+and+Tucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167596272239406738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b9bjV2bpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uOQJCivk5_s/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sweet Cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friends and playing at the party:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167596276534374050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b9bzV2bqI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GMUe9rE10t4/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167599471990042290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cAVzV2brI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vDrBgBr6gwE/s320/presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167599480579976898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cAWTV2bsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f3ytmO5KYN4/s320/Cash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167599493464878818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cAXDV2buI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XWRAMt_jL-k/s320/Some+Serious+playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167599484874944210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7cAWjV2btI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6YlpWZVn39A/s320/cash+on+the+trampoline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5069769757246550318?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5069769757246550318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5069769757246550318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5069769757246550318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5069769757246550318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/fridays-are-best.html' title='Fridays are the BEST!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R7b1-DV2bjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/3W7MeflLmo8/s72-c/the+road+to+lubbock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5375046117557322448</id><published>2008-02-14T20:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:36:45.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>I laugh when I think back over past Valentine's Days.  There were years that I hated this holiday.  The purely pink, romantic mess would make me want to hurl at couples because I was so lost in my own self induced pity party.  I was sad over unmet expectations or missing out on having a boyfriend, etc.  I was angry at the thought that I wasn't chosen again for a special Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Valentine's Day, when I was in the 5th grade, I was longing to be a chosen girl with a special gift.  After school, I went back into my darkened elementary school classroom to slip a candy filled heart in my sack.  I looked forward to the next day and pretending that someone had chosen me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the kids would wonder who it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing about this story is that I don't remember the next day.  Maybe I blocked it out because the kids were mean, maybe I don't remember because I got too carried away with the festivities to make a big deal out of my valentine,  maybe knowing there was something special in my sack was enough or maybe the taste of the chocolate candy wiped away all of my longings for a moment. Who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that I was that little girl longing to be chosen.  You girls know what I mean.  Even if you were noticed in some way by someone, there was a time when you longed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I still long.  Today, my longing is that when I feel insignificant and want to be "chosen" I remember I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am chosen!  I am worth more than chocolate, flowers, or sonnets.  Jesus has chosen me.  Wow!  Let me tell you that is quite a big valentine for this chunky, unpopular girl to unwrap.   Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch my 4th graders discover the popular ones, the "loved" ones, the handsome ones, ....all of the worldly titles.  I want to scream....hey, hey, hey......yes, you....little one over there who wants to be noticed....Jesus loves you!  Jesus' valentine will last forever, and it keeps on giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer is that all looking for love, assurance and acceptance will see Jesus this Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5375046117557322448?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5375046117557322448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5375046117557322448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5375046117557322448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5375046117557322448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7119901613720912542</id><published>2008-02-10T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:05:57.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, Bubba!</title><content type='html'>One of the most amazing things about being a sibling is getting to see my brother and sister meet their goals and succeed. It has be a joy throughout our lives to celebrate the highs that God has so graciously given our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an older sister, I also get to brag. So, I am going to take a minute to tell you about the cutest brother anyone could have. He is truly amazing! This weekend, he celebrated with his 100th win as a high school soccer coach. He is such an inspiration to those boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba, I am beaming! Thank you for blessing me with your humor, your struggles, and especially your successes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165474670064332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R69z2DV2biI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KhQbrlAHyL8/s320/bubba.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* picture provided by his adorable wife*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7119901613720912542?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7119901613720912542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7119901613720912542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7119901613720912542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7119901613720912542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/congratulations-bubba.html' title='Congratulations, Bubba!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R69z2DV2biI/AAAAAAAAAVg/KhQbrlAHyL8/s72-c/bubba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-231946639797115857</id><published>2008-02-08T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:31:20.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R6zWii-e6xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-RfLYqsqMig/s1600-h/retouched+Tucker+%26+Duke+with+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164738761679891218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R6zWii-e6xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-RfLYqsqMig/s400/retouched+Tucker+%26+Duke+with+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was Tucker's 4th birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I adore about you, buddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you smile with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still think Aunt Mandy is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my best buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like to include me in being a power ranger - I think I am an orange one right now&lt;br /&gt;(and we all know that is a big heart because the thought of me in the costume is a bit scary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your laugh is infectious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love your mommy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have taught me that bad guys need naps, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my swimming buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are so excited about school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sometimes like to tell me about your day on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are one of my best buddies, and I love you!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-231946639797115857?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/231946639797115857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=231946639797115857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/231946639797115857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/231946639797115857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-buddy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Buddy!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R6zWii-e6xI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-RfLYqsqMig/s72-c/retouched+Tucker+%26+Duke+with+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7090492088449593738</id><published>2008-01-29T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:30:09.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have always loved to make things, and God has been amazingly faithful to put creative people in my life that challenge and encourage me. I thought today I would showcase some of these precious people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunts are both amazingly creative. They have been a constant blessing of creativity. Honestly, I didn't know that having people around me who are creative was a blessing. But be sure it most certainly is! They make me want to be a better me!! (Hokey, I know, but oh so true!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One creative soul near and dear to my heart is &lt;a href="http://vintagecowgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sister&lt;/a&gt;! I couldn't do life without my sister, and she loves to be creative, too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt;, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; keep her blog up, *ahem* (clearing my throat), she is amazingly creative. She makes the most amazing crosses, t-shirts, necklaces, blankets made out of children's clothes, etc. She is awesome, and she is my sister. Makes a girl proud I tell ya!  ( I will post some pictures of her creations soon...promise!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasonandmallory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mallory&lt;/a&gt; is a friend of mine who is a gifted photographer! She is amazing, and she taught herself. She is one of the most gracious, creative people I have ever met. She sees the beauty in everything, and her passion comes through her photography.   However, she is an awesome artist with all mediums. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt; a blessing!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mallorykriegerphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160997608941873730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R5-L-y-e6kI/AAAAAAAAATw/wOqpjSeWqV0/s320/theknotonlinelogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another friend who always has a smile and a new idea is Shel. (I think it is not a coincidence that she has the same name as one of my Aunts....seriously, God is good!) Shel amazes me. I love going and hanging out with her because I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; inspired to go do something creative when I leave her house. She really has a gift of making fun stuff. Check out her &lt;a href="http://laughalongwithme.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;! She says she isn't a seamstress, but I beg to differ. Just look at these adorable bibs she made! The girl's got it going on!&lt;a href="http://laughalongwithme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160997200919980594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R5-LnC-e6jI/AAAAAAAAATo/vawtMDqN-cM/s320/shelly%27s+bibs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are others, seriously, there are so many!  I just want to do praise dancing for all of the amazing talent God so graciously gives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all rock my socks off!!!  I love you!&lt;br /&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/24845007-7090492088449593738?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7090492088449593738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7090492088449593738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7090492088449593738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7090492088449593738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/01/creative-people.html' title='Creative People'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R5-L-y-e6kI/AAAAAAAAATw/wOqpjSeWqV0/s72-c/theknotonlinelogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-383827731134119782</id><published>2008-01-01T07:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:54:46.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Wild, People!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it!  I am happy to report that J. and I were wide awake to watch "Big D on NYE".   Let me just say, we sat there with our mouths wide open at how horrible the commentating was on it.  Embarrassing, simply embarrassing!  Anyway, Victory Plaza looked good....I just can not get over the fact that they cut away from Fergie singing in Hollywood to Dale Hanson complaining about Cross Canadian Ragweed...seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we celebrated because if you know our actual bed time (8:30 LOL), then you will surely understand that this is a sign that this is going to be a year of truly amazing feats!  I can't wait to see where God leads us next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-383827731134119782?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/383827731134119782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=383827731134119782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/383827731134119782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/383827731134119782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-wild-people.html' title='We&apos;re Wild, People!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-79613452996075747</id><published>2007-12-31T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:09:52.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is cleaned up, packed up, put up, and vaccumed up.</title><content type='html'>Growing up, I always felt such sadness at seeing the lights come down.  I do have to admit it still makes my heart ache a little to see all of the dark houses again.  However, in my house, it feels so exhilarating to get everything up and clean and fresh again.  New hopes and dreams start to fill the nooks and crannies of the house where trees, decorations and wrapping once stood.  The house is light and airy and ready for 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today, on the last day of 2007, I feel a need to recap ...so stick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  J. and I have had a rough season this holiday, but we are stronger!  AMEN for stronger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  Sister, Dub and their boys (whom we absolutely adore) moved "home" for a season.  We were able to pray together, cry together, laugh uncontrollably together, and do life together.  We are not sure where 2008 will lead them, but we are amazingly thankful for the time of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  J. was diagnosed with yet another reason why 2008 has got to be the year of health for our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Wonderful friends and family came to our house...can I just tell you how much I love having people over.  Last night, we were telling the story again about how God put us in this house, and I will forever stand amazed.  Today, I walked through asking myself and praising God for His precious gift!  When we were in the process of buying it, we prayed that it would be used to bring Him glory.  It is amazing what a blessing it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  We got to spend another year with my grandparents....blessing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on....we have so much to be thankful for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the new year, I pray we will be in His presence every moment, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt; His will for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-79613452996075747?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/79613452996075747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=79613452996075747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/79613452996075747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/79613452996075747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-cleaned-up-packed-up-put-up-and.html' title='It is cleaned up, packed up, put up, and vaccumed up.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6318870606806724078</id><published>2007-12-28T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:46:41.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Moment</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched someone go back in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother will be 85 in a couple of days. My Meme is a mess. She is fiesty, bossy, and simply precious. She got a couple of comfortable outfits for Christmas. We asked her to try them on because she has lost an enormous amount of weight, and we wanted to make sure they didn't fall off of her. I have to admit it makes me tear up just to think how daring and vivacious she was when she came in, threw down her cane, and posed for the camera. At that moment, I saw the young vibrant woman that has influenced my sister and I. I love her so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Meme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149034894882488994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UL9MWPwqI/AAAAAAAAATI/yTB5ZM9Hz3M/s320/122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now you just have to admit that the foot out to the side makes this outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149034899177456306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UL9cWPwrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Z9f9m8BJhGI/s320/Meme+Amy+and+Kristen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;This second pose is with Sister and our Sister-In-Law. SO CUTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-6318870606806724078?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6318870606806724078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6318870606806724078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6318870606806724078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6318870606806724078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-favorite-moment.html' title='My Favorite Moment'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UL9MWPwqI/AAAAAAAAATI/yTB5ZM9Hz3M/s72-c/122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-521103379073797242</id><published>2007-12-28T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:36:24.