<?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-6608078686073149605</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:48:56.077-08:00</updated><category term='Timmarie'/><category term='this thing called life'/><category term='not me'/><category term='baby'/><category term='chris'/><category term='Delight'/><category term='intro'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='adds'/><category term='bible lessons'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='love'/><category term='weight'/><category term='brody'/><title type='text'>Random Moms</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6225687659458358095</id><published>2012-01-29T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:48:56.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have spent the afternoon a bit irritated.  So, I thought a list of things I am enjoying right now would help me re-focus my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This being said, my God and my kids are obvious list-toppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*quotes from The Big Bang Theory.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*frozen yogurt from a specific serve yo*self shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughing with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hopes for a vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*free nook books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I feel a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philippians 4:8&lt;i&gt; "&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6225687659458358095?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6225687659458358095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6225687659458358095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6225687659458358095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love...'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8523642132353970753</id><published>2012-01-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:33:21.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brody'/><title type='text'>7 it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJgGtXsaYfY/TwaHkoZ2CAI/AAAAAAAAATs/9dOAF0QEn6U/s1600/brody%2Bis%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJgGtXsaYfY/TwaHkoZ2CAI/AAAAAAAAATs/9dOAF0QEn6U/s320/brody%2Bis%2B7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694387842247428098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Things I love about you, Brody:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  When you love something, you talk about it.  You showed your grandparents and auntie approximately 37 ocean animals over skype today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Your endless amounts of energy.  I am determined to bottle it up and sell it on the black market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  You have fought hard to mature.  You have been a good example in class at school, and you fight to exercise self control.  Some moments you win, some you lose. But you are willing to face the opportunity to make a different choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Your smile and your laugh.  The joy is CONTAGIOUS, my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  That you call Koleson, Baby Koleson. Dareth and I hope you will do this into his teen years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  How you can be socially awkward at times.  I'm not sure that it is your autism that's showing as much as your genetic code from your mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I love how you have wrestled with the Lord these past couple of months.  You haven't been afraid to ask hard faith questions in regards to Grandma K, you have been honest with the fear you have had, and you have talked it out with your God.  It has been difficult as your mom to watch you ask the tough stuff, knowing the Lord responded with a no to some of your questions.  But it has been so beautiful at the same time.  You are growing in your faith, and that takes my breath away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so very grateful to be your mom.  And in what I am bracing myself to be a more difficult year of growth for you, I am praying you will continue to chase God with the questions of your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are pure joy.  With a side of crazy and no appreciation for sarcasm.  The perfect blend for our family. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8523642132353970753?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8523642132353970753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8523642132353970753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8523642132353970753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-it-is.html' title='7 it is'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJgGtXsaYfY/TwaHkoZ2CAI/AAAAAAAAATs/9dOAF0QEn6U/s72-c/brody%2Bis%2B7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5598971588545204621</id><published>2012-01-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:35:48.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>Miss B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have known Miss B since she was in first grade or so.  Maybe second grade.  All I know is that she is 18 now, so I've know her a long time.  I had her in the first kid's church class I taught.  I prayed with her as she came up through the youth group.  I've cheered her on as she traveled to Africa on her first missions trip.  And I have served youth alongside her.  And I've watched her serve my son as a habilitation worker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched and prayed as this young girl transformed into a beautiful woman.  I've watched her suffer through some personal stuff, only to see her accept it's purpose in relating to the people of Africa.  I've watched her give to friendships that have cost her heart.  I've witness someone who is willing to wrestle anything and everything out with the God of the universe and come out with authenticity, peace, and more passion for her Savior.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss B isn't cut from the same cloth as most 18 year olds of her time.  She embraces the awkward, isn't concerned about her image, and just loves, well, EVERYONE.  B proves that young people can turn this world around! She makes me want to be a better servant of Christ, a better mom, and a better friend.  I want to be like her when I grow up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss B is beginning a new journey this week: a journey that takes her away from her physical location.  She is about to have a grand adventure as she follows after the Lord.  To say that I am proud of her is a gross understatement.  She is loving and serving and following all while feeling the riskiness of it all, and she is going anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss B is a treasure to our family.  She has gifted us with her love, her patience, and her kindness.  She has loved Brody sweetly and hysterically and has been such a phenomenal example to our daughter.  And she has been a good friend to me.  We have had such rich conversations that I will treasure throughout this life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss B, your life is a testimony of the beauty of God.  As you embark on this next chapter, know that you are bring covered in prayer and thought of each day.  Thank you for always being you - your authenticity is a gift to those who know you and those who you will meet.  I look forward to some skype lunch dates and just hearing about all God is teaching you.  You are such an example to your nieces and nephews - what is more important for them to know than to follow the Lord whole heartedly?  You amaze me, my friend.  And I am certain Gma is bragging to the crowd of witnesses she is a part of, telling Abraham, Moses, and Rahab that "that's my grandaughter!" You remind me of her so much, just like your mama does.  What a legacy!  &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5598971588545204621?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5598971588545204621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5598971588545204621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5598971588545204621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2012/01/miss-b.html' title='Miss B'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1397066215901119615</id><published>2011-12-06T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:29:55.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>a time to embrace</title><content type='html'>It was just over 2 years ago that I separated from my husband.  It was almost another year before I realized that our marriage was broken in a way that it would not be fixed. Since then, I have stumbled and tripped and baby stepped my way back into the work force.  I accepted my new title as single mother and vowed to find a good balance of work, budget and quality time with my kids.  I haven't done it successfully.  But, I've done it in the only way I have been able to.  I was completely unprepared for the emotional toll it would take on my heart to go back to work and leave my children in the care of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the Lord is patient and kind toward me.  He has allowed me to take baby steps.  Sometimes forward, sometimes backward, but continuously moving.  I took a step today to move back into a career.  It is time to stop doing jobs and re-establish my career. This will open up doors and opportunities to allow me to seek more stable employment.  I hope to be able to secure a position with benefits for my family.  Hopefully I can attain a position that my schedule can be more suited to Alivia's.  I sat in the parking lot this morning wondering, why have I waited so long to pursue this?  (I know some of you have been asking yourself the same question.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is complicated, as all matters of the heart are.  But, the simplified version is this: In taking these new steps, I must let go of a dream, a dream I didn't realize I was still clinging to.  I must release the dream of my past so my hands are free to reach toward a new dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was so gracious to show me this morning that it is time.  It is time to embrace this new life that I live.  The life of a single working mother.  It is time for me to stop living in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a single working mother.  I am a divorced woman with 2 beautiful children to raise.  I am financially responsible to support our family.  I am responsible and accountable for the spiritual teaching of my children and their character development. (Do not misunderstand, I think their father has responsibilities to them as well.  But, as the sole leader of our individual homes, I believe we bear these responsibilities fully, as individuals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I type that, even as I have been living it, the words seem foreign. Foreign in ways that I can not seem to put into words.  I keep thinking back to a poem, &lt;a href="http://users.erols.com/jmatts/welcome%20to%20holland.html"&gt;Welcome to Holland&lt;/a&gt;.  (This poem is written about the journey of parenting a child with special needs.  But, it expresses my feelings so well.)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not pity my new role.  I have a happy and healthy family.  My life is blessed and full of love.  But, the truth is, it is just not the way I expected it to look.  I thought it would look like Italy.  It, in fact, looks like Holland.  Holland is beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1397066215901119615?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1397066215901119615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-to-embrace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1397066215901119615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1397066215901119615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-to-embrace.html' title='a time to embrace'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7823173624752802064</id><published>2011-12-04T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:26:05.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;12 years ago, we were just kids.  We thought we were grown up, very mature and could conquer anything. Chris couldn't even manage to remember our marriage license, and I couldn't manage to realize that it's better to style dirty hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days leading up to our wedding were hard. My grandpa had a massive heart attack while working graveyard at the post office.  My dad quickly left and headed up to the Northwest to be with him.  We questioned whether to postpone the wedding.  We decided to go ahead, Grandpa would want us to.  Looking back, that decision was probably more rooted in selfish desires than out of thought that that was what my Grandpa would want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tension between my mom and I was at an all time high.  While she loved Chris, I'm sure this wedding was a harsh reminder that her daughter chose what seemed to be a different faith.  She insisted on decorating and creating and I was too terrified to speak what I wanted.  I don't think I even knew what I wanted - except to marry Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at 10:30 on December 4th, I looked down the aisle, my dad speaking softly to me after flying the redeye in to make it.  I saw my Christopher, our friends and family around us, and I breathed deeply.  I stood face to face with Chris, and we made a covenant with our God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 12 years, we have loved one another, we have hurt one another. We have made good decisions and poor decisions.  We have laughed, and we have cried.  We have worshiped alongside one another, and we have wrestled with God both individually and as a family.  Even today, I am wrestling.  In 12 years, we each have been unworthy of the covenant we have with our God. And in 12 years, our God has been Faithful.  He has covered our lack, He has graced our failures, and He has loved us deeply and blessed us richly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will cherish this covenant for as many years as the Lord allows it to stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary to you, Christopher.  &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7823173624752802064?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7823173624752802064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/12/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7823173624752802064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7823173624752802064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/12/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5449680489436000886</id><published>2011-12-03T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:20:18.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories in the making</title><content type='html'>We took the freak show to get their pictures taken this morning.  Basically, we three moms went in hoping for one shot with all 6 kids in it.  &lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here were some of the other highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Koleson cried and didn't want to get in any of the pictures.  It took bribes of candy to even get him to sit near the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hudson dropped his pajama jeans while Addy tried to get him to smils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alivia criss crossed her scarf and tied it around her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brody was temporarily unaccounted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it was a great day with lots of memories made.  I can't wait to get the pictures back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, from the Freak Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5449680489436000886?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5449680489436000886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/12/memories-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5449680489436000886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5449680489436000886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/12/memories-in-making.html' title='Memories in the making'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8786386868628593092</id><published>2011-11-24T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:33:00.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Dareth is Right, We should be thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I gotta tell you, it's hard to get into the Holiday Spirit when trauma enters your life right beforehand.  I feel like I am still reeling.  I do not like living each day without Kaye here on earth. I have vacillated between anger, denial, and a desperate prayer that says, "Jesus, please come quickly." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the reality is that there is MUCH to be thankful for.  So without further ado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Brody blowing kisses to Grandma K in Heaven. And then singing, "I love you - a bushel and a peck..." to Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* A daughter who loves fiercely and dramatically.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Chris, who has been a rockstar, not only these past  2 1/2 weeks, but for the past (almost) 12 years.  There's nothing better than knowing you are mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My momma. It has meant so much to me that my mom acknowledges the huge influence of K on our lives. She could've been jealous. Instead, she has been grateful we had her and is sadden by our loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My Dad.  Words cannot describe what it has meant to watch him grandparent my children. Redemptive is too small a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Great Is Thy Faithfulness, sung on a Sunday morning. A sweet reminder that He holds it all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* The BEST girlfriends.  We have had some sweet times!  Fun road trips, silent prayers, telling looks - it's been a happy and hard year - birth, divorce, surgery, loss. I love the miracles we have seen, and I am saddened by the ones we asked for, but were withheld.  But the Lord knew.  He KNEW you were the people I would need to lock shields with.  The many years I asked for close friends, you were all there, developing what is present today.  I want to put you all in my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My riches.  I cannot even express how wealthy I feel.  That my family would be graced to live in this country - it blows my mind.  I really have no idea what financial struggle looks like when I measure it against the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My God, who has been so GRACIOUS to require more of this daughter.  He has made me take a look at who I had become, where my heart had hardened, and then offer forgiveness and an opportunity to do better.  He has been a gentleman and shown me the Truth in a tender, loving way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My Sister. I don't know what to say except I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Hope. Because without it, I don't know how I could make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Starbucks Skinny Peppermint Mocha. Because I am shallow and adore a 100 calorie drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Black Friday. Because I like texting Brandy and Dareth excessively and buying cheap pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Kaye.  And her family.  They are SO MUCH HER.  They radiate Jesus.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8786386868628593092?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8786386868628593092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-dareth-is-right-we-should-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8786386868628593092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8786386868628593092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-dareth-is-right-we-should-be.html' title='Because Dareth is Right, We should be thankful'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7545203978808073995</id><published>2011-11-22T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:58:32.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year</title><content type='html'>Today is my Dad's birthday.  I wrote &lt;a href="http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-17.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; about my dad last year.  He is the epitome of what a Daddy should be in my opinion.  He is strong and caring and loyal and fierce.  He stands up for what is right in a quiet manner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my dad will never read this post, I can talk about him freely without embarrassing him.  (He doesn't know how to use a computer and has no desire to ever try.  He has probably never heard the term blog and he still calls social networking "the spacebook".)  He is a simple guy who loves his family and wants to do better than he did in years past.  He takes personal responsibility for his "stuff" and won't claim responsibility for other's. He has a quiet strength that I hope to emulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I announced I was pregnant with Alivia, he became quiet and withdrawn.  In my semi-hormonal state I was so disappointed that he wasn't more excited for me.  He apologized the next day and told me, "I had a little girl, and she wasn't supposed to grow up."  I knew in that one statement how deep his love for me ran.  Watching me journey through a divorce was brutal.  It ate him up.  He made himself sick with worry. I only know this from others, he never wanted me to know.  He offered his quiet support with a gigantic amount of self-control.  I know he had much to say, but he allowed me to deal with any and every situation how I thought was best.  He trusted that I was a strong woman who needed to own my decisions.  He must have been terrified that I would make a choice he thought was harmful.  But, he kept it to himself. He called me everyday to check on me and came by a couple of times a week just to visit.  He never felt the need to fill the quiet with words.  He just gave support with his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reality is that my dad won't always be here.  Just typing that brings tears.  I am ever so thankful for my dad.  I am thankful for the father he is, for the grandfather he loves to be and for the example of loving, supportive parenting with boundaries. I will cherish every year the Lord sees fit to have you here with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Daddy!  We love you more than words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1X1QS0DDLw/TsxTEAGXS7I/AAAAAAAAASc/t7jWxt6kRKk/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1X1QS0DDLw/TsxTEAGXS7I/AAAAAAAAASc/t7jWxt6kRKk/s320/130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678004558418627506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7545203978808073995?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7545203978808073995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7545203978808073995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7545203978808073995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-year.html' title='another year'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1X1QS0DDLw/TsxTEAGXS7I/AAAAAAAAASc/t7jWxt6kRKk/s72-c/130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7123387815273908949</id><published>2011-11-21T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:08:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What??</title><content type='html'>I somehow just looked up and noticed that the month of November is almost over.  Wow.  I don't want Thanksgiving to go by without noting some of the things I am thankful for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God's unwavering faithfulness...especially when I don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;*The lavish love of God shown to my family through others.&lt;br /&gt;*A church family that pulls together amazingly when we had some really tangible evidence of how much we need each other.&lt;br /&gt;*People in my life who go above and beyond for my little family.&lt;br /&gt;*Evidence that prayer can be answered...even in the midst of disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;*A little blue-eyed guy who melts my heart over and over again with a gapped tooth grin.&lt;br /&gt;*A girl that loves deeply and fights passionately, who is already starting to grow into her own little person.&lt;br /&gt;*Friends who get me, that will laugh with me, and at me, when I need it most.&lt;br /&gt;*God's provision.  He has fulfilled our every need and so many of our wants.&lt;br /&gt;*A gift of memories made from my mom in the shape of an awesome family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Thanksgiving week is spent loving your people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7123387815273908949?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7123387815273908949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7123387815273908949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7123387815273908949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/what.html' title='What??'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8060480301544017438</id><published>2011-11-14T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:45:25.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have written about my sweet K before, right &lt;a href="http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2009/11/delight-day-4.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And on November 3rd, Gma K very unexpectedly went to be with our Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can think about is that I want to smell her perfume on Brody's head again.  I want to watch him love her, and I want to watch her love him right back. I want to hear her voice call him Brody Man, and I want to see her feet stomp at him as he runs to hug her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to watch her love her AZ Addie Grace (as she had an Oklahoma Addie Grace, too).  I want to hear her laugh at Addie and Sammy's antics.  I want to listen as K and Addie sit down at the piano and play together while Papa Phil cracks jokes in the background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have the conversation that we planned on having when she got back from Oklahoma. I want to hear about her adventures on the Pioneer Woman's ranch.  I want to know the advice she would have given me about my family.  I want to have the cooking day we planned- the one where we make "our kind of food." I want to swap recipes, and laugh by the pool, and do Bible Study together.  I want to listen to her Godly wisdom and laugh when she calls me her "fashion friend." I want to talk about our Goodwill bargains, and her grandchildren, and love, and travel, and most of all, I want to talk to her about Jesus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank her for giving our children a place to look for their spiritual heritage. Kaye lovingly grafted our family into hers.  She poured into us, always joyful, always giving, always in a way that modeled Jesus.  She allowed the Lord to use her to create a spiritual history of unwavering Faith where there wasn't one in our family history.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaye and I always had a good laugh over my dislike of the Proverbs 31 woman. Funny thing is that the truth of the matter is I adored the Proverbs 31 woman - Kaye was her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;She is clothed with strength and dignity;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;she can laugh at the days to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17311" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; She speaks with wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and faithful instruction is on her tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17312" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; She watches over the affairs of her household&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and does not eat the bread of idleness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17313" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Her children arise and call her blessed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;her husband also, and he praises her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17314" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; “Many women do noble things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   but you surpass them all.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17315" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-17316" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Honor her for all that her hands have done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaye, thank you for your legacy.  I miss you so very much&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8060480301544017438?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8060480301544017438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-k.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8060480301544017438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8060480301544017438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-k.html' title='My K'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8869974727306431591</id><published>2011-11-11T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:51:32.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In an Instant</title><content type='html'>Last week, the kids and I were so blessed to have the opportunity to go on a Disney Cruise with my mom. We had 8 days onboard to play and hang out with characters and most importantly, just be together.  It was a fabulous time for my little family and so many precious memories were made.  In preparation for this trip, I worked the month of October away.  This left all three of us in tears, at one point or another, over the feeling that we had so little time together.  (I could write a bunch of posts on how AMAZING Timmarie was during this time.  But save that for another day.)&lt;br /&gt;We spent each day leisurely deciding how we would plan our day: meeting characters, getting autographs, eating ice cream, swimming, playing in the kids center, watching live shows or movies, and napping.  Don't want to forget the napping :)The rest and relaxation were so good for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received message from Brandy on Saturday that I needed to call her.  I tried to keep the panic at bay as I figured out the best way to get ahold of her.  In the minutes it took me to get through to her, I had run through a list of possibilities in my mind.  Internal panic!  She went on to tell me that a good friend, a beautiful mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, spiritual mother and grandmother of our church, and just all-out fabulous Christ-loving woman had left this earth.  Such a shock!  I can't even begin to tell you what Kaye meant to me and to countless others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the room and hugged my babies a little tighter for the next 2 days.  My emotions vacillated between wanting to get home right.this.very.second and wanting to stay on that ship and pretend it was all a bad dream.  But most of all, since then, I have just wanted to surround myself with the people I love and make sure that they know how very special they are to me.  Life can change in an instant.  And I don't want to miss any more of it's opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8869974727306431591?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8869974727306431591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-instant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8869974727306431591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8869974727306431591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-instant.html' title='In an Instant'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3160232926540209122</id><published>2011-10-27T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:23:36.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This month has been probably the craziest of the year.  OK, maybe July was, but I can't remember because July was SO HOT that it literally fried some of my brain cells.  We have been bad bloggers over here, but this month it is with good reason.  D is working her tail off (seriously, she is workin hard for the money), Chris is working himself into an early grave (75+ hour work weeks temporarily) and I am going to school and keeping the 4 kiddos as much as I can.  Plus, did you think the A girls were going to take themselves to see The Band Perry? I have to proactively instill country roots where there are none!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for the sake of remembering some snippets about this month, I gotta jot down some of the good and the bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am so enjoying my time with Koli. With all the bigs in school, he and I get some quality one on one time.  I'm not even sure words can explain how much I adore the time with him.  He has a hold on my heart.  We enjoy playing trains, sharing Diet Dr. Pepper and laughing together.  He gave me the name Ree Ree and it makes me smile every. single. time he says it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Brody had a great report card and I was told at parent/teacher conferences that they use B as a peer role model. What a difference a year makes.  I need to remember that as we face current and future challenges, the Lord is so faithful to grow B and me through the process. Next year we (most likely) will have conquered some of the issues we have today.  