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spidy Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year, the theme was Spi-da-man (as Tanner would say). The boys wanted everything you could think of with Spiderman on it. So, Santa came through. They have Spi-da-man chairs, games, toys, clothes, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I was told that I was Peter Parker since I was taking so many pictures. Too much fun!!It was a Spidy Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032201937994370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UJgcWPwoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-S1V5RZF3P0/s320/the+boys+in+their+chairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032189053092450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UJfsWPwmI/AAAAAAAAASo/n90HOihD_YQ/s320/Tanner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032206232961682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UJgsWPwpI/AAAAAAAAATA/KLKKNP-IFw8/s320/tucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149032193348059762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UJf8WPwnI/AAAAAAAAASw/VMlTv5kKD9o/s320/tanner+in+his+chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-521103379073797242?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/521103379073797242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=521103379073797242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/521103379073797242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/521103379073797242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/12/spidy-christmas-morning.html' title='Spidy Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UJgcWPwoI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-S1V5RZF3P0/s72-c/the+boys+in+their+chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8417345805253617171</id><published>2007-12-28T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T08:26:30.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This year was especially fun during the holidays. Our nephew, Tucker, is about to turn 4. He "got" Christmas this year. It made the whole holiday that much more fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the many things that we talked about was being good. He tried so hard to be good. He kept telling us, " I am being good, Aunt Mandy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my dh was playing with T, which he loves to do, and told him that he had to have a "sweet" face when he was being good. So, Uncle J. showed Tucker what that sweet face should look like. I wish I had taken a picture of that, but I didn't get the shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit...Tuck got pretty good at the sweet face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149029809641210450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UHVMWPwlI/AAAAAAAAASg/BDImIn3vPGY/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149029775281472066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UHTMWPwkI/AAAAAAAAASY/K_nBjzKBICI/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8417345805253617171?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8417345805253617171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8417345805253617171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8417345805253617171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8417345805253617171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweet-face.html' title='Sweet Face'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3UHVMWPwlI/AAAAAAAAASg/BDImIn3vPGY/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5656061978513410428</id><published>2007-12-27T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T08:59:54.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3O908WPwXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/POtwuEadrl0/s1600-h/Presence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148667516264890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3O908WPwXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/POtwuEadrl0/s400/Presence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3O91MWPwYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tUIWec6OtV4/s1600-h/the+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148667520559858050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3O91MWPwYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tUIWec6OtV4/s400/the+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing all of you GREAT JOY throughout the new year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5656061978513410428?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5656061978513410428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5656061978513410428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5656061978513410428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5656061978513410428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3O908WPwXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/POtwuEadrl0/s72-c/Presence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4186242390508661894</id><published>2007-12-27T07:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T10:22:43.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas At Our House</title><content type='html'>Well, it is December 27th, and I am finally getting the pics done for BooMama's Home Tours. I apologize, but we had Spiderman presents to buy, Spiderman tooth brushes and toothpaste to find, and Spiderman paper to wrap. As you can tell, we have had a very Spidy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oo4MWPwAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PVZ0mGxNbpw/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148644482355281922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oo4MWPwAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PVZ0mGxNbpw/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;So, welcome! Here is my front porch.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq1MWPwBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZS24BLC8zh0/s1600-h/092+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646629838929938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq1MWPwBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZS24BLC8zh0/s320/092+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my front porch stands this guy. We got him back when we were living in the townhome. At that time, we didn't have a front porch to decorate...so, he would scare the mess out of us by standing in the living room. We always would jump and think someone was in there.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq2sWPwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3t_qvkI-Cog/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq2sWPwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3t_qvkI-Cog/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq2sWPwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3t_qvkI-Cog/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646655608733730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq2sWPwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3t_qvkI-Cog/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one of the wreaths that hang on our front windows. I have always love the simplicity of wreaths. So, it was a joy when dh decided that he could do that, and he fixed these wreaths up perfectly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq2sWPwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3t_qvkI-Cog/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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 href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq48WPwEI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fmqsi342R-Y/s1600-h/090+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646694263439426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq48WPwEI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fmqsi342R-Y/s320/090+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq48WPwEI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fmqsi342R-Y/s1600-h/090+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq48WPwEI/AAAAAAAAANI/Fmqsi342R-Y/s1600-h/090+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now you guys come on in.&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 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq7cWPwFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6pJNO9OwYsc/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646737213112402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq7cWPwFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6pJNO9OwYsc/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&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;Here you can see some of my collection of department 56 houses. I love them! I started collecting them when I was in highschool.&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/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsaMWPwGI/AAAAAAAAANY/eQx7kYgzR5M/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148648365005717602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsaMWPwGI/AAAAAAAAANY/eQx7kYgzR5M/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&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;This one is very special to me. It was given to my grandmother, but she gave it to me just a few months ago. She knew how much I loved it, and she wanted it to be with me. I love you, Meme!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq3sWPwDI/AAAAAAAAANA/edba9sm7BY4/s1600-h/088+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148646672788602930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oq3sWPwDI/AAAAAAAAANA/edba9sm7BY4/s320/088+(2).JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;This is our Christmas Card Tree. I love it. I believe it came from Pottery Barn, but I am not sure. It has been a while since I got it, but I absolutely love it. I hate taking it down because I love seeing all of our friends and family.&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsasWPwHI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fjcz-VAxSsA/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148648373595652210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsasWPwHI/AAAAAAAAANg/Fjcz-VAxSsA/s320/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our tree. We had to change to shatter proof, plastic balls this year. We have a 2 year old nephew that loves balls...so, I didn't want to worry the entire time he was here, and it simply isn't worth being upset over. I was pleasantly suprised whith the look of the plastic balls. I figured they would be quite hideous, but they are really quite stunning. I even took some close ups so you could see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtpMWPwNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XVa1EXM1gW0/s1600-h/068+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148649722215383250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtpMWPwNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XVa1EXM1gW0/s320/068+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtpcWPwOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z3nZkzKaxmo/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148649726510350562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtpcWPwOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z3nZkzKaxmo/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&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;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 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtpcWPwOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/z3nZkzKaxmo/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsbcWPwKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ktWmIzrhN70/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148648386480554146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsbcWPwKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ktWmIzrhN70/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsbcWPwKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ktWmIzrhN70/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nativity scene is one that I found many years ago. It sits on our fireplace. It is the focal point of the house when you come in. I love that. It is my desire that He will always be the focal point of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Osa8WPwII/AAAAAAAAANo/P7XQtqho2bo/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148648377890619522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Osa8WPwII/AAAAAAAAANo/P7XQtqho2bo/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsbMWPwJI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZobPa_8iFUs/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148648382185586834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsbMWPwJI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZobPa_8iFUs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OsbMWPwJI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZobPa_8iFUs/s1600-h/007.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I wanted to show my school pride by giving you a glimps of just how crazy Aggies are. We will buy anything with A&amp;amp;M on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oto8WPwMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G5W5jHa3GFU/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148649717920415938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oto8WPwMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G5W5jHa3GFU/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtocWPwLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z5gTkpuu1sw/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148649709330481330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3OtocWPwLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/z5gTkpuu1sw/s320/064.JPG" 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/24845007-4186242390508661894?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4186242390508661894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4186242390508661894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4186242390508661894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4186242390508661894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-at-our-town.html' title='Christmas At Our House'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/R3Oo4MWPwAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PVZ0mGxNbpw/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8235716654227765558</id><published>2007-10-16T19:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:49:26.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;J. and I went to P-town to celebrate my grandfather's 93rd birthday, my 35th birthday, and J's 36th birthday. We had a great time, and a couple of super heros stopped in to wish us a Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122100914476890706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVbpMcZOlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Fl5nBbAF5yo/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122100927361792626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVbp8cZOnI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9jt2gNhQm7Q/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122100901591988802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVboccZOkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EyETCNQDO5w/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122100923066825314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVbpscZOmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SBNsEwc8c3k/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8235716654227765558?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8235716654227765558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8235716654227765558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8235716654227765558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8235716654227765558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVbpMcZOlI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Fl5nBbAF5yo/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5394687800475667989</id><published>2007-10-16T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:42:55.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What Could Be Better?</title><content type='html'>My sister, brother-in-law, and nephews have moved to Paris.  Their intentions were to be closer to family to "help", and they have found that God had a much bigger plan in their move.  They have been humbled, forced to rely on others, and taken to their knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my joy to be able to be a supportive family member in any way I can.   However, my favorite way to help is by spending time with my family. A &amp;amp; Dub have been blessed with a place to call home.  Now to say this is a huge blessing simply isn't enough.  They need their own space.  However, it needed a TON of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone to P-town a couple of weekends to paint or whatever they need.  The first weekend I went, T. helped me paint his bedroom.  He put Spiderman, a horse, and a bad guy on the wall.  Below you will see my precious nephew display his fine artwork!  Now I ask you, what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYascZOgI/AAAAAAAAALo/pR2OiRue7RM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122097366833904130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYascZOgI/AAAAAAAAALo/pR2OiRue7RM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYbccZOhI/AAAAAAAAALw/x8sKE_Gnbc0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122097379718806034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYbccZOhI/AAAAAAAAALw/x8sKE_Gnbc0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYbscZOiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4wHNnegIABA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122097384013773346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYbscZOiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4wHNnegIABA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYb8cZOjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O9joPcaN5qg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122097388308740658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYb8cZOjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O9joPcaN5qg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24845007-5394687800475667989?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5394687800475667989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5394687800475667989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5394687800475667989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5394687800475667989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-what-could-be-better.html' title='Now What Could Be Better?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxVYascZOgI/AAAAAAAAALo/pR2OiRue7RM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7982427436133200325</id><published>2007-10-14T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:25:18.