That builds my faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alivia is such a sweet example of friendship.  I love how she loves to create gifts for others.  She is always so excited to see Koleson after a school day.  Her giggle makes me smile.  I am really proud of her continuing maturity - she is developing fruit of the Spirit right before my eyes.  I love that when she sees a friend on the playground through the fence, she runs alongside the fence line until she meets up with them at the gate. It's the cutest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Addison is swimming year round and had her first meet this month.  She had only swam 25 meter lengths before this meet, and she did a 50 and 100 meter.  I love that she just went for it! The results were not what she wanted, but she is up for the challenge to improve and is working hard to do so!  Addison is LOVING school and her teacher, and is learning not only academics, but great life skills, too.  I am so sad that this is her last year as a single digit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest thing that I want to take away from October is the provision of my God and the power of prayer.  Our family was facing a very unnerving situation, one that would've thrown us for quite a loop - primarily financially, but also a lot of other ways.  Through that circumstance, I see the Lord's faithfulness - not because it turned out the way I wanted, but because of the immediate affirmation of my priorities.  We are able to walk through any circumstance as long as my faith is intact and our marriage stays together.  These are things I know, but I got the opportunity to walk out this month.  And I know it's with a purpose.  The Lord keeps bringing the poor to mind and is reinventing my thinking about those in need.  The conviction is good.  Hard to see things you didn't think were a heart issue, but good that I don't have to stay in that mindset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, as October comes to a close in a couple of days, it's been a month of growth in the desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3160232926540209122?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3160232926540209122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3160232926540209122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3160232926540209122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5559596226880680135</id><published>2011-10-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:18:35.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Dareth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A small excerpt from a conversation we had yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: "OK, I'm curious as to why you are breaking up with chocolate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: (Explanation &lt;a href="http://www.rageagainsttheminivan.com/2011/09/here-let-me-ruin-halloween-for-you.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) Basically the US chocolate manufacturers have turned a blind eye to the child labor that gets them their chocolate.  And then when it's brought to their attention, instead of changing it, they do a whole bunch of stuff to try and distract from the actual problem.  I can't support child endangerment. Just because I don't have to look at it, that doesn't make it ok.  Furthermore, I am tired of companies/government thinking that I am too stupid to figure this stuff out.  (Please insert more ranting about healthcare reform, poverty, abortion, etc). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: Insert awesome, encouraging response.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: If I turn into one of those crazy social justice people, please laugh at me. You know the ones, the ones who make that their religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: So when should I expect you to become vegan?&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5559596226880680135?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5559596226880680135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-i-love-dareth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5559596226880680135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5559596226880680135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-i-love-dareth.html' title='Why I Love Dareth'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2091027174939490522</id><published>2011-10-02T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:51:14.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a funk</title><content type='html'>Ok.  It is clear, we are in a major blogging funk.  I often find myself wanting to write, but then, in all honesty, I wonder does anyone really want to read about my life?  I struggle with what to say and what not to say.  So many things going on in my life and I just can't seem to get in out on paper (screen).  So here sits this sad, lonely little blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2091027174939490522?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2091027174939490522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-funk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2091027174939490522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2091027174939490522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-funk.html' title='in a funk'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4358933326806510930</id><published>2011-09-13T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T11:50:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>Mommy Guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me like a ton of bricks this morning and I have been weepy all morning over it.  I'd rather a punch in the face than in this fragile, self doubting place that I find myself this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4358933326806510930?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4358933326806510930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4358933326806510930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4358933326806510930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-869648503695805847</id><published>2011-09-07T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:33:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days 6-10</title><content type='html'>This heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard on the news last week that we had 35 days in a row over 110 degrees here on the surface of the sun. We have dipped into the low 100's.  It looks like we have promise of Fall's arrival around December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-869648503695805847?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/869648503695805847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-6-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/869648503695805847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/869648503695805847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-6-10.html' title='days 6-10'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6202525660421535229</id><published>2011-09-02T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T06:58:00.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEDTIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't met my girl, let me tell you, the girl could negotiate herself out of a hostage situation.  I hope and pray that one day she uses those skills to further God's kingdom.  But, using them to get out of going to sleep... yes, it makes me want to punch myself in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6202525660421535229?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6202525660421535229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6202525660421535229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6202525660421535229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5.html' title='day 5'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8492000925776540531</id><published>2011-09-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:48:03.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"I'm just nervous."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said by Brody anytime he doesn't want to do something. Some examples: Cleaning his room, going to therapy, going to a doctor appointment.  The other day he told me that he didn't want to go to speech because he doesn't like the stupid speech room and I was SO HAPPY that I didn't have to hear, "I'm just nervous."  As his therapist said, I like that he used an appropriate adjective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm just nervous.  It makes me want to punch myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8492000925776540531?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8492000925776540531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8492000925776540531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8492000925776540531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-9172726021506786274</id><published>2011-08-31T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:34:40.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><content type='html'>Emotional manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, this actually makes me want to punch others in the face.  But, I definitely want to throw punches over it.  If you desire to have a conversation with me, I will be happy to have a mature discussion.  But, if you think you can get your way by emotionally manipulating me, you picked the wrong girl.  Emotional manipulation and I have a sordid history together and I have officially broken up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-9172726021506786274?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/9172726021506786274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/9172726021506786274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/9172726021506786274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2253907157082809814</id><published>2011-08-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:00:17.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, it's no secret that I am not an animal lover.  Nor is Chris.  It's not that I hate them, I just don't get over the top in love over sweet kittens and puppy dogs and such.  In fact, I immediately delete those emails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I got Addy a guinea pig for her birthday this summer, and for a few weeks this house went crazytown over some rodenty type creatures.  We got a guinea from someone we knew, and unfortuantely said guinea was elderly and ended up having spinal cord damage and eventually passing on to guinea pig heaven. LOVELY experience.  Don't worry, Addy has another guinea pig that is young and healthy, yada yada, blah, blah, we have a pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody has decided that he would like a pet too.  And he would like it to be a pet bird.  Now, I should mention that Brody LOVES the guinea, and by loves I mean pets it, and talks to it, and puts in on the skateboard and in rollerskates. Basically, we have to watch him like a hawk because he's a wee bit rough.  Back to his pet: He wants a pet bird. Which means another cage. Not to mention that I only like birds if they are being served on my dinner plate.  Also, WE ARE NOT GETTING ANOTHER PET. So, with this gift of autism comes Brody's ability to hyperfocus, rather obsessively, about a pet bird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Mom, I want a pet like Sissy.  How about a pet bird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, buddy.  A bird is a lot of responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I can be responsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, you are not ready. You don't even follow the rules about Sissy's guinea pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I can follow the rules. I want a pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I know you want to follow the rules, but you just aren't ready yet. Can we talk about something else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: I want a pet like Sissy. How about a pet bird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: No, we are not getting a pet bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: We'll see, Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on and on - the length of several car rides. Please, someone punch me in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2253907157082809814?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2253907157082809814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2253907157082809814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2253907157082809814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1669009690689976807</id><published>2011-08-29T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:42:58.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning on our way to church my girl was having a rough go.  Then she learned that her cousin would still be in school while we are there for a visit in a few weeks.  Then everything that anyone said or didn't say was just adding to her angst.  By the time we were within a mile of the church she declared it the WORST DAY EVER.  "This is my worst day ever.  ***** is going to be in school while we are there.  She gets to be in the wedding.  Addy is ignoring me.  I have to go to my class and I feel like my mom doesn't even care about me!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does she go to school full day?? Um, Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is my worst day ever!  ***** is going to be in school.  She goes full day.  I won't even get to play with her.  She gets to be in the wedding and I don't.  Addy is ignoring me.  I have to go to my class and I feel like my mom doesn't even care about me.  Now Koleson is laughing at me.  Stop it, Koleson! This is my worst.day.EVER."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, just punch me in the face.  It would be less painful than listening to this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1669009690689976807?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1669009690689976807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1669009690689976807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1669009690689976807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5786635906833840451</id><published>2011-08-26T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:32:03.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days o Punching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We read &lt;a href="http://ministrysofabulous.com/2011/08/23/i-prayed-for-these-children/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; and instantly felt a kind of connection. It seemed that Amy Beth had summed up the kind of week we had been living here on the surface of the sun.  We love our people.  But take the first week of school, mix in tired children, and stir in nuts (which is how we are feeling) then bake at 184 degrees (which is the approximate temperature here in our fine city), and you get some tough days.  From reading her blog, we know that Amy Beth's heart is for every child.  We are for all the people in our lives as well, but we thought we could have some fun with it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we present you with the Days o Punching...  a Festivus of sorts in which we can vent about our days free from guilt.  Allowing us to laugh at our circumstances and keeping them in perspective.  It's the small stuff... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Note: It is titled the 12 Days o Punching because the "f" key is broken.  And it makes me giggle a little :)*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5786635906833840451?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5786635906833840451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/12-days-o-punching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5786635906833840451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5786635906833840451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/12-days-o-punching.html' title='12 Days o Punching'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2646750297888216124</id><published>2011-08-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T11:28:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A most special addition</title><content type='html'>So, I am embarrassed to see how long it has been since we posted anything on here.  Obviously, there has been way too much gone on in the past couple of months to document my absence.  The highlight of our summer, that I can't not mention, is that we officially have a new family member!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend of so-many-years-that-I-don't-want-to-mention-because-it-makes-me-feel-old and her family legally adopted a baby boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3nGEQMu1Qo/Tj2DSHY37mI/AAAAAAAAASU/cN1rKIQMIjU/s1600/IMG_7504_edited-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3nGEQMu1Qo/Tj2DSHY37mI/AAAAAAAAASU/cN1rKIQMIjU/s320/IMG_7504_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637806655781989986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I know, isn't he the most adorable thing???