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avacado Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year, I was blessed with a Teacher Aide that is simply one of the most amazing women I have ever met. She and I had a wonderful year together, and we have formed an amazing friendship. Last week, she came by to help set up the bat cave (another blog), and she heard my awful cough. She told me I should try her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt; Tea. She informed me that the tea created from the seed of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt; is a natural antibiotic. I had a horrible run in with an antibiotic last year, and I was desperate...so I had her write down the directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a bit of a cough, but I am no longer living on cough drops. I am also able to sleep without sounding like a lung is about to appear on my pillow (nice, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Avocado&lt;/span&gt; Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398463985695074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxLcxMcZOWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/w6FPRKSlu18/s320/Avacado+Tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the seed of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt; and cut it into fourths or eighths depending on the size of the seed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, peel the brown layer off of the seed. This leaves the beige colored part of the seed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put the pieces of the seed in a large pot (make sure you have a lid) with a quart to two quarts of water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cover the pot, and boil for 20 to 30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When, the boiling process is over, let the pot sit (still covered) for another 20 to 30 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The water turns anywhere from a light pink to a deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Burgundy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strain out the pieces of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put into a glass jar and store in the refrigerator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will need to drink between a tablespoon and a small tea cup of the tea every hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can add honey to make it sweet if you prefer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, you can drink it warm or cold....whatever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend uses this tea for all sorts of colds, sinus pains, etc. It tastes like a very faint tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7982427436133200325?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7982427436133200325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7982427436133200325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7982427436133200325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7982427436133200325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/10/avacado-tea.html' title='Avacado Tea'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RxLcxMcZOWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/w6FPRKSlu18/s72-c/Avacado+Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8554525209989158517</id><published>2007-09-30T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:32:47.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Deal</title><content type='html'>J. and I just had one of the best talks of our marriage after watching the season finale of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on to your hats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bret Michael's Rock of Love! Yes, Bret gave J. and I subject to apply to our marriage. Now, let me just say...I had to come blog about my revelation while my husband went straight to snoring. However, I have truly had a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, my revelation wasn't that I want to bring big, rocker hair back...because believe me...I could NEVER do the bangs the way my sister could do the bangs...you rocked the bangs, sister!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it was a finalization that I want to make a big deal of my husband. Let me explain. We were getting ready for bed, and I mentioned that I liked how Bret (AKA VH1) made a big deal out of the dates with the girls. I was trying to let J. know that every little girl grows up with the dream of being the big deal. When it hit me that is why I LOVE birthdays, holidays, fancy events, friend gatherings, being with my family...etc...it is a chance to feel like a big deal. It also hit me that I made a big deal out of J. when we were dating, but since we have gotten married, I have been waiting for him to make a big deal out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SELFISH AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am supposed to be this man's best friend, and all I am worried about is me! Seriously, I wouldn't treat any of my family or friends like that. Why did I do that to him? I would bend over backwards without wanting anything in return for my sister, brother, friends, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who stood with me and vowed to walk through this life with me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this precious soul has not had that side of me. He hasn't had the chance to be made a big deal. His sweet grandmother who passed away when he was a young boy, truly was the last person on this earth to make him feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am on a mission. My life mission has been expanded for one more person. My dear husband's birthday is two days before mine. I have joked with him that he needed to pick another month to celebrate his birthday. Yes, I am hanging my head in shame. However, this year, I want to make his day precious to him. I searching for the best German Chocolate Cake recipe. How I wish I could talk to his grandmother and get it from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me. Pray that this revelation doesn't have selfish motives at all. Pray that I will seriously accept the commissioning of making my husband feel like a big deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8554525209989158517?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8554525209989158517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8554525209989158517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8554525209989158517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8554525209989158517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-deal.html' title='A Big Deal'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7639229910837169735</id><published>2007-09-09T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:05:17.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Update</title><content type='html'>We have lost the birthmom.  She won't even return our friend's phone calls.  If you would like to know more about why that is, just ask. I seriously don't mind talking about it.  J. and I are thrilled that God used us to sit down and talk to this precious woman.  We are blessed that we got a chance to tell her how much God loves her, and that there is no disgrace in carrying a life.  She had been told many times how awful the pregancy was by the people she surrounded herself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are looking for a new birthmom.  We are going to go through an agency.  We have a few more phone calls to make on Monday and Tuesday to finalize who we are going to use.  This means that we will have a much bigger expense with this adoption, but we have a HUGE hurdle behind us.  We got our homestudy and background check done.  We are going to try to apply for some grants.  We don't think we will be granted any loans, but God is bigger than our credit issues.  So, we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, keep us and our future child in your prayers.  We are so excited to be matched and bring him or her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7639229910837169735?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7639229910837169735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7639229910837169735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7639229910837169735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7639229910837169735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/09/adoption-update.html' title='Adoption Update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-2862906598337830215</id><published>2007-09-01T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:20:09.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Meaning of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fall officially began at our house this weekend. A cinnamon sent is filling the air as we speak (yes we coordinate our house hold sents with the seasons). One of my little quirks I suppose! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other reason Fall has begun at our house is because Aggie football begins today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Now, if you are not an Aggie, you might think I am crazy. BUT I have to say that I just watched this for the first time with tears streaming down my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-ZJsR3RCoY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-ZJsR3RCoY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-2862906598337830215?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/2862906598337830215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=2862906598337830215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2862906598337830215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2862906598337830215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/09/true-meaning-of-fall.html' title='The True Meaning of Fall'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7076217239053707443</id><published>2007-08-25T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T09:26:18.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years and counting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RtA6Pz5jQlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Jffqm5fSuaU/s1600-h/anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102642421114815058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RtA6Pz5jQlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Jffqm5fSuaU/s320/anniversary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I am thankful for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are a gift from God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are the man of my dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You draw me closer to God &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You love me with every part of you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are the most forgiving person I have ever met&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are my man full of strength, power, and emotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are part of the triangle we have created&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You dream with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You hold me so tight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your hand fits perfectly in the small of my back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are my knight in shining armor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wipe away my tears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are exactly who God created you to be and I love you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It amazes me every day when I see the love you have for me!  I am overwhelmed that after 29 years of praying for you that God made you real.  I am so very blessed to be by your side.  Looking back at this picture, I realize how much we have grown and changed.  God is so precious and so faithful to hold us close and form us into His image.  As our lives tumble around the idea of raising a family together, I thank God that you stand beside me in this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary, My Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7076217239053707443?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7076217239053707443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7076217239053707443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7076217239053707443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7076217239053707443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/6-years-and-counting.html' title='6 years and counting!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RtA6Pz5jQlI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Jffqm5fSuaU/s72-c/anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1300626994352954751</id><published>2007-08-22T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:26:08.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching, Waiting, and Learning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If nothing else has happened in this adventure of adoption, the one thing that has drastically grasped my attention is that I am not in control.  God brought the birth mom to us.  God brought the lawyer to us.  God has blessed us with what we have needed so far.  God gave us a chance to tell this precious woman that she was loved and that she is a blessing to us.  God is totally in control.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With that being said, we have lost touch with the birthmom.  She got spooked by a really horrible situation that we had absolutlely no control over.  Therefore, she isn't returning our friend's phone calls, and she hasn't answered when we have called (because she isn't allowed to).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been asked if I should call around to all of the hospitals and ask for her room in case she went up there without us knowing.  However, once talking to J.and prayed about it.   I realized, I am not in control.  I have to step back, get in the word, continue to pray for the baby and the mom, and rest in the assurance that the God who led Daniel will indeed lead me.  The God who loved Mary is deeply in love with me.  The God who was the God of David, Abraham, Paul, John, and Ester is also MY God.  He is the one who knows my days and is in control!  Praise Him!  All I am called to do is share His love with those around me.  So, that is where I am.  I am walking the road like I am watching this story unfold on a big movie screen.  The only difference is that my director is the Ancient of Days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1300626994352954751?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1300626994352954751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1300626994352954751&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1300626994352954751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1300626994352954751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/watching-waiting-and-learning.html' title='Watching, Waiting, and Learning...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8367635242279911284</id><published>2007-08-20T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T21:28:01.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love..</title><content type='html'>I have to share a side of me that may not be too pretty or flattering. However, I feel the need to share this problem with you. Since I was in Jr. High the age of 12, I have been in LOVE with Jon Bon Jovi. He has been my constant companion for the last twenty two years. Yes, we have been together for 22 years. So, in honor of my love......my precious constant source of joy....(and dreams...LOL!!)...I give you the following videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GccfzxHIXaY"&gt;You Give Love A Bad Name&lt;/a&gt; - this is one where it all started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you are rocking along!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KtzcOqv_P-4"&gt;I'll Be There For You&lt;/a&gt; - you know it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=nE11Zrrp24I"&gt;Living on A Prayer&lt;/a&gt; - oh, yea! I will take your hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zxtvHxQllzM"&gt;You Want To Make A Memory&lt;/a&gt; -make me melt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does J. think about my mild obsession? He just rolls his eyes and says he doesn't care. I mean really...Jon has been around longer...so, we really should be asking what he thinks about J. being around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100973899334763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RspMvD5jQjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3hwCNJRi7lU/s320/Jon.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100974702493647426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RspNdz5jQkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/a3BMSuZnoW0/s320/JonBonJovi_Kambo_6615705_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell I am dragging out my summer vacation? Don't tell, okay?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8367635242279911284?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8367635242279911284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8367635242279911284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8367635242279911284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8367635242279911284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/love.html' title='Love..'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RspMvD5jQjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3hwCNJRi7lU/s72-c/Jon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7133433058770334813</id><published>2007-08-20T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:55:01.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studied and Fingerprinted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let me just say, we have worked our fingers to the bone getting this house ready for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home study&lt;/span&gt;!  We cleaned every inch of carpet, floor, wall, and window.  We scrubbed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt;, organized, etc.  The social worker came in, sat down, visited with us for about an hour and a half.  After we got done, I expected her to want to see the house.  The amazingly clean....wonderfully organized house.  NOPE!  She said she only walks the houses that she isn't sure about...which is wonderful, but seriously!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweated&lt;/span&gt; over the ordeal!  Seriously!  J. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt;!!  You have to see the house!!!  The good news:  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are so official!  W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e were approved with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;home study&lt;/span&gt;.  YEA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rsn68z5jQhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UeDh5vSO5eE/s1600-h/fingerprinting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100883975604486674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rsn68z5jQhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UeDh5vSO5eE/s320/fingerprinting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the police station and low and behold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;we had our fingerprints done.....AND there were no warrants! ...AND the officer was great. ...AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we walked right out with our fingerprints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are off to Austin to be processed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100886569764733474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rsn9Tz5jQiI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-67nP0XoldM/s320/fingerprints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our next step is to wait for the birth of the baby and continue to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fund raise&lt;/span&gt;.  We are prayerful for the health of the little one and the birth mom!  Please continue to be in prayer for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But for today, my last day of summer, which is an entire post all by itself, we are studied and fingerprinted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7133433058770334813?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7133433058770334813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7133433058770334813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7133433058770334813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7133433058770334813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/studied-and-fingerprinted.html' title='Studied and Fingerprinted!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rsn68z5jQhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UeDh5vSO5eE/s72-c/fingerprinting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6769928628777316280</id><published>2007-08-18T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T08:10:34.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RsbvTz5jQeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8twtQ0wHX1M/s1600-h/the+80s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100026751671812578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RsbvTz5jQeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8twtQ0wHX1M/s320/the+80s2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RsbvJz5jQdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0gAc8SouhTU/s1600-h/the+80s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100026579873120722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RsbvJz5jQdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0gAc8SouhTU/s320/the+80s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was checking blogs this morning. Yes, I am supposed to be working on the house since the homestudy is Monday morning, but you know...a girl has GOT to blog! Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boomama.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BooMama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;who absolutely cracks me up, put a link to an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=c_Uj1u86lrE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;80s flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It is great! You absolutely must go see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remember for one birthday I had a come dressed as your favorite 80s rocker party. Gosh, I wish I could find the pictures. Priceless! Sister, this one is for you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100027194053444082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rsbvtj5jQfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7oW7STjZyb0/s320/boy+george.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/24845007-6769928628777316280?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6769928628777316280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6769928628777316280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6769928628777316280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6769928628777316280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/flashback.html' title='A Flashback'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RsbvTz5jQeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8twtQ0wHX1M/s72-c/the+80s2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4356681260262521523</id><published>2007-08-17T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:42:26.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Precious Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My precious friend, Mallory, is an extremely gifted photographer.  She is offering the following print fundraiser to help us raise money.  Check out these amazing photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;********************&lt;strong&gt;Mallory Krieger Photography Adoption Fundriaser&lt;/strong&gt;*****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am going to be selling images through &lt;a href="http://www.mallorykriegerphotography.com/#"&gt;MalloryKriegerPhotography&lt;/a&gt; to raise money for the Nabor's adoption. If you are interested in viewing or ordering any prints, please visit the link below. All proceeds will go to Jason and Mandy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mallorykriegerphotography.com/AdoptionFundraiser"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.mallorykriegerphotography.com/AdoptionFundraiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-4356681260262521523?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4356681260262521523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4356681260262521523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4356681260262521523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4356681260262521523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/precious-opportunity.html' title='A Precious Opportunity'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3842806867844238203</id><published>2007-08-16T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:15:16.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please pray for us.  We are overwhelmed and struggling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love all of you so much!  If you need specific prayers, please email me and let me know!  I want to pray for you guys, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3842806867844238203?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3842806867844238203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3842806867844238203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3842806867844238203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3842806867844238203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5008818520564321400</id><published>2007-08-14T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:15:52.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!  Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just got a letter from the lawyer!  I am so overwhelmed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This birthmom could go into labor any day, and I just got a letter saying that J. and I have to come up with $650 on Thursday for the homestudy.  $30 for background check this week.  $ for fingerprinting.  &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; $1006.00 payable upon the birth of the child!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trust me, I am praising Jesus that this adoption is going to be so cheap, but we can't do this kind of money so quickly.  I am going to go cry out to Jesus!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5008818520564321400?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5008818520564321400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5008818520564321400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5008818520564321400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5008818520564321400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-update.html' title='WOW!  Update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8249257222544822739</id><published>2007-08-13T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:24:20.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the month of August, I am going to focus on celebrations. Little things that God blesses me with that warm my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is my nephew's first day at pre-school. Let me just say, the social butterfly of the family is beyond excited about going to see his "friends". What a great example he is of being open to new people. He is already walking in to the building &lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt; that he will have friends there. &lt;strong&gt;Celebration #1&lt;/strong&gt; - I am still teachable. I am about to start a new school year, and we are about to be parents. There is so much change going on, but a three year old taught me today that there are friends in every new cituation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He called me this morning to tell me that he was going. I asked him if he would call me this afternoon and tell me all about it. His reply - I will come to your house and tell you all about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebration #2&lt;/strong&gt;- Our home is a place of fun and refuge.  My nephew sees coming to Aunt Mandy &amp;amp; Uncle Jason's house as fun. I love it! I have always prayed that I would have a home that others would feel welcomed and enjoy being in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, Lord, for today's celebrations! I praise You!!! I am humbled to be surrounded by so many "fabulous treasures". It is amazing to me what you have done in my life. Please be with A. today as she observes and be with Tucker and his new friends. I love you, Lord, and I thank you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8249257222544822739?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8249257222544822739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8249257222544822739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8249257222544822739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8249257222544822739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-celebrations.html' title='Monday Celebrations'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6442170611728641616</id><published>2007-08-10T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:09:39.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update &amp; The Album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcH3HOhOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R0IpqHvctGI/s1600-h/front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050168399660258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcH3HOhOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R0IpqHvctGI/s320/front.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcIHHOhPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FShQhQrVpCA/s1600-h/page+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050172694627570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcIHHOhPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FShQhQrVpCA/s320/page+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcIXHOhQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r_-lJosdNHg/s1600-h/page+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050176989594882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcIXHOhQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r_-lJosdNHg/s320/page+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcInHOhRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N7pZ86nCT5Q/s1600-h/page+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050181284562194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcInHOhRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N7pZ86nCT5Q/s320/page+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcI3HOhSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YYUhGAcRaiQ/s1600-h/page+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050185579529506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcI3HOhSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YYUhGAcRaiQ/s320/page+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050683795735874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rrxcl3HOhUI/AAAAAAAAAII/vA5rxCN4z1M/s320/page+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050688090703186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcmHHOhVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QNzn2De_Ma0/s320/page+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050696680637794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcmnHOhWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5Rhap0Y4ZCc/s320/page+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097050700975605106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rrxcm3HOhXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CWAgfo3oBrU/s320/page+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097051293681091970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxdJXHOhYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/10riO24tWRE/s320/page+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097051297976059282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxdJnHOhZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FnyPrrgfP7U/s320/page+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097051306565993890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxdKHHOhaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7DV7JT51UcE/s320/back+cover.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got back from meeting with the birthmom at around 11 p.m. last night. She was precious. I felt very calm being around her. She is embarrassed and can't believe she is in this situation. So, it looks like we are going to be parents. I am going to call the lawyer today and see what we need to do now. She is set to let us raise this child. I am in awe. I knew she was set that we could raise it, but it is amazing that it is actually this way. We gave her the album. She loved it! The pictures on here are of the album. I am in the process of making another one for Jason and I to keep as a reminder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your prayers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If you could continue to pray for her, the baby and the living arrangement that she is in that would be awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks pr! Love all of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-6442170611728641616?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6442170611728641616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6442170611728641616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6442170611728641616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6442170611728641616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/update-album.html' title='An Update &amp; The Album'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrxcH3HOhOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/R0IpqHvctGI/s72-c/front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8940670132856500699</id><published>2007-08-09T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T07:53:55.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a ball of nerves.  Our meeting is scheduled for 8:30 tonight.   I have been up cleaning, taking pictures of my house, etc since 6:30 am (these are normal times for me to be up by the way)....but guess what time I went to bed.....1:00 am!!!  (that is totally not normal since J. and I usually in bed by 8:30 p.m.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I stayed up last night praying for the birthmom because I was told she is nervous to meet us, praying for the baby, and working on a little album to give to her tonight.  We were told that we needed to give her something about us when we leave because she wouldn't remember everything that we said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think this is an awesome idea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, according to my sister, I need to make an album instead of writing a letter.  I am working on it. (thanks, sister!)   I will post a picture of it later on this afternoon when I get done tutoring and can get it finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please pray for the birthmom, J., and for myself.  We want for this precious lady to see how God is using her to make our family richer and fuller.  We pray that she sees this as an answer to our prayers and that God has a special plan for this little person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pray also for J.  We were talking about boy names last night....he keeps suggesting SVEN!  Seriously?  Poor kid.  If it is a boy, no matter what we name it....we will probably still refer to him as SVEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH MAN WE NEED PRAYERS!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have an awesome day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8940670132856500699?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8940670132856500699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8940670132856500699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8940670132856500699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8940670132856500699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/nerves.html' title='Nerves'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7796598668478210484</id><published>2007-08-06T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:29:19.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Fundraising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you who do not know, Jason and I are meeting a birthmother this week who is due within the next month.  We know that adoption is part of our family, and God has brought to us a mother who desperately needs us to take the baby.  It is amazing to see Him work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, we are working out the plan of fundraising for this adoption.  One thing we are doing is the Adoption Donation button on the left of my blog.  If you would like to help us bring Baby Nabors home, just click on the button and it will take you to a Pay Pal account where you can donate.  We have to raise $6,000 in a month.  We have $650 due next week for our home study.  So, every dollar is very much appreciated!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you would like to have a button on your blog to help us out, please let me know.  I will send you the directions and the code.  It would be great to have this button circulated to as many people as we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7796598668478210484?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7796598668478210484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7796598668478210484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7796598668478210484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7796598668478210484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/adoption-fundraising.html' title='Adoption Fundraising'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-821401229371153104</id><published>2007-08-04T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:00:22.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are scheduled to meet our birth mom on Thursday at 8:30 p.m.  She is nervous to meet us, but she is very sure she wants to do this!  So, please pray for her, the baby, and us.  It is going to be an interesting meeing.  I am working on some things to give her about Jason and I.  If you amazing people have any idea....share!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-821401229371153104?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/821401229371153104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=821401229371153104&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/821401229371153104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/821401229371153104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/meeting.html' title='A Meeting'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3087336882888581332</id><published>2007-08-02T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:23:50.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures from the summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094247796833980482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrJnYXgbEEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e3kLW6mGKqM/s320/Aunt+Mandy+and+the+Boys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My precious boys, your Aunt Mandy loves you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3087336882888581332?