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson Matthew was born on my former anniversary, while my divorce was pending. It was such special timing to me to not only celebrate his birth, but that he will always be a reminder that new life is born even in the midst of mourning.  After nearly 6 months of waiting, his mom, dad and brother are able to breathe a sigh of relief that, legally speaking, Hudson is forever a part of their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hudson, we are so excited to have you in our family!  Our God has lavished love on you and your family in so many ways.  I, personally, am most excited that you get to grow up in a family that loves the Lord and is dedicated to teaching you about Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other highlights for me have been:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching Gabriel get to be a big brother again.  He will always have your back, of that I am certain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing your daddy with another daddy's boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I will always enjoy watching the sister of my heart get to love another child of her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing Alivia care for you since the day of your arrival.  She has a special bond with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love, love, love that you resemble, in so many ways, your brother Burke.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our God has such a big plan for your life, little Hudson.  And I am so honored that I get to be your "favorite" aunt forever. I love you, Hudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2646750297888216124?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2646750297888216124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/most-special-addition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2646750297888216124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2646750297888216124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/most-special-addition.html' title='A most special addition'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3nGEQMu1Qo/Tj2DSHY37mI/AAAAAAAAASU/cN1rKIQMIjU/s72-c/IMG_7504_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-745681912472012024</id><published>2011-05-18T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:17:17.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Preschool Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It hit me out of left field.  My baby girl.  So much has changed for her over the past 2 years that she has been in preschool.  She has grown up and matured in ways that I couldn't have ever imagined that she would have to.  Her teacher showed a slideshow of pictures from this school year.  And I couldn't stop the tears.  Then the last song on the slideshow was "Let Them Be Little". It was almost more than I could take.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49mt6Nuhfsw/TdRg4gXgRgI/AAAAAAAAASI/fxXzp4qDKeY/s1600/070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49mt6Nuhfsw/TdRg4gXgRgI/AAAAAAAAASI/fxXzp4qDKeY/s320/070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213959860569602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alivia, I love the girl you are becoming.  You make me so proud.  As I stood there and watched you await your journal, I could see the pride all over your face.  You were about to burst with joy.  You were so confident and big as you announced that you wanted to be a "baby doctor" when you grow up.  Please keep that confidence in your life as you continue to grow into the woman God created you to be.  But, please, be little for as long as you can.  I love you more than there are words. I am so proud to call you my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-745681912472012024?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/745681912472012024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/05/preschool-graduate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/745681912472012024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/745681912472012024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/05/preschool-graduate.html' title='The Preschool Graduate'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49mt6Nuhfsw/TdRg4gXgRgI/AAAAAAAAASI/fxXzp4qDKeY/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7398369133630106386</id><published>2011-05-02T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T17:21:36.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mind doesn't even want to acknowledge that you are 2 years old today.  The thought of you getting big is too much for my heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you to know, Koleson, that you bring joy to our lives everyday.  You are a gift to our family and you make us laugh more and love better.  We treasure you and the pure sweetness you are to your mama.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will always love you, Koli.  We will always fight for your best, love you in your worst, and celebrate everything about how God made you.  Chris, Addy, Brody and I are so grateful that our Lord saw it fit to knit our families so close together.  You, little one, are nothing short of miraculous. We couldn't be more crazy about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7398369133630106386?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7398369133630106386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/05/koli.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7398369133630106386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7398369133630106386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/05/koli.html' title='Koli'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-775742341253197920</id><published>2011-04-28T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:21:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extraordinary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't shared a lot about Koleson on here.  He is an outgoing little boy who loves his mama and his big sister.  He uses sign and words to communicate.  He is has recently begun enjoying playing with cars and trains.  And balls.  He is playful and a touch mischievious.  His eyes are so blue that people comment on them just about every day.  In addition, he receives early intervention services.  He gets speech therapy and has recently begun occupational therapy.  I work in this field and am familiar with the benefits that come with early intervention.  I am so grateful for the advantages these therapists offer us.  I also understand there's a certain process you have to go through when your child has any kind of special needs.  I am in that process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we went to prayer service at our church.  Koleson and I sat in the back with some toys.  I was having a wonderful time watching my beautiful little boy play quietly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We began to sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We won't be satisfied with anything ordinary.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We won't be satisfied at all.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We won't be satisfied with anything ordinary.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We won't be satisfied at all.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Open up the sky, pour down like rain.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We don't want blessings, we want You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Open up the sky, pour down like fire.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We don't want anything but You."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stared at him as I sang.  I realized that he may not be "ordinary". But, I wouldn't be satisfied with anyone else.  That little boy brings unbridled joy.  I don't want to live my life in such a way that I am always looking for the next blessing, always searching for more than what I have.  I hope to live my life seeking Him and discovering the blessings as He sees fit to hand them out. And He does.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, some of the time, they are extra-ordinary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one is named Koleson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-775742341253197920?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/775742341253197920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/extraordinary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/775742341253197920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/775742341253197920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/extraordinary.html' title='extraordinary'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-747865334439085820</id><published>2011-04-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T15:23:00.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and my girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alivia is 5 and she seems to become more mature with every passing day.  She is a spirited, social, has-her-mind-made-up kind of girl.  She is a rockstar big sister and a really great friend.  And, I know I am 100% biased, but can I just say, the girl is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mI4IhJiQc/TajqL_8EnvI/AAAAAAAAASA/bABww9j2FRo/s1600/IMG_6443.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mI4IhJiQc/TajqL_8EnvI/AAAAAAAAASA/bABww9j2FRo/s320/IMG_6443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595980028870696690" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Here she is modeling her bedhead along with some Christmas gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoVViWNcJfw/TajqLrIU8jI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sJwpQzTN55g/s1600/004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoVViWNcJfw/TajqLrIU8jI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sJwpQzTN55g/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595980023284953650" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Love this picture of her in the mudpit.  This is such a fun representation of who she is.  She kind of tiptoed into the mud very cautiously.  But once she had tested it out, she was all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uCG07KdI9E/TajqLEoMytI/AAAAAAAAARw/_XpC7dcJE6U/s1600/090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uCG07KdI9E/TajqLEoMytI/AAAAAAAAARw/_XpC7dcJE6U/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595980012949654226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alivia, you light up my life.  You teach me and inspire me each and every day.  Your faith in the Lord is beautiful.  And, I'm so thankful I get to be your mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6608078686073149605-747865334439085820?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/747865334439085820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-my-girl_20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/747865334439085820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/747865334439085820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-my-girl_20.html' title='and my girl'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-mI4IhJiQc/TajqL_8EnvI/AAAAAAAAASA/bABww9j2FRo/s72-c/IMG_6443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8469363600384216823</id><published>2011-04-17T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T05:39:00.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>my boy</title><content type='html'>Koleson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Lrr2hUA2gQ/TajmyJTKd1I/AAAAAAAAARo/SDPodEpECPc/s1600/008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Lrr2hUA2gQ/TajmyJTKd1I/AAAAAAAAARo/SDPodEpECPc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976286171985746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is going to be 2 in a couple of weeks.  I am in denial.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AwofayhwWM/Tajmx4zEVXI/AAAAAAAAARg/KmN_VGaJs_8/s1600/024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6AwofayhwWM/Tajmx4zEVXI/AAAAAAAAARg/KmN_VGaJs_8/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976281742398834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing the freaky face game with Aunt Brandy.  It's a special bond these 2 have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0VaXBvYD1c/TajmxSx2PdI/AAAAAAAAARY/taOoFzkP2Ts/s1600/030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V0VaXBvYD1c/TajmxSx2PdI/AAAAAAAAARY/taOoFzkP2Ts/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595976271536733650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking through the binoculars.  Always on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how different it would be to mother a boy.  I still don't really know, I am only beginning to figure it out.  What I do know is that little baby boy stole my heart nearly 2 years ago in a very different way than his sister had 3&amp;amp;1/2 years prior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8469363600384216823?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8469363600384216823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8469363600384216823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8469363600384216823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-boy.html' title='my boy'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Lrr2hUA2gQ/TajmyJTKd1I/AAAAAAAAARo/SDPodEpECPc/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5912556061734420561</id><published>2011-04-15T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:03:55.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>I recently read MaryBeth Chapman"s book "Choosing to SEE".  There is one scene she describes that I have reflected back on a few times now.  She talks about the day that her daughter passed away.  They left the hospital and headed to their church to be surrounded by their church family who had gathered to pray.  She is met by a small group of friends who take her into the bathroom and proceed to help her our of her clothes that are stained in her daughter's blood.  Her friends, were able to recognize her need in a time when she was completely unaware of what her needs might be.  One friend gave her a shirt, one a bra, and one pants.  She returned to her family.  Those 3 friends sat in the bathroom in their literal nakedness while they waited for someone to bring them some clothes in exchange.  And, for a moment, they helped clothe their friend in her most figuratively naked moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sobbed as I read this passage.  SOBBED.  And I praised the Lord that I get to be a part of a group of women who will stand naked in a bathroom for me.  Every.single.time.  I strive to be a friend who does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the girls in my life who are striving to hold on to relationships that are unhealthy at best: my prayer for you is that you will strive to surround yourself with friends who will stand naked for you in a bathroom. Friends who would not even consider their own embarrassment or insecurities during your deepest time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5912556061734420561?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5912556061734420561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/friendship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5912556061734420561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5912556061734420561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7175043110026683592</id><published>2011-04-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:58:05.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;We live in an era where few people are held responsible for their misbehavior.  This statement was made by Steven Reiss, Emeritus Professor of Psychology and Psychiatry at Ohio State University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I reminisce back to when I was a child and think about how things were handled when I was young.  I ask myself, was I allowed to blame everything I ever did wrong on someone else?  After about 10 seconds of reflection, the answer was a resounding NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I am choosing to post this because I feel like our families and homes are falling apart because adults are choosing to not take personal responsibility for their actions.  To make it worse, these same adults teach their children to shun responsibility. We need to stop living a life of BUTS.  I will give a few examples of what living a life of BUTS looks like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know I said this and it hurt your feeling, BUT, you did this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am sorry I did..... BUT, it was because.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;How about we adopt an attitude of personal responsibility?  