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3087336882888581332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3087336882888581332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3087336882888581332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3087336882888581332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RrJnYXgbEEI/AAAAAAAAAFw/e3kLW6mGKqM/s72-c/Aunt+Mandy+and+the+Boys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3356309324446143276</id><published>2007-08-02T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:25:38.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been "tagged". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you find yourself "tagged" like me, here are the rules you must follow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Meme Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, here we go...thanks, Jen...by the way!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #1&lt;/strong&gt; - I have already blogged about this once, but I love to get into bed and pull the covers up nice and straight so that the seams of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;denim&lt;/span&gt; comforter run right up my legs. It drives Jason crazy, but hey, I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #2&lt;/strong&gt; - I roll my eyes a lot! I have no idea where this came from or why I do it, but I have been made aware by my spouse that I do it all the time. IF I have ever rolled my eyes at you, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt;. I in no way meant to be rude...I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #3&lt;/strong&gt; - I pick at my nails...even when I have fake ones on. I mess with them all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #4&lt;/strong&gt; - I am horrible at checking voice mail. If I see that you have called, I usually just call you back. I hardly ever listen to the voice mails before I return a call. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #5&lt;/strong&gt; - I cry! It is just that simple. I am a crier. Commercials, movies, letters, emails, blogs...truthfully, it doesn't matter...it all makes me cry! I got this trait from my mother I believe, and sometimes it is most unnerving because I can't control it most of the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #6&lt;/strong&gt; - I have gotten into this habit since getting married, but if I do a load of laundry, I have to put it up immediately when it is done. I hate for things to sit in the washing machine or dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #7&lt;/strong&gt; - Procrastination. This is a habit that I would love to break. All of my life, I have been a procrastinator! It drives me crazy, but sometimes that is when my best work happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habit #8&lt;/strong&gt; - I probably say "I love you" too much. These are very serious words to me, but I say them a ton. I am constantly telling my family, husband, friends, etc. that I love them. At times I catch myself, and think maybe I should just quit....but it is so important to me that they know how much love I have for them and how blessed I feel to have them in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am going to tag....Sister, Mallory, Angie, Melanie...sadly, these are the only ones that I haven't seen tagged....so that will be the end of my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3356309324446143276?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3356309324446143276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3356309324446143276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3356309324446143276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3356309324446143276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/08/habits.html' title='Habits'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1636541158322052310</id><published>2007-07-31T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:24:12.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update about Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I remember telling you guys that the adoption process could move fast, but I had no idea.  Jason and I are planning on having dinner with the birth mother a.s.a.p. because she is actually 7 or 8 months (she isn't quite sure) and is already dropping!  WHAT!!  She desperately wants to get this taken care of so the baby has a safe, healthy environment to come home to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yea, seriously!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only know a few details.  Email me and I will answer questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Keep praying...we are on our knees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1636541158322052310?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1636541158322052310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1636541158322052310&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1636541158322052310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1636541158322052310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-about-adoption.html' title='Update about Adoption'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5529668273592314482</id><published>2007-07-29T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:04:15.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hesitate to write about this, but we need your prayers.  We have been approached by a birthmother who is 5 months along and wants to be done with the pregnancy &amp; adoption quickly.  We are praying!  We are not getting too excited, but we are hopeful.  I am calling the lawyer tomorrow to set up a meeting with him.  We have no idea how we are going to finance this, but God has brought this mother to us for a reason.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, watch for updates....and for the mean time....PRAY, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5529668273592314482?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5529668273592314482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5529668273592314482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5529668273592314482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5529668273592314482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers please'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6127764718315443579</id><published>2007-07-26T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:04:35.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandy Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, this is what I do when I am waiting for my nephew to wake up from him afternoon nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goto google and do a search. Type in your name followed by "needs". So I typed in: Mandy needs. The results can be hilarious! Here are some of my favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; little introduction, having established herself as one of the funniest and most frequently pregnant comics in the local area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; a 6 ft fence as she can sail over 4 ft fences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; a thorough physical examination and some tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; an obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; help in ways I cannot comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; to keep her image clean and remember what got her to where she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; to snazz things up, pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy needs&lt;/strong&gt; help with a present for her best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy&lt;/strong&gt; has high exercise &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; and has been trained to run smoothly on a lead beside her owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was cracking up. So, I had to do Jason's, too. So, here are some of his!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason needs&lt;/strong&gt; to put on his shirt, overalls, shoes and socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Needs&lt;/strong&gt; a Helmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jason needs&lt;/strong&gt; to stop making her think he likes her if its clear he doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason needs&lt;/strong&gt; tech help, so what else is new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jason needs&lt;/strong&gt; to visit a therapeutic, he has lost it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason needs&lt;/strong&gt; to be around everyone more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason needs&lt;/strong&gt; to feel the luuuvvvv of people who connect with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to try this and post in the comments what your said!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-6127764718315443579?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6127764718315443579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6127764718315443579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6127764718315443579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6127764718315443579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/mandy-needs.html' title='Mandy Needs'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1808649323356568830</id><published>2007-07-24T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:19:40.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flywatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know about where you live, but here in North Texas we have an overabundance of flies. As you know from my earlier posts, I have a three year old visitor this week. He and I have been fighting flies all day. When his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Munkle&lt;/span&gt; Jason got home, he asked him to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flywatter&lt;/span&gt; and get those flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you can imagine, Munkle J. got right on it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Praise be to God for this precious little life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1808649323356568830?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1808649323356568830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1808649323356568830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1808649323356568830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1808649323356568830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/flywatter.html' title='The Flywatter'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6761166956254596301</id><published>2007-07-24T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:19:26.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sure Was Some Good Swimmin' Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqY0I3gbD3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dblDNc_OQtg/s1600-h/DSCN1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090813755732463474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqY0I3gbD3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dblDNc_OQtg/s320/DSCN1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My nephew, Tucker, is here with me this week. So, you can bet that I am going to have tons of stories. We spent the morning with Aunt Mandy tutoring, and T. watched Power Rangers. He was soooooooo good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090814004840566658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqY0XXgbD4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FZjKvCt6u7U/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then we went to the pool. He loves going and playing with Aunt Mandy in the pool. Oh, who am I kidding. He would play with anyone in the pool. I just like to pretend that I make it the best day ever. On Sunday, when we took him to the pool, he mastered the slide. Today, he has discovered his adventurous side that allowed him to swim by "yourself" in the three feet sections. He is quite a little guy! On our way home, he said, "Aunt Mandy that sure was some good swimmin' today!" I melted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love this little guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, we came home to have his "favorite" meal. Cold hot dogs and mac and cheese. Sister, I won't even think about why this is his "favorite" meal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090813579638804322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqYz-ngbD2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/n5yWdxtFaqM/s320/DSCN1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/24845007-6761166956254596301?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6761166956254596301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6761166956254596301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6761166956254596301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6761166956254596301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-sure-was-some-good-swimmin-today.html' title='That Sure Was Some Good Swimmin&apos; Today'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqY0I3gbD3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dblDNc_OQtg/s72-c/DSCN1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4848032631785774736</id><published>2007-07-23T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:08:47.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Kate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqVePHgbD1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_PhxNQtnIXU/s1600-h/Amy+and+Kate+Artistic+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090578567618301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqVePHgbD1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_PhxNQtnIXU/s320/Amy+and+Kate+Artistic+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister and her family came in this weekend to go to the funeral, and to spend some time with family. &lt;a href="http://vintagecowgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-bless-my-little-baby-kate.html"&gt;While A. was here, sweet, Baby Kate passed away in Amarillo.&lt;/a&gt; I can not begin to express to you how precious this dog was, but in my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inadequate&lt;/span&gt; way, I am going to try. She was special from the moment A. brought her home. She went everywhere with my sister. She was a true companion.  She is the reason I fell in love with Bostons.  She would come visit Aunt Mandy.  She and I would go to Pet Smart and pick out a toy or a special treat.  She was such a cuddler.   She had such a sweet, adventurous spirit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another good-bye that just breaks my heart!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aunt Mandy loves you, Baby Kate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-4848032631785774736?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4848032631785774736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4848032631785774736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4848032631785774736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4848032631785774736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-baby-kate.html' title='Sweet Baby Kate'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RqVePHgbD1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_PhxNQtnIXU/s72-c/Amy+and+Kate+Artistic+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6445183671256473987</id><published>2007-07-23T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:39:09.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving away sweet pets...</title><content type='html'>Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and brother-in-law are going to give away their Boston Terrier Male, Duke, and a mut, Ginger.  If you are interested, we are looking for a good home.  &lt;a href="http://vintagecowgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-bless-my-little-baby-kate.html"&gt;Read my sister's blog for more information.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-6445183671256473987?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6445183671256473987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6445183671256473987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6445183671256473987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6445183671256473987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/giving-away-sweet-pets.html' title='Giving away sweet pets...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1031458263478999077</id><published>2007-07-19T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:53:10.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sPCu8csI/AAAAAAAAADY/hJEpzARs2SU/s1600-h/DSCN0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088905109639557826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sPCu8csI/AAAAAAAAADY/hJEpzARs2SU/s320/DSCN0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sPiu8ctI/AAAAAAAAADg/yIgYNtPyhdI/s1600-h/DSCN0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088905118229492434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sPiu8ctI/AAAAAAAAADg/yIgYNtPyhdI/s320/DSCN0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sRCu8cvI/AAAAAAAAADw/xXldprNnOg8/s1600-h/DSCN0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088905143999296242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sRCu8cvI/AAAAAAAAADw/xXldprNnOg8/s320/DSCN0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tootin&lt;/span&gt;' my horn today, girls. I know. I know. I am so not supposed to do that, but I think I defied gravity yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was my day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 -9 am&lt;/strong&gt; - mowed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weeded, edged&lt;/span&gt;, pruned the roses, sprayed the roses, relocated some monkey grass, fertilized 9 trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 am to 12 pm&lt;/strong&gt; - painted my bathroom cabinets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 - 1&lt;/strong&gt; - made some phone calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - 2&lt;/strong&gt; did some laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:30 - 3:45&lt;/strong&gt; - sat on the couch and watched people cook to inspire me for the meal I knew I was about to embark on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:45 -4:30&lt;/strong&gt; J.came home and I patiently listened to the glories of electrical work, and let him tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how awesome I was for all the work I have done today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:30&lt;/strong&gt; started dinner - homemade pasta with cheese sauce and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mahi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mahi&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That lasted a while, and I was in bed by 8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, let me just say. I tell all of you this because I have done little this summer but sit in front of this computer learning the language of html and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;css&lt;/span&gt; so that I can build my company website - &lt;a href="http://www.papercravings.com/"&gt;Paper Cravings&lt;/a&gt;. Yesterday I did more physical labor than I have done in months, and today I am paying for it big time!!! Now, I know you super moms who do all of this and juggle twelve kids are rolling your eyes. It is okay! I am impressed with you, too! I will gladly read about your day and cheer you on! I promise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I told J. that today I have to tutor, run to the bank, and then I am holding down the couch for the day! Yea right! I have already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;repotted&lt;/span&gt; 4 plants and it is 7:53 am. Oh, my muscles are going to be calling tonight!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am also debating colors for my bedroom &amp; bathroom. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088905131114394338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sQSu8cuI/AAAAAAAAADo/phSw9eWgNfI/s320/DSCN0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1031458263478999077?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1031458263478999077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1031458263478999077&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1031458263478999077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1031458263478999077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the award goes to. . .'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp9sPCu8csI/AAAAAAAAADY/hJEpzARs2SU/s72-c/DSCN0986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-6122284315845042112</id><published>2007-07-17T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:16:09.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye's Break My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel incredibly selfish, but I hate good-byes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This summer has been the season of good-byes. I have had to say good-bye to several friends with whom I wish I had made more time to make memories. They have come in and out of my life for just a moment, and I missed it. I was selfish, and for this, ladies, I am so sorry. I missed out on spending time with both of you during this precious season of life. To say that I am sad, truly doesn't express my heart. I am a better person because of knowing you. I see Jesus so much clearer because of the way you step aside and allow Him to shine through your actions as a mother, wife, and friend. I look forward to hearing how God uses you to bless your new communities. You are amazing women, and I miss you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also have to say good-bye to a lady who has been a part of my life since I was three years old. Tonight, I can not stop the tears again because she took her last breath this morning. She was one of the ladies that was on my list to write letters to. She has always been a creative person who challenged me with her unique ways of making events and days special. She would do the most amazing arrangements in her daughter's bathroom on game days, birthdays, and other special occasions. I was always amazed by the way she could arrange a table to make it shine. Because of her, I had decorations on the tables for my wedding. I needed to say thank you. I needed to take the time to tell her how much I appreciate her uniqueness. I never did that. I needed to let her know that her love for animals challenged me and encouraged me to see the beauty in God's creations. I never did that, either. I never stopped my fast paced life to say thank you. Now, I have to say good-bye. Oh, good-byes break my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please, if you ever take anything from this blog, please, please take this...tell the people around you how they have touched your heart. It isn't silly or overly emotional. Please let the individuals that God has placed in this season of your life know that you are thankful that they are a part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are so many things that I want to say...so many things I SHOULD have said....and tonight...and this week....all I can say is "good-bye".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-6122284315845042112?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/6122284315845042112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=6122284315845042112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6122284315845042112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/6122284315845042112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-byes-break-my-heart.html' title='Good-bye&apos;s Break My Heart'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5553552513571810859</id><published>2007-07-17T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:10:50.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Be Missed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp0-PCu8crI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkz-58zJ-WQ/s1600-h/The+Smith%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088291582151258802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp0-PCu8crI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkz-58zJ-WQ/s320/The+Smith%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We love you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5553552513571810859?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/5553552513571810859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=5553552513571810859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5553552513571810859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5553552513571810859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-will-be-missed.html' title='You Will Be Missed!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rp0-PCu8crI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkz-58zJ-WQ/s72-c/The+Smith%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4607241326150056370</id><published>2007-07-15T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T10:19:38.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!  What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I pray each of you has had a wonderful weekend so far! I know I have been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we were served an amazing dinner by some friends of ours, and it was a blessed time of laughter and enjoying their family. We cherish these times with friends. In fact, that is one of the ways God has blessed us by this house and the move out here. We are surrounded by people that I have only dreamed of having in my marriage. There are open, honest couples all around us that are striving to be holy not happy. WHAT A BLESSING!!!! There is such a difference in my marriage because of the influences that God has placed around us! Thank you to each of you and the blessing that you are to J. and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up on Saturday, loaded up our grill, and J. cooked about 125 dogs for our church's community gathering. We were surrounded by the amazing people that I mentioned in the paragraph above. So, it was a blessing to serve and to be lifted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to some dear friend's of ours to pick up a donated refrigerator to take up to my sweet little grandparents. Meme is 85 and Grandaddy is 93. They are so funny. It is quite hard for them to say thank you and enjoy a blessing. So, it is always fun to wow them with a gift like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on our way home from Paris, J and I stopped by my baby brother's house to wish him a Happy Birthday! I love that guy! It always makes me so happy to be in his presence! He and I have such fun when we are together, and his cute little wife, K. is the biggest blessing to our family. She is good to him and our family, and they are too cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Sunday. J and I are zonked (I can't begin to express how hard that guy worked yesterday), but we are so excited that we have had a full weekend. I am hoping to get some more stamping done this weekend, and I have several projects for Paper Cravings that need my attention before the next week start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this is my favorite kind of weekend. I adore to be surrounded by friends, family and being on the go. It usually wears J. out, but this weekend, he has been right in step with me. I love you, J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! I am going to spend some time with my man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-4607241326150056370?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4607241326150056370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4607241326150056370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4607241326150056370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4607241326150056370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-pray-each-of-you-has-had-wonderful.html' title='Wow!  What a weekend!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-308366257457678923</id><published>2007-07-10T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:18:45.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister!</title><content type='html'>There really isn't anyone who can make me laugh like my sister!  She simply cracks me up!!   We used to get in trouble as young kids because we would get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tickled&lt;/span&gt; at the dinner table.  My grandfather (ex-military and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ww&lt;/span&gt;2 vet) didn't understand the need to get to the table and act silly.  However, it never failed that when we all sat down...giggles were bound to begin.  Even to this day the three of us can not be in the same room without being loud and rolling with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I love this girl!!  She is such an amazing person!  I am so proud of the mom, wife, sister, and friend that she has become.  You see, our mom and dad got divorced when I was thirteen, Amy was 8 and Jason was 7.  I was given by God's grace two of the most amazing siblings that a girl could have.  It was my joy to help mom raise A. &amp; J. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy has a gift of giving me such grief and teasing when I am being too emotional.  She simply is my very best friend.  However, when the reality of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infertility&lt;/span&gt; hit...she was the one I could cry my heart out to.  I would do anything in the world for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she will have quite a different take on my emotions and our childhood memories...so....Check out my &lt;a href="http://vintagecowgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;!    Pardon her blog design.  I am in the process of creating it...She and I are both in the middle of creating new companies.  We will keep you posted so that you can check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-308366257457678923?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/308366257457678923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=308366257457678923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/308366257457678923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/308366257457678923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-sister.html' title='My Sister!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-4145867275226345830</id><published>2007-07-05T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:40:25.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love fireworks, actually, I love just about anything having to do with being festive and spending time with friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, I have a special love for the summer and summer festivities. Reson number one, I am out of school - which always puts me in a good mood. Secondly, for years while I was serving as a youth pastor, I spent the 4th of July at Bridgport Camp sitting at Vespers on the top of the hill watching God's amazing firework display. We (the teenagers and I) LOVED it! Such fond memories that brings me back to fireworks. Summer means time to slow down. Soak in some good rays (which have been few due to the massive amounts of water flowing from the sky)...spend time with family....and watch fireworks. . . according to Mandy...enjoy things around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you know me at all, you know I am a sap. I am overly emotional, and by some people's accounts, crazy. However, I simply love life. I want to soak it all in. I want to notice each petal on a flower because God put it there. I want to see the sparkle of love in someone's eyes because God put it there. I want to celebrate each day with gusto because God gave us the day to celebrate. According to some, I love too emotional, and I live frivolously. ANYWAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I don't really know where this post is coming from....but let me tell you. My family thinks I am just plain silly because I have this intense desire to love and and enjoy everything. I don't do it on purpose. It just comes to me....I assume because GOD PUT IT THERE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;which brings us back to fireworks....yes...I know...I am rambling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway...yesterday, J. and I went out to Babe's Chicken in Sanger (which is a whole post all by itself!) to celebrate the 4th. We (actually, I) figured it would take a while to get seated, and then, on our way home, we would be able to drive along and view some fireworks. Romantic, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got there around 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got seated immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Out of there by 8. J. is a very set in his ways kind of guy. So, when dinner is over, you go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a soaker. I want to take it all in...linger on the way. Just in case....life might happen (or fireworks)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Home by 8:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You guessed it!!! It wasn't even dark yet. SOOOOOO...my perfectly romantic idea of how the evening should play out was dashed by fast service and my over active expectations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Happy July 4th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-4145867275226345830?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/4145867275226345830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=4145867275226345830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4145867275226345830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/4145867275226345830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-fireworks-actually-i-love-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1267138160769560895</id><published>2007-06-27T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:32:29.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look and a Name Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To say that I love coffee is an understatement. Actually, I adore the stuff. I also adore the places that sell the stuff....especially Starbucks and Sweet Eugene's (in College Station). There is a deep, passionate reason why I love these places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was single and really putting time into my relationship with Jesus, I used to go nightly to a Starbucks in Dallas. *Let me clear up something...what I mean is that I wasn't always putting my heart and soul into my relationship with Jesus while I was single. I have very sad, dark times when I didn't make time for Him. SOOOO, the periods of time that I was in the Word and having daily "dates" with my Savior were precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would arrive bible, latestest book I was studying, and my journal in tow to pick up my cup of java and spend the evening with my savior. I am sure from the outside looking in on my date it was a bit strange. There were times in my study that I would laugh out loud at His irony, or I would tear up at the realizations of my sinful nature. These were treasured moments that tasted as sweet to my heart as they did to my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 6 years and I still have a love for coffee. However, since I have gotten married and can't go out every evening to get away and spend time with Jesus, I have had to be more creative about my date places. I will have to say that usually when I sit down with my bible, my coffee isn't far away. I love the two together. The savory word refreshes my soul all the sweeter when sipping coffee. I have also found that I long for those quiet moments where I had nothing else to do but sit by my Savior and learn about His goodness. In case you couldn't tell, I am quite in love with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides changing the design...I have changed the name.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am throwing in the towel so to speak. I am tired of living for what might be one day. I want to celebrate what I have and what God has made me to be. I am an aunt of two of the most precious individuals that have ever been born. I want to celebrate that Tucker and Tanner are in my family. I will always have the prayer of children. I have a desire to be a mother and to raise children to love the Savior that blesses me daily. I will also always have the prayer of adoption, but we simply can not afford to do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO, for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...&lt;br /&gt;a princess in God's kingdom&lt;br /&gt;a spot on God's kingdom calendar&lt;br /&gt;a wife to a man who deserves to be cherished&lt;br /&gt;a daughter that needs to appreciate her roots&lt;br /&gt;a sister to two of God most amazing creations&lt;br /&gt;an aunt.. to two little guys that continue to amaze me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! what an honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours, God...use me today with what you have given me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 36px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="74" alt="" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f37/MaNabors/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1267138160769560895?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1267138160769560895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1267138160769560895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1267138160769560895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1267138160769560895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-look-and-name-change.html' title='A New Look and a Name Change'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8115322396669462354</id><published>2007-06-20T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:32:45.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was shared with me by an online friend. She is struggling in her first couple of weeks as a mom. This is precious! This reminds us why God gives us children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3buLQoCN6KY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3buLQoCN6KY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080144099796393986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBMJJwpIAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M5eqNjVl1qA/s320/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8115322396669462354?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8115322396669462354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8115322396669462354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8115322396669462354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8115322396669462354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/there-are-no-words.html' title='Precious!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBMJJwpIAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/M5eqNjVl1qA/s72-c/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-8265394724589419574</id><published>2007-06-12T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:08:09.