Why don't we just accept responsibility and say something like.... I am sorry for hurting you.  It was wrong.  Please forgive me.  Wouldn't we all feel better about ourselves and others if we knew that we were willing and others were willing to own their own behavior?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;All this to say....Life is hard and relationships with others is difficult.  There is no magic formula to make things work out the way we want them. At the end of the day, I want to be able to go to sleep with a clear conscious, knowing that I have been true to my God and to myself and have owned my words and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6608078686073149605-7175043110026683592?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7175043110026683592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7175043110026683592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7175043110026683592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously??'/><author><name>3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778980673340453465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AHmAV6Ka3TI/SuxVeNVxhWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Kqmf-rmd3ds/S220/IMG_2005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2047410754611530870</id><published>2011-03-27T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:13:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take care</title><content type='html'>The past few years I have been so focused on others and their needs that I have really forgotten to take care of myself.  I get the kids ready and only if I have extra time get myself ready.  If not, I just throw on whatever is clean (or the closest thing to it), brush my teeth and usually toss on some flip flops.  I have had some big dental issues that I have ignored due to lack of funds. And I will generally forget to eat something until I am on my way to work and end up hitting a drive through.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have had a couple of challenges lately.  My dad told me that I have to start taking care of myself because my kids need me well to take care of them.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmmm, good point.&lt;/span&gt;  Alivia told me the other day, "Mommy, my body is healthier than yours because you drink so much soda."  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Again, a valid point.&lt;/span&gt;  During our last week of study of the life of David, I was challenged to take God at His word that I am His good choice.  He has chosen me to live this life because He says I am the on He wants to do so. Okay.  Here I am, ready to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my goals for the week:&lt;br /&gt;* Drink more water&lt;br /&gt;* Participate in 3 classes at the gym&lt;br /&gt;* Schedule a dental appointment for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2047410754611530870?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2047410754611530870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-care.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2047410754611530870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2047410754611530870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-care.html' title='take care'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4562704227766572927</id><published>2011-03-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:26:18.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a light airing of grievances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your reading enjoyment, a light airing of grievances.  This list was composed with the help of Brandy. Any and all grievances containing incriminating evidence and possible curse words have been omitted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Women with man hands, for the love, wear gloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**This was Brandy's, since I happen to possess a pair.  I'm headed out to purchase some gloves right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-People who drive 27 miles with their right blinker on and then make a left turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-People who drive cars worth more than their houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mom, mom, mom, mom, mooommm, mooommmmy, mooommmmmyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hearing people eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When people say, "I forgot to eat."  In our world that is equivalent to "I forgot to breathe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Improper facebook etiquiette: STOP YELLING AT US!, We don't care to hear the minute by minute run down of your each and every day, writing about every detail of your dysfunctional relationship, cyberbullies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Calliou and Whinese in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-A lunch system that charges you full price for a lunch when you purchase milk.  The same lunch system that charges your child for breakfast when she only goes to school from 12 to 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's bugging you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4562704227766572927?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4562704227766572927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-airing-of-grievances.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4562704227766572927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4562704227766572927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-airing-of-grievances.html' title='a light airing of grievances'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1530858012968247189</id><published>2011-03-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T18:44:41.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that made me laugh this week.</title><content type='html'>*Alivia, in all matters of seriousness, telling me she doesn't like the word turd because it means (in a whispered voice) "poop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That the term dum bass has taken off...&lt;a href="http://damomma.com/2011/03/23/festivus-bonus-witty-dum-bass-retort"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I laid Koleson down for a nap at Aunt Brandy's house.  He was fighting sleep and crying.  We hear from the bedroom: "Elp, Koka!" Translated "Help, Mocha!"  (Mocha is their teacup chihuahua.)   I'm sure she would be a great help in your escape attempt, Koli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This video that has inspired many a one liners that have cracked me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cNRFGvGRUgE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more than a week ago, but definitely needs to be noted: the shake weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has made you laugh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/6608078686073149605-1530858012968247189?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1530858012968247189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-made-me-laugh-this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1530858012968247189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1530858012968247189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-made-me-laugh-this-week.html' title='Things that made me laugh this week.'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cNRFGvGRUgE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1422618909411706221</id><published>2011-03-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:14:48.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;We wait in hope for the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;   he is our help and our &lt;b&gt;shield&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; In him our hearts rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;   for we trust in his holy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May your unfailing love be with us, LORD,&lt;br /&gt;   even as we put our hope in you.   Psalm 33:20-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1422618909411706221?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1422618909411706221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-wait-in-hope-for-lord-he-is-our-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1422618909411706221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1422618909411706221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-wait-in-hope-for-lord-he-is-our-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1138840458117816718</id><published>2011-03-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:10:42.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day.  We haven't celebrated Brandy's birthday in a few years. Today we did.  And last weekend we did.  I love the extended birthdays...Especially when they include a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top 10 things I love about Brandy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She is a rockstar aunt to my babies.&lt;br /&gt;9. She knows me better than anyone else and still chooses to hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;8. She laughed when I forgot my ID.  And still laughs...&lt;br /&gt;7. She has pictures of me from high school...tucked away in a box somewhere.  And hopefully, they stay there safe and secure.&lt;br /&gt;6. She came home from out of town when I thought I might be in labor with Koleson, just in case.  Even though I insisted she need not since we had until at least tomorrow before anything would happen...And she and Timmarie made it to the hospital with very little time to spare.  What a nice surprise!&lt;br /&gt;5. She takes care of me when I need it.  And when I am too proud to ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;4. We laugh together. She almost made me hyperventilate once in college.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our children love each other and do life together.&lt;br /&gt;2. She possess an equal amount of flight response as I do when times get tough.&lt;br /&gt;1. She thinks inappropriate humor is, sometimes, very appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandy, Thanks for being my sister and my friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1138840458117816718?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1138840458117816718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1138840458117816718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1138840458117816718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-day.html' title='This day'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6442919463159773392</id><published>2011-03-15T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:10:23.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversation</title><content type='html'>I overheard the following statements tonight while Alivia and her cousin Gabe were eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia: "What are your favorite things?"&lt;br /&gt;Gabe: "Beefaroni and God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia: "I don't really like Beefaroni anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Gabe: "You have gone to the other side.  The side of the republic where they don't like beefaroni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia to Gabes: "I love Jesus and God a hundred million.  I love you a hundred. I love you guys a lot.  Just not as much as God and Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6442919463159773392?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6442919463159773392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner-conversation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6442919463159773392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6442919463159773392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner-conversation.html' title='Dinner Conversation'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4239006019656835422</id><published>2011-03-03T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:28:02.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life</title><content type='html'>These are some random happenings from a typical day when I don't have to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*currently listening to 2 little girls play "therapy".  One is the therapist, one is the assistant.  They are playing bubbles with "their students".  It's so precious I can hardly stand it.  I just overheard that the kids freak out if they get time out, so instead they just have to drink from a bottle.  &lt;br /&gt;That's a kind of therapy I can get behind, people...I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My dad came over and brought the kids a gift from him and Gramma.  It is a sand and water table.  The funny thing is that I asked for a water table for Alivia's 2nd Christmas.  They couldn't find one that year.  Apparently Gramma Vera has a good memory, she called me a couple of days ago and asked if the kids would like one.  Grampa brought it over today and Alivia helped/bossed him put it together.  The kids played in that water for over an hour.  Koleson was wet from head to toe.  I think it is fair to say a good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brody just explained to me the many special qualities of a Giant Squid.  He teaches me so many things, such as did you know that the giant squid uses his tentacles to walk along the surface of the sand as well??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I may or may not have seen Chris pull out some swiss cake rolls from deep within their pantry.  And I may or may not have assumed it was ok if I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I got to go to the grocery store all alone while my dad and the kids played outside.  This is a big deal in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the days when I get to do regular things with my kids.  It's where the special moments are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4239006019656835422?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4239006019656835422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4239006019656835422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4239006019656835422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-in-life.html' title='a day in the life'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-948004646579649648</id><published>2011-03-01T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:14:14.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say it's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>Dear Timmarie, &lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to call you friend. Happy birthday!  I pray that this year finds you even more blessed than the ones that came before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked some of your peeps what they appreciated best about you.  Here's what they had to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia said, "I like her dresses."&lt;br /&gt;Gabes said, "She makes food for us."&lt;br /&gt;Koleson said, "Thooba, thooba, thooba."&lt;br /&gt;Addison said, "That she is nice and pretty."&lt;br /&gt;Brody said, "I like that she cooks and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;And I think Hudson would say he likes when you hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-948004646579649648?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/948004646579649648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-say-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/948004646579649648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/948004646579649648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='they say it&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2887799838251262259</id><published>2011-02-23T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:03:22.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep, still here, after all this time.</title><content type='html'>Life just keeps moving at warp speed, doesn't it??  I have so much to say and no idea how to say it, so here are some updates about my life these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have been doing Beth Moore's study of David, A Heart Like His.  This is the second time I have done it and I marvel at how personal our God is.  Each time it has spoken to me exactly where I was at on a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We are still adjusting to me working and the kids being cared for by people other than me.  Some weeks are better than others.  But, I definitely sense the Lord leading me in a new direction once Alivia starts kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Um, my baby girl is going to kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am beginning to accept the fact that it is time for Mommy to find a new career.  This is particularly difficult being that I thought I was going to be a career mommy.  But, I know the Lord will bless me with the ability and drive to enjoy both and do both well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Divorce is complicated.  And hard.  And maddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am taking a girls trip out of town in a few weeks and I am ever so excited!  I can't wait to celebrate my best friends life and have 3 days of grown up conversation.  Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2887799838251262259?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2887799838251262259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/yep-still-here-after-all-this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2887799838251262259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2887799838251262259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/yep-still-here-after-all-this-time.html' title='Yep, still here, after all this time.'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5506647782495054908</id><published>2011-02-12T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:14:30.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNZ5NDLNDqI/TVdahUCpKhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/boK4KtM1b4U/s1600/2.11.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNZ5NDLNDqI/TVdahUCpKhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/boK4KtM1b4U/s320/2.11.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573022592256256530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the kids and I joined some family and released some balloons in memory of their Uncle Scott who passed away a year ago.  We read the scripture we used at his funeral. &lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 55:12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You will go out in joy &lt;br /&gt;   and be led forth in peace; &lt;br /&gt;the mountains and hills &lt;br /&gt;   will burst into song before you, &lt;br /&gt;and all the trees of the field &lt;br /&gt;   will clap their hands.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This scripture is especially meaningful to me in regards to Scott's life.  He was an avid camper/fisherman.  I believe that Scott went out in joy and that Jesus led him forth in peace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first balloon floated out of sight, Alivia said "That one is in heaven."  Kevin asked her what would happen with the balloons and she said, "Uncle Scott will get them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott, you are deeply missed.  I pray that your legacy of a life transformed will live on.  Your life journey was full of inspiration.  I hope that you are enjoying fishing in the streams of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5506647782495054908?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5506647782495054908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembrance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5506647782495054908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5506647782495054908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembrance.html' title='Remembrance'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNZ5NDLNDqI/TVdahUCpKhI/AAAAAAAAARQ/boK4KtM1b4U/s72-c/2.11.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2383418310859254863</id><published>2011-01-27T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:54:55.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A decade</title><content type='html'>I saw this idea on &lt;a href="http://elizabethallred.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elizabeth's&lt;/a&gt; page.  I thought I would give it a try.  My life has changed in so many ways over the past 10 years.  I need to see it on paper (or on the screen as it may be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000-Bought a house with my best friend Brandy. Two single women with budding careers making our way in the world.  This is the year that I really began building a relationship with Christ.  This is the year that Timmarie and I met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001-Helped Brandy plan her wedding. We "Rocked the Reception" before it was coined. Contemplated how precious life is as we watched the twin towers fall on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002-Fell in love.  Got engaged.  And met, for the first time, the family I now call friends- who live not close enough for my taste.  Co-taught a teen girls bible study with Timmarie.  Realized that I wanted her to become a life-long friend. Got the call that Addison had pushed her way into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003- Prepared for the fact that my future husband would probably be sent to war.  Sold our house.  Got married.  Watched our country go to war and waited on pins and needles for "the call".  Watched as my nephew, Gabriel, came into this world and moved straight into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004-Began to understand what people meant when they told me marriage is hard.  Went to marriage counseling. Came to rely on the Lord in ways I never had to before.  Saw the Lord's hand move mightily in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005-Got the call that Brody was on his way.  Wondered why I was always out of town when Timm had her babies...Discovered I was pregnant and became a little obsessed with all things fetal. Had a beautiful baby girl, finally agreed on a name, and discovered that all my years of training and experience had not prepared me one bit for motherhood.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-Became a stay at home mom.  Sent my husband across the country to train for war.  Tried to offer support to a friend when her world flipped upside down.  Celebrated my baby girl turning one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-Sent my husband to war and layed my fears at the Lords feet-repeatedly.  Sat with my baby girl in the hospital while she struggled to breathe. Had my character built in more ways than I can count.  Welcomed Brandy's second baby boy and had a blast watching the cousins get to know each other.  Contemplated buying a house.  Had an anxiety attack.  Decided it wasn't the right time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008-Welcomed my husband home.  Transitioned from a family of 2 to a family of 3.  Alivia got to know her dad with much trepidation.  Kevin took a job across the state.  Got a middle of the night call that rocked my world.  Brandy's second son had passed away.  Walked with my dearest friends through their darkest days.  Knew my life had changed forever.  I went back to work part time.  Began training to teach military couples on the strong bonds of marriage.  During this training, I discovered I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009-Became the primary breadwinner-on a very small part time income.  Experienced more stress than I should have tried to bear.  My water broke prematurely and we welcomed a very small but very healthy son into our family.  Tried to adjust to life as a family of 4.  Discovered head knowledge does not equal heart knowledge.  After much prayer and trepidation, I asked Kevin for a separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010-Fought hard for my marriage.  Learned a lot of hard lessons about the Character of God.  Said goodbye to a brother-in-law and friend. Went to marriage counseling.  Had my world rocked in ways I had hoped would never be.  Watched the metaphorical house of cards fall.  After much prayer, filed for divorce.  Began to readjust to life as a family of 3.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for 2011 is that I continue to grow in my relationship with the Lord and that I never grow cold to His unfailing faithfulness.  Even in my darkest, loneliest day over the past 10 years, He has been with me.  He is my comforter, my protector and ALWAYS has my best interest at heart.  I hope that 2011 has less hard lessons.  But even if it doesn't, I trust that my God is the same.  Yesterday, Today and Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2383418310859254863?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2383418310859254863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/decade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2383418310859254863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2383418310859254863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/decade.html' title='A decade'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7594073475282794066</id><published>2011-01-16T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:54:50.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Elves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our family home has had some quirks since we bought it.  And we had gained some extras as time has gone on.  Our littles have needed some services more than we have needed a kitchen sink that didn't turn itself off.  Back in October, one of our toilets broke.  And our replacement toilet didn't fit under the countertop.  When Chris had surgery in October (I know - it was a killer month) he fell into our bathroom wall creating a giant hole.  It's just stuff - little annoyances here and there that we just could never get to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over Christmas, we were able to spend a glorious week of vacation with my family...the 4 of us together for 8 days was a sweet, sweet thing.  We got home and mourned that our time together was coming to an end.  And then we noticed: the drywall down our hallway had been repaired.  And then we noticed a working toilet.  And less of a countertop. And a working sink.  And no more hole in our bathroom.  Little elves had entered while we had been away and blessed us tremendously with not just the gift of repairs, but of more TIME as a family.  These acts of service were beyond kind, they were a clear reminder that God does see the littlest details.  The anonymous givers blessed a hard-working husband and father, and brought much celebration into our home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7594073475282794066?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7594073475282794066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-elves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7594073475282794066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7594073475282794066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-elves.html' title='Little Elves...'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8532015456897015953</id><published>2011-01-10T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:53:43.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TStHgOkG4mI/AAAAAAAAATc/BLb4ocXTwqs/s1600/71998_10150109056668980_587153979_7385626_7327975_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TStHgOkG4mI/AAAAAAAAATc/BLb4ocXTwqs/s320/71998_10150109056668980_587153979_7385626_7327975_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560616783909937762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it for one minute that you are now six, Brody.  I remember your tiny body fitting into preemie clothes for the first few weeks of your life, and I just don't know how we got to the place where you are in a size 3 1/2 shoe.  You are a tall, blue-eyed explosion of energy.  Your smile is incredible.  Your laugh completely infectious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not sure how to put into words what I feel when it comes to you.  You are a reminder of God's goodness, and yet His mysteriousness.  You are evidence of His grace and of His delight.  Your life is covered in His fingerprints - a constant image of the Hope we have in Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You love your friends young and old.  You adore your Gma K.  You always want to go to G's house.  You are a computer guy.  And an animal guy.  And a smart guy.  Your report card brought me untold joy when it stated that you talk excessively in class!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much to celebrate about you, Brody.  And I want to take every opportunity that the Lord allows to do just that!  I love you to the moon and back.  And even beyond that, sweet boy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8532015456897015953?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8532015456897015953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8532015456897015953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8532015456897015953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TStHgOkG4mI/AAAAAAAAATc/BLb4ocXTwqs/s72-c/71998_10150109056668980_587153979_7385626_7327975_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8344312884423198520</id><published>2011-01-01T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:29:09.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I have at least 3 partial posts waiting to be completed.  I have so much I want to share with all of you, and I want to write about 2010 and my hopes for 2011.  But, these past couple of weeks have been filled with celebrating the birth of our Savior, my daughter's 5th birthday, Alivia &amp; Brody's birthday party, a week off with my kiddos, and the birth of a baby.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now I say, Happy New Year...and I hope to be back to writing on the blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8344312884423198520?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8344312884423198520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8344312884423198520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8344312884423198520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2901827046725963233</id><published>2010-12-22T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:04:41.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective 5</title><content type='html'>Things I am thankful for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the book "Making Kids Mind So You Don't Lose Yours".  Today I read a chapter that hit on right where we are at these days.  It gave me hope that we don't have to be stuck in this cycle forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Karaoke on the wii.  It is so much fun to play with my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the way Koleson stopped in his tracks and headed straight for me when he heard my voice after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the opportunity to be called mom each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2901827046725963233?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2901827046725963233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2901827046725963233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2901827046725963233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective-5.html' title='Perspective 5'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7628054132631879629</id><published>2010-12-20T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:45:36.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective 4</title><content type='html'>I had to fill out some financial paperwork last week. The lady behind the counter was running some numbers.  This is what our conversation looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: What other income or assistance do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: None.  That is my total monthly income. &lt;br /&gt;Her: These numbers don't work.  You fall so far below the poverty line.  How do you live? Even if I double your income, you still fall below the poverty line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left that office feeling so humbled.  I do not live in poverty.  I look around my beautiful home at my beautiful children.  I consider that I have never had to hear the cries of my children due to hunger in their bellies.  I have not had to pile us together to create enough heat to keep us warm.  I have not had to sleep on the street.  I do not live in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Dareth.  I am a child of the most loving Father.  And I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you that help us in a plethora of ways: I am humbled.  &lt;br /&gt;To those who feed us: I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who pray for me and my family: I am eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7628054132631879629?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7628054132631879629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective-4.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7628054132631879629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7628054132631879629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective-4.html' title='perspective 4'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5042387676019430957</id><published>2010-12-16T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:02:54.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective 3</title><content type='html'>Things I am thankful for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia gets to continue in preschool for the rest of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For finances that work for our family even when it doesn't make sense. Especially when they don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents that support me during all seasons, especially the tough ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the car with Alivia while Koleson dances along :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5042387676019430957?