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HTML Code!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have created a monster in myself. I am learning html code and figuring out gifs and jpgs to update and create my "perfectly Mandy" blog! I absolutely LOVE it!!! I am even contemplating hosting my own blog by buying a domain. I think I have totally lost it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if any of you understand Dreamweaver CS3, please let me know!! I need a tutor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080142579377971122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBKwpwpH7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mX6eSClDjVk/s320/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-8265394724589419574?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/8265394724589419574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=8265394724589419574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8265394724589419574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/8265394724589419574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/html-code.html' title='HTML Code!!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBKwpwpH7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mX6eSClDjVk/s72-c/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-2108081548619855788</id><published>2007-06-11T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:12:16.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rm4X95wpH6I/AAAAAAAAACI/q0jWqMjFWm8/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075020182337429410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rm4X95wpH6I/AAAAAAAAACI/q0jWqMjFWm8/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our girls! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faith is the one with the white head. She is the youngest (2 years old), overly rambunctious, and cautiously curious of everything her mommy and daddy is doing. She constantly sits on her sisters, and she turns pink around her eyes (actually all over her face) when she is sleepy. We were told to keep her out of the sun unless she had some protective wear on her eyes due to the lack of black around her eyes. Wouldn't you know it that the minute the door to the back yard is open, she runs right out and lays in the middle of the yard. She loves the sunshine. In fact, if there is a patch of it on the carpet that is filtered through the windows, Faith is probably laying in the middle of it. She is a funny girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mercy is the one right below Faith. She is our middle girl (5 years old). We compare her to a little old lady. She is picky, nervous, loving, and a people pleaser. When the dogs were sleeping (and snoring) with us, she would crawl up onto my pillow and snuggle under my arm. She would let me hold her there all night. I think she misses being in our bed more than any of them. She is happiest when she is right next to us and the house is calm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grace is our oldest (six years old). We got Grace on our first date. Seriously, Jason came over, and we went to look (actually, I went to look, but little did I know that her future daddy was going along with me...I bet God got a huge chuckle out of that one!). Jason actually talked me into getting Grace because she was an odd girl right from the start. She is definately an oldest child. She is super smart, totally in love with her dad, selfish with her toys, and extremely protective of her little sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080143571515416546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBLqZwpH-I/AAAAAAAAACo/j1KplEL0KsY/s320/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-2108081548619855788?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/2108081548619855788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=2108081548619855788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2108081548619855788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/2108081548619855788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-girls.html' title='Our Girls!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rm4X95wpH6I/AAAAAAAAACI/q0jWqMjFWm8/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7855748034620887518</id><published>2007-06-11T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:13:14.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Card Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rm4WdZwpH5I/AAAAAAAAACA/lL2aSDV4vzw/s1600-h/class-no+address.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075018524480053138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rm4WdZwpH5I/AAAAAAAAACA/lL2aSDV4vzw/s320/class-no+address.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a card class the first Friday of July. I would love for any of you to join me! It is always a fun evening of laughter, creating things you never thought you could, and delighting when you get finished with your incredible cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080143906522865650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBL95wpH_I/AAAAAAAAACw/fgi5bPIEaLE/s320/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7855748034620887518?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7855748034620887518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7855748034620887518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7855748034620887518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7855748034620887518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/card-class.html' title='A Card Class'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/Rm4WdZwpH5I/AAAAAAAAACA/lL2aSDV4vzw/s72-c/class-no+address.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-3558655670460233149</id><published>2007-06-05T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:14:44.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are looking at the following agencies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckner Children's home - based in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buckneradoption.org/"&gt;http://www.buckneradoption.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggieland Adoptions - based in College Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aggielandadoptions.org/BuildingALegacy/AdoptionServices.htm"&gt;http://www.aggielandadoptions.org/BuildingALegacy/AdoptionServices.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methodist Mission Home - based in San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmhome.org/"&gt;http://www.mmhome.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Legacy of Love - based in Lewisville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We greatly welcome your prayers! Each one has it's benefits and each one has it's drawbacks. They are all expensive. In fact, that is going to be a HUGE step of faith for the Nabors' to trust the Ancient of Days to guide us financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know what you think. We are planning on knowing by the end of this month, and moving forward asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080144314544758802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBMVpwpIBI/AAAAAAAAADA/qrRqBm8ZSwk/s320/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-3558655670460233149?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/3558655670460233149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=3558655670460233149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3558655670460233149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/3558655670460233149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/adoption-update.html' title='Adoption Update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Vu1Uf0R3WI/RoBMVpwpIBI/AAAAAAAAADA/qrRqBm8ZSwk/s72-c/brown-and-pink-coffee-cup.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-665998247075746154</id><published>2007-06-05T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T13:34:25.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have any babies at your house?</title><content type='html'>I walked into my dear friend's house this morning.  Their three year old had just woken up, actually, he had just gotten up after lounging around in bed for about an hour after waking.  I sit down on the couch.  He walks up to me and asks, "Aunt Mandy, Do you have any babies at your house?"  "No" I replied, " but I do have dogs."  " I want to pet them!" was his response.  It was so innocent.  He has recently welcomed his baby brother home, and there are tons of new babies all around in homes that he is associated with.  Therefore, it was a natural thing for him to wonder about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that my heart dropped is an understatement.  Believe me, I in no way want you to read this and feel sorry for me.  He actually brought me to my senses during that brief interaction.  He asked if I had something that I LONG for, and when I told him that I didn't have that, but that I did have something else.  He was completely content.  Why don't I feel content answering his simple question?  Why does a lump form in my throat that makes me want to scream out because I can't swallow, and if I try to swallow I will surely begin a tidalwave of tears....how selfish and silly I am!!  God has been amazingly good to me.  I can't even begin to list all of the ways He has brought me up, dressed me in His finest, and still my praises have dwindled to cries of what else, God?  What else?  Are you kidding me?!?!?  Seriously, I have some nerve to stand in the middle of my life and cry what else. (or I am completely stupid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a place right now where I am learning so very much about the Ancient of Days.  However, it took the example of a three year old to bring me to my knees tonight in gratitude!  Oh, how very thankful I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to pet my dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f37/MaNabors/swirlydivider.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-665998247075746154?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/665998247075746154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=665998247075746154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/665998247075746154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/665998247075746154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-have-any-babies-at-your-house.html' title='Do you have any babies at your house?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-7506525637653322044</id><published>2007-05-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:50:12.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I designed my blogger title, and I would love to design one for your site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me know if you are interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to create something just for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-7506525637653322044?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/7506525637653322044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=7506525637653322044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7506525637653322044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/7506525637653322044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogger-titles.html' title='Blogger Titles'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-1913446523948996454</id><published>2007-05-21T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:46:07.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do We Choose?</title><content type='html'>How do we choose which agency to go with?  Jason and I are at a loss.  We have gathered the data from the big agencies around Texas, we have gathered from several different maternity homes and children's homes, and we have gathered some from some smaller places.  We have talked to lawyers about what they thought about private adoptions.  Which one do we choose?  All of the them are more expensive than I ever thought domestic adoption would be.  All of them have birth mothers who are looking for families for their babies.  All of them are special and unique.  I want all of them!!!  I wish we could open our door to every birthmother out there and yell...."hey, bring your baby over here....let us teach him or her about Jesus....let us have a chance....I promise they will be loved....I promise they will be cherished....hey....over here!!!"  Please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that adoption is part of our family.  We know we are doing exactly what we are supposed to do.  We are both so terribly excited about the idea of adopting and being able to hold our child.  However, we are definately at a crossroad.  We both want to get the paperwork done and the stuff going, but we are stuck!  UGH!!  We have been told by numerous agencies that as soon as we get paper work in, get our home study done, and pay for it all...we could have a baby.  They even mentioned this summer.....THIS SUMMER!!!!  What a blessing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for guidance.  We know we are exactly where we are supposed to be.  However, it feels like we are at a circle intersection with numerous roads all meeting at the circle.  All the roads lead to joy, but each one is different and unique.  Which one will we travel?  We don't know.  As soon as we do know....you will be some of the first people we tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then. . .  we are on our knees!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-1913446523948996454?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/1913446523948996454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=1913446523948996454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1913446523948996454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/1913446523948996454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-do-we-choose.html' title='How Do We Choose?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-5261127581070320217</id><published>2007-05-20T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:39:43.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Comforter</title><content type='html'>I am about to make a huge confession!  I absolutely LOVE for my comforter to lay on my bed perfectly straight.  However, it makes me even happier to have my comforter's stitching to run in a straight line up my legs when I cover  up at night.  Yes, I do believe this is one of my touches of OCD.  Jason thinks I am absolutely crazy!  However, I can't help it.  I get such joy out of laying down, pulling up the covers, and feeling them perfectly stretched down my body - running from my neck to my toes.  In fact, it makes me giggle with glee!  It is cracking me up to sit here and devulge this information to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am letting you into my world is that I was sitting in church today and I realized that my Comforter delights just as much as I do when I stop and spend time with him.  When my life is focused and I am running towards  holiness, He is delighted.  He probably giggles the way I do when I get into bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for my denim comforter being perfectly matched with my body doesn't begin to compare to my Savior's joy in being my true Comforter.    Trust me, I am in a season of needing comforting, and it is my delight to be in His presence during this season of our family's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-5261127581070320217?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5261127581070320217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/5261127581070320217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-comforter.html' title='My Comforter'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-723542570388922133</id><published>2007-05-05T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:29:07.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Below is the letter that we are sending out to family and friends about our adoption process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I are sending this email to ask for your prayers for us and our family.  We’ve recently felt like God was changing our hearts (and this is a huge CHANGE!).  We have had many set backs in our attempts to have our own family.  We have met with a couple of fertility doctors, and we have decided to put our money into adoption instead of the invasive procedures that we would face.  A couple of years ago, we had felt like we were called to adopt from China.  We found an agency that we loved, and we were set to begin.  However, China has changed some of their requirements, and we no longer fit the profile of the types of parents for which they are looking for their daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, through various contacts and blessings God has been softening our hearts to the idea of domestic adoption.  (This is where the major change has taken place because for the longest time we didn’t want anything to do with domestic adoption.) We are already searching out a new agency, and we plan on getting started as soon as possible.  We have spoken to several local agencies that assure us that domestic adoption is a secure method of adding precious lives to our family.  We are learning that it is a much faster paced adoption method, and the blessing is that the birth mother will be able to pick us.  We will be placed in a group of letters or scrapbooks (depending on which agency we use), and there we will wait with other hopeful parents to be picked by a birth mother.  We feel like God is directing us towards a bi-racial adoption.  They constantly need parents for bi-racial children, and we want the pitter patter of little feet in our home.  We are excited and nervous about the idea of being picked by a birth-mother, fundraising, finding a reasonably priced lawyer, preparing our hearts and preparing our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fundraising, obviously money is an issue, too!  I’m sure we will be doing many fundraisers in the near future.  However, fundraiser #1 is (what else?) card making and scrapbooking!  Mandy’s offering her services to create stationary (digital or stamped) or create scrapbooks (digital albums or traditional) for any one who just feels like they don’t have time to do them – or for anyone who would like to give a gift for birthdays, Father’s Day, graduation, Christmas, etc.  Attached is a flyer with prices, all negotiable, of course,  and we’d appreciate it if you’d send it out to as many people as you can think of that would be interested!  In the meantime, your prayers and support of bringing a baby home are MOST precious to us, and we can’t wait to share this journey with all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Mandy &amp;amp; Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-723542570388922133?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/723542570388922133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=723542570388922133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/723542570388922133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/723542570388922133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2007/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-115706943507521298</id><published>2006-08-31T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:10:35.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Video!!</title><content type='html'>This video blows my mind.  It could have been written by us!!  