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5042387676019430957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5042387676019430957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5042387676019430957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective-3.html' title='perspective 3'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6865426026982530993</id><published>2010-12-14T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T18:06:16.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective2</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     a job in which I get to see God's hand move everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     a clean house.  In fact, a house. Messy or clean, I am grateful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Brandy and Timmarie.  For too many reasons to count.  But for this list, I thank them for loving my children like their own and being willing to care for them while I work.  It has made going back to work bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     the opportunity to pray for others.  It allows me to step out of my own troubles and bring my focus back to the Lord, where it should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6865426026982530993?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6865426026982530993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6865426026982530993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6865426026982530993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective2.html' title='perspective2'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7119995361120769067</id><published>2010-12-14T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:44:20.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TQeeqq0mF5I/AAAAAAAAATM/VhtSx6giRUE/s1600/sahuaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TQeeqq0mF5I/AAAAAAAAATM/VhtSx6giRUE/s320/sahuaro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550579521644009362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7119995361120769067?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7119995361120769067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7119995361120769067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7119995361120769067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TQeeqq0mF5I/AAAAAAAAATM/VhtSx6giRUE/s72-c/sahuaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5336243165181209227</id><published>2010-12-13T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:28:32.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are 2 little girls, painting toenails and putting on makeup, chatting away like good friends do.  I love them so much I could cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5336243165181209227?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5336243165181209227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/right-now.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5336243165181209227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5336243165181209227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6201746960465533131</id><published>2010-12-11T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:15:53.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>a dose of perspective</title><content type='html'>I got my sister's annual Christmas letter in the mail this week and in it she posed the question: "If tomorrow you had only the things you were grateful for today, what would you have?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can keep this at the forefront of my mind, I think it could change my life. &lt;br /&gt;Since the 30 day challenge was a good way for me to stay connected to this blog, I am going to try and check in each day for 30 days and share some of the things (big and little) that I am grateful for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      for friendships that stand through things we shouldn't have to face alone &lt;br /&gt;      (or have to face at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      for the sign language that Koleson is using to communicate.  &lt;br /&gt;      Less screaming = Happier Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      for dancing in Aunt Brandy's playroom surrounded by children whom I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      that Kevin helped give me two beautiful and precious children. &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I choked a little on one of those, but it's important for the perspective :)&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6201746960465533131?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6201746960465533131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/dose-of-perspective.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6201746960465533131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6201746960465533131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/12/dose-of-perspective.html' title='a dose of perspective'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2482938608228739267</id><published>2010-11-22T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:43:00.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 of 30</title><content type='html'>Most wonderful time of the year...here we come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhsoBMcDdI/AAAAAAAAARA/_s4ApBZF0qg/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhsoBMcDdI/AAAAAAAAARA/_s4ApBZF0qg/s320/010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541798776250568146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2482938608228739267?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2482938608228739267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-30-of-30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2482938608228739267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2482938608228739267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-30-of-30.html' title='Day 30 of 30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhsoBMcDdI/AAAAAAAAARA/_s4ApBZF0qg/s72-c/010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1886554381491604855</id><published>2010-11-21T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T07:32:00.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>Wrapping paper shopping. We found the one we wanted. Apparently everyone else liked it as well.  We knew there had to be some more of those print in the 2 pallets worth of paper they had out.  We were on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhpCctwZYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pRxRYYkb_VA/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhpCctwZYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pRxRYYkb_VA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541794832268158338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And then I spotted it. In the middle of the bottom pallet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhpB5Eh6qI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZtGrTMA3uug/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhpB5Eh6qI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ZtGrTMA3uug/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541794822700001954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/6608078686073149605-1886554381491604855?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1886554381491604855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1886554381491604855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1886554381491604855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhpCctwZYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pRxRYYkb_VA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3962179911960042229</id><published>2010-11-20T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T16:22:55.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28/30</title><content type='html'>Here's the boys.  And I want to give a shout out to a man who loves a boy and takes him under his wing when he has lots of other people to love on in his life.  Chris has been a really special part of Koleson's life. And as his mom, I am oh-so-grateful.  Thank you Chris for loving my children just as they are.  And thank you Brody for allowing Koleson into your boy time.  I just know you guys are going to be such special friends for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhjv9R-2YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lc6xcE6RG0g/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhjv9R-2YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lc6xcE6RG0g/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541789017034381698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3962179911960042229?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3962179911960042229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/2830.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3962179911960042229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3962179911960042229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/2830.html' title='28/30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOhjv9R-2YI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Lc6xcE6RG0g/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7656169011950814231</id><published>2010-11-19T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:25:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>This is what it looks like when we just can't take anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSO9D6SX3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/SWbcKpeH4IY/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSO9D6SX3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/SWbcKpeH4IY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540710621245497202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7656169011950814231?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7656169011950814231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7656169011950814231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7656169011950814231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSO9D6SX3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/SWbcKpeH4IY/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5889397097586728940</id><published>2010-11-18T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:17:00.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>It's a special kind of tired that stands in Brody's way of eating a glazed donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSNUs2FMfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/G_RxdqEZfiA/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSNUs2FMfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/G_RxdqEZfiA/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540708828347445746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5889397097586728940?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5889397097586728940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5889397097586728940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5889397097586728940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSNUs2FMfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/G_RxdqEZfiA/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2484558221075164537</id><published>2010-11-17T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T17:51:05.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSFcYO96KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rl1WnZjWi20/s1600/off.to.school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSFcYO96KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rl1WnZjWi20/s320/off.to.school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540700164160612514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2484558221075164537?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2484558221075164537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2484558221075164537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2484558221075164537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TOSFcYO96KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rl1WnZjWi20/s72-c/off.to.school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1264865568408806423</id><published>2010-11-13T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T18:16:21.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Wasted - Day 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TN9GQGn8uKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gh8HdIfjg7k/s1600/willchoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TN9GQGn8uKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gh8HdIfjg7k/s320/willchoc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539223309159020706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my nephew.  We have a lot in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1264865568408806423?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1264865568408806423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/chocolate-wasted-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1264865568408806423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1264865568408806423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/chocolate-wasted-day.html' title='Chocolate Wasted - Day 24'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TN9GQGn8uKI/AAAAAAAAATE/Gh8HdIfjg7k/s72-c/willchoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5319957068655781362</id><published>2010-11-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:39:06.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>A pictureless post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard myself say to my daughter, "It's over there under the ironing board.  Over there, that thing that looks like a table.  That thing.  Do you see it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, I don't iron much (or ever) at my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5319957068655781362?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5319957068655781362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/23.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5319957068655781362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5319957068655781362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4366238339918503178</id><published>2010-11-11T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T07:05:00.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>Best friends and cousins.  I love the relationship that these 2 have.  Somedays they adore each other, some days they tolerate each other.  The age and gender gap is starting to show, but, they have always got each other's backs.  I love this picture.  You can see the joy in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsKDnqiZII/AAAAAAAAAQA/6gXp3YXNbcs/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsKDnqiZII/AAAAAAAAAQA/6gXp3YXNbcs/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538031224085439618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4366238339918503178?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4366238339918503178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4366238339918503178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4366238339918503178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsKDnqiZII/AAAAAAAAAQA/6gXp3YXNbcs/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7750754890907336311</id><published>2010-11-10T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:05:07.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 and 21</title><content type='html'>The best ride at the fair is on Aunt Brandy's golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsIPcbn70I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SSvcIAAqX-A/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsIPcbn70I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SSvcIAAqX-A/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538029228205272898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the food is always worth the trip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsIwHuwDKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u--Mtsv43xE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsIwHuwDKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u--Mtsv43xE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538029789584034978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7750754890907336311?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7750754890907336311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-and-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7750754890907336311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7750754890907336311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/20-and-21.html' title='20 and 21'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNsIPcbn70I/AAAAAAAAAPw/SSvcIAAqX-A/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7889784559566778280</id><published>2010-11-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:24:00.