It is our journey, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vocalicious.com/empty_arms/empty_arms_mod.html"&gt;http://www.vocalicious.com/empty_arms/empty_arms_mod.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-115706943507521298?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/115706943507521298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=115706943507521298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/115706943507521298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/115706943507521298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-video.html' title='An Amazing Video!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-115461212772134238</id><published>2006-08-03T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:35:27.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Summer!!</title><content type='html'>What a total blessing this summer has been!!!  I have worked on myself harder than I have in years.  I have started a VERY successful work out plan.  I feel so much better about where I am headed.  I have laid out tons and soaked up lots of sun.  It has been a relaxing and wonderful summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big changes are happening in the Nabors' household.  We have decided to quit the infertility race and begin the adoption process.  We both want to adopt a precious little girl from China...so, we are starting the ball rolling on that dream.  We are SO excited!!  I can not wait.  We know we are going to name her Maggie.  Which is short for Margaret (my grandmother's name), and 'my aggie'!  What a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just typing this blog to announce our adoption decision makes me overjoyed.  We have not given up on having children of our own, but we aren't going to focus on it right now.  I am going to stop the medications and give my body a rest and continue to work out.  Then we will see what God does with the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-115461212772134238?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/115461212772134238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=115461212772134238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/115461212772134238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/115461212772134238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-summer.html' title='An Amazing Summer!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114830988910723365</id><published>2006-05-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:58:09.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closed Door</title><content type='html'>Well, my dr. visit this morning closed a door that I was sure we were about to walk through.  I met with a very kind dr. who gently told me that even though I am completely healthy, I am too heavy for them to help me with my infertilty issues.  I am so sad and humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy and Most Precious Father,&lt;br /&gt;Only you know where this road will lead.  Father, how do I continue to go on?  Oh, preciuos Father, I want to raise your child!!  I want to be a mother to one of your precious little souls.  I don't even have to have more...just one.  Why is it, Lord, that so many people can easily get pregnant (even those who don't want babies), and I can't.  Oh, sweet Father, hold my broken heart and help me to find joy.  I need joy, Lord.  I need you, Lord!  Oh, how I love you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114830988910723365?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114830988910723365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114830988910723365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114830988910723365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114830988910723365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/05/closed-door.html' title='A Closed Door'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114804298776907647</id><published>2006-05-19T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:49:47.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter!</title><content type='html'>Well, Monday at 7 am I am going to a infertility specialist.  Dr. Wilson referred me to Dr. Doody.  I am excited, but extremely nervous.  I have no idea how we are going to finance this, but I am praying that my insurance will cover more than I am thinking.  I know we will have some out of pocket costs, but I know it is so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray that God's hand will guide us, and that we will not be following our own selfish desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114804298776907647?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114804298776907647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114804298776907647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114804298776907647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114804298776907647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114717849032600798</id><published>2006-05-09T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T07:41:30.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait is On!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Holy and Most Precious Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;As I enter this two week wait, please give me the peace of mind that I am in your hands.  This body is in your hand.  I long to spend time in your presence and know that your plan is perfect and no matter what we do...it is up to you.  I thank you that you have a plan.  I thank you that when it is time, we will be able to raise your child to love and honor you.  What a joy that will be!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Hold me, Lord!  I need you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see from my heart cry, I have ovulated yet again (Praise God!) on the clomid.  I am so thankful that the meds are working and making my body respond correctly.  However, the two weeks that I have to wait to test almost drive me crazy.  The rest of the time, I am doing something...taking meds...eating/drinking more soy..etc...  In the tww, it is just a time of wait.  It is a blessing.  BUT it is also a time of wonder, questions, doubts, etc.  If you are praying for Baby Nabors, please pray for his/her mom and dad during the next two weeks.  I want to be full of scripture and prayer instead of wonder and doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114717849032600798?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114717849032600798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114717849032600798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114717849032600798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114717849032600798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/05/wait-is-on.html' title='The Wait is On!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114665894009337232</id><published>2006-05-03T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:22:20.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Clear!!</title><content type='html'>I had my HSG test done yesterday.  Let me say, the actual process wasn't so bad...just mild pinching.  However, is has been almost 24 hours later and I am still having severe cramping.  I feel like I have done a thousand crunches.  However, I don't get the effect of 1000 crunches.  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the test went great.  My tubes are open and ready for an egg to travel down them.  The Radiologist let me look at it.  It was very interesting.  Praises to God!!!  I am so thankful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are going to try clomid for a few more months, and then Dr. Wilson is going to send me to a specialist if I am not pregnant yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers and well wishes.  I am blessed to know that my tubes are okay.  Even through the pain that I am feeling now...I can feel God's power and grace flowing down on me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114665894009337232?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114665894009337232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114665894009337232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114665894009337232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114665894009337232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-clear.html' title='All Clear!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114614386185708685</id><published>2006-04-27T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:21:29.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises!!  Praises!!  Praises!!</title><content type='html'>I went to see Dr. Wilson yesterday, and he is such a blessing. He is so positive and encouraging.  It is awesome to go to a Doctor who knows God's amazing powers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step:  We are going to do HSG Test to make sure that I don't have blocked tubes. I am a little nervous about the procedure, but I am excited to make sure that everything is flowing okay. I am hopeful that there is a chance that we will be blessed with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having my HSG test on Tuesday, May 2nd at 8:00 am.  I am a little nervous now.   Lord, please give me some peace about this procedure.  Please allow my tubes to be fully open and ready for the egg to pass through.  I pray that this test will be a breeze, and that I will be fully functional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114614386185708685?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114614386185708685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114614386185708685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114614386185708685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114614386185708685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/04/praises-praises-praises.html' title='Praises!!  Praises!!  Praises!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114597812183228544</id><published>2006-04-25T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:15:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Will Be Well</title><content type='html'>"He helps us to go to sleep at night with a stronger sense of the power of good &amp; an understanding that He is protecting us from evil.  He hasn't assured us that we will always get our way; He has promised that He is the WAY.  And in His way, despite our suffering, we can safely trust that all will be well. " -Nichole Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be well!  All will be well!  I cling to that today.  I am starting my 5th round of Clomid.  I can't believe that I have been on this medicine for 5 months already.  I am so thankful that it is helping my body work correctly.  However, it does get so tiring to have to always be thinking about what you are taking and how much and when, etc....  However, despite all of my suffering and longing, I can trust that all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never hold a child born from my body, but all will be well!  Thank you, Lord, that you are in control!  I thank you for loving me and holding me.  I also thank you for the struggles and trails that bring me closer to you.  I love living in your light and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be well!!  I can say that with complete cofidence!  All will be well!!  Praise your holy name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114597812183228544?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114597812183228544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114597812183228544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114597812183228544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114597812183228544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-will-be-well.html' title='All Will Be Well'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114554658861295382</id><published>2006-04-20T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:23:08.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Out To Jesus!</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I wish I had a Bible here to pour through.  I desperately want to search through scripture to settle all of the selfishness that I have pulsing through my veins.  My bil has a wonderful work opportunity that will take him and his family to Amarillo. Amarillo?  I should be so excited because it is still in Texas.  However, I have gotten so use to the idea of them just being down the road in Fort Worth.  Oh, I am so selfish!  I am so disappointed in the way I have allowed selfishness to overtake my joy.  Also, my husband is starting a job tonight that will keep him away 6 night a week.  Talk about selfishness.  I am sick because I am so selfish and want him at home.  I am sick at the way I am behaving.  Pathetic actually.  Oh, how I wish I had scripture to pour through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as baby Nabors, I am 12 days past ovulation.  Which means that I will know this weekend if this month was a success or a bust.  My body &amp; my crazy emotions are telling me that it was another bust.   I know God's timing is ALWAYS right.  However, have I mentioned that I am so selfish, and I want things the way I want them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sweet Jesus, I cry out to you.  I beg that you take this selfish monster away and replace it with joy and compassion for the feelings and desires of those around me.  I worry way too much about how I am affected instead of looking at how others are.  I love you, Lord!  I need only You!  I need only YOU!!!  Oh, how I love you so!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114554658861295382?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114554658861295382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114554658861295382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114554658861295382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114554658861295382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/04/cry-out-to-jesus.html' title='Cry Out To Jesus!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114443182910707783</id><published>2006-04-07T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:43:55.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our World Is About To Change</title><content type='html'>Holy &amp;amp; Most Precious Father,&lt;br /&gt;I lift up our life to you. I am so thankful that you have blessed us with a home that has plenty of space. I thank you for bringing my sister, and her family home to Texas. Jason and I looking so forward to having them there with us. I pray a blessing over our home that it may be a place that totally glorifies you and allows us the chance to show your goodness, mercy, grace and love. Father, I lift up my home to you. I ask that you be in complete control of all the words spoken there and actions there. Thank you, Lord for being faithful! AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too excited! My sister, Amy, her husband, RW, and their two children, Tucker - 2 and Tanner -2months are on their way to our home. They have decided that it is time to move back to Texas. Our family is beyond excited. All of us want to wrap our arms around them and welcome them home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114443182910707783?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114443182910707783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114443182910707783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114443182910707783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114443182910707783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-world-is-about-to-change.html' title='Our World Is About To Change'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114356801120317132</id><published>2006-03-28T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:46:51.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Though it tarries, wait for it; For it will certainly come, it will not delay."  Habakkuk 2:3</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I get caught up in the longing.  I have been deep in scriptures today desperately searching for answers to different things Jason and I have talked about trying in order that we have a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Romans 14:5 it states" One person reguards one day above another, another reguards every day alike.  Each person must be fully convinced in his own mind."  This means that you must make up your mind and figure out your own convictions.  I know without a shadow of  a doubt certain things that I do not want to do in order to become pregnant.  However, I do not feel a conviction about others.  I am truly searching today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did find that makes me smile.  Women in the bible who were barren and had their womb opened had children that did amazing things for God.  Elizabeth had John the Baptist.  Hannah had Samuel.  Jason and I are both in prayer that when this time of wait is over, we will be blessed with a child that will bring great joy to God and be an amazing asset to His kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114356801120317132?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114356801120317132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114356801120317132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114356801120317132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114356801120317132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/03/though-it-tarries-wait-for-it-for-it.html' title='&quot;Though it tarries, wait for it; For it will certainly come, it will not delay.&quot;  Habakkuk 2:3'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24845007.post-114348159560041964</id><published>2006-03-27T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:46:35.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious Husband</title><content type='html'>I just got one of the most amazing emails ever.  Jason wrote the following, "Thank you. Thanks for being loyal, faithful and loving. You are a jewel in my crown. You are my treasure stored up in heaven that I have received early and forever." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly impressed by his love for our Father.  We had an amazing service yesterday at church.  Jason left knowing we had some hard changes to make in our world.  He was sure that we needed to rid our home of anything that would cause us to stumble or cause anyone else to question our faith and love for Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit.  It was hard to say ok to some of his decisions, but I can see God working through him.  I know one day we will stand much stronger and healthier than we are today, and we will look back and be amazed at the areas where God's hand blessed Jason's faithfulness in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that he is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24845007-114348159560041964?l=prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/feeds/114348159560041964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24845007&amp;postID=114348159560041964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114348159560041964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24845007/posts/default/114348159560041964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforbabynabors.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-precious-husband.html' title='My Precious Husband'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02705678621848543003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