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR2V39BK_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/4OXQwi1fgn0/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR2V39BK_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/4OXQwi1fgn0/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536179960114392050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia asked me if we could put 2 ponytails in Koleson's hair.  I thought that was a sign that I couldn't put off his haircut any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I love the look of a nice haircut.  But I struggle with how big it makes him look.  I can no longer deny it.  I am the mom of a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR2Ve9aSpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/glzJZq_YOEY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR2Ve9aSpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/glzJZq_YOEY/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536179953405151890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7889784559566778280?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7889784559566778280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/number-19.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7889784559566778280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7889784559566778280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/number-19.html' title='number 19'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR2V39BK_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/4OXQwi1fgn0/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-422973519759734971</id><published>2010-11-07T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:30:01.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>Some things are meant to be taken seriously.  Apparently being appointed cheerleader at the pig races is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR344EihAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/md-bXsjt8Og/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR344EihAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/md-bXsjt8Og/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536181660952986626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-422973519759734971?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/422973519759734971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/422973519759734971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/422973519759734971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNR344EihAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/md-bXsjt8Og/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2016920441462300774</id><published>2010-11-06T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:10:00.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>My dad is recently retired and has become such an active part of my kids lives.  It is so precious!  For me, for him, and especially for them.  He decided the other day it would be fun if the 4 of us planted a garden in our backyard.  Now, the 2 kids probably have as much experience growing things as my dad and I put together.  So, this is quite the adventure!  I love that he is willing to dive in and help make memories with his grandchildren regardless if we never grow a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzSWEROTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/baqkGGu2EbM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzSWEROTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/baqkGGu2EbM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536176600943507762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzRURgcBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/h9JQs3-bQLE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzRURgcBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/h9JQs3-bQLE/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536176583282290706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzQpluY2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iyKyZuIGBkc/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzQpluY2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iyKyZuIGBkc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536176571824366434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost lost my dad a year or two before Alivia was born.  Looking back over the last 5 years, I am overwhelmed with gratitude.  Grateful that he is still here to teach me so many lessons.  And grateful that he is such a huge presence in my children's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2016920441462300774?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2016920441462300774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-17.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2016920441462300774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2016920441462300774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRzSWEROTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/baqkGGu2EbM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2313535125541210022</id><published>2010-11-05T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:30:42.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>Let's Discuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am chewing on &lt;a href="http://disabledchristianity.blogspot.com/2010/10/segregated-church-for-people-with.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; interesting post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2313535125541210022?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2313535125541210022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-discuss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2313535125541210022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2313535125541210022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-discuss.html' title='Let&apos;s Discuss'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5284729416929982343</id><published>2010-11-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:10:10.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16/30</title><content type='html'>We took the 3 littles out to dinner the other night.  It was such a nice treat.  We haven't eaten out in a real restaurant in quite a while.  And it went very smoothly.  The kids were so great.  They sat well, they ate well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRxTItjWXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lw1erfzd_Us/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRxTItjWXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lw1erfzd_Us/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536174415515179378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until they didn't anymore.  And then we knew it was time to get out of dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRxTRbD7eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pVyqGcc3CRQ/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRxTRbD7eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pVyqGcc3CRQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536174417853541858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5284729416929982343?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5284729416929982343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/1630.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5284729416929982343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5284729416929982343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/1630.html' title='16/30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TNRxTItjWXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/lw1erfzd_Us/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3565037496622924015</id><published>2010-11-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:52:55.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 bigs</title><content type='html'>I hope they stay friends forever.  Their friendship is precious.  I know it will change as they grow, but I hope they always can appreciate the friend that has been there through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brody, Alivia &amp;amp; Addison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN7m69V0jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TNHxca1HSp0/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN7m69V0jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TNHxca1HSp0/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531400675932885554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3565037496622924015?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3565037496622924015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-bigs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3565037496622924015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3565037496622924015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/3-bigs.html' title='The 3 bigs'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN7m69V0jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/TNHxca1HSp0/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1181215396325443550</id><published>2010-11-03T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:35:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM95FGzVA-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Imzvh65pLcc/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM95FGzVA-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Imzvh65pLcc/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534775595693835234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a big helper, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he was really doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM95YHnZxyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qTT2U4lpFVg/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM95YHnZxyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qTT2U4lpFVg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534775922329765666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1181215396325443550?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1181215396325443550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1181215396325443550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1181215396325443550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM95FGzVA-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/Imzvh65pLcc/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5191802633296892623</id><published>2010-11-02T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T07:31:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 of 30</title><content type='html'>I love Brody's creative streak.  I love the fact that he is not pressured into liking or disliking something because of peer pressure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you Jonah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM94M35C8YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9NpVoM6BH9Y/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM94M35C8YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9NpVoM6BH9Y/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534774629618610562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Noah.  Noah had an ark.  &lt;br /&gt;Jonah was swallowed by the giant whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5191802633296892623?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5191802633296892623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/13-of-30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5191802633296892623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5191802633296892623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/13-of-30.html' title='13 of 30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM94M35C8YI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9NpVoM6BH9Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5245447912372085167</id><published>2010-11-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:41:23.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day12</title><content type='html'>Outside of the new Lego store in one of our malls.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't Woody's sidekicks cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM96DkfRm0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ijiqw-2dHMc/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM96DkfRm0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ijiqw-2dHMc/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534776668814678850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5245447912372085167?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5245447912372085167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day12.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5245447912372085167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5245447912372085167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/day12.html' title='Day12'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM96DkfRm0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ijiqw-2dHMc/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3663143415442575422</id><published>2010-11-01T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:29:03.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>The Halloween-ies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM9y4ov12jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rRRz3Y1OjJo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM9y4ov12jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rRRz3Y1OjJo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534768784397949490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the halloweiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM93JTPBNxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KVjL7s5G0iE/s1600/hotdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM93JTPBNxI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KVjL7s5G0iE/s320/hotdog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534773468727424786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3663143415442575422?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3663143415442575422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3663143415442575422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3663143415442575422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TM9y4ov12jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rRRz3Y1OjJo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3199335826301894786</id><published>2010-11-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:19:00.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 of 30</title><content type='html'>Timmarie's kids have been asking for pillow pets for Christmas.  Apparently, our pillow pets are trying to help out with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzUapUndiI/AAAAAAAAANo/WV-0KU8F1RI/s1600/pillowpets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzUapUndiI/AAAAAAAAANo/WV-0KU8F1RI/s320/pillowpets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534031596365510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the gestation period is less than 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3199335826301894786?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3199335826301894786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/11-of-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3199335826301894786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3199335826301894786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/11/11-of-30.html' title='11 of 30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzUapUndiI/AAAAAAAAANo/WV-0KU8F1RI/s72-c/pillowpets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-617730184588623442</id><published>2010-10-30T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:42:34.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>numero 9</title><content type='html'>3 of the 4 dressed up and hit up our local pancake house for a free decorate your own pancake yesterday.  Love the cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzXgvYiicI/AAAAAAAAANw/Cv4VG6xWVoM/s1600/cuteness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzXgvYiicI/AAAAAAAAANw/Cv4VG6xWVoM/s320/cuteness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534034999606675906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was the picture we had prepped for yesterday, but had technical difficulties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-617730184588623442?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/617730184588623442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/numero-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/617730184588623442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/617730184588623442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/numero-9.html' title='numero 9'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzXgvYiicI/AAAAAAAAANw/Cv4VG6xWVoM/s72-c/cuteness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-9137091448933020724</id><published>2010-10-30T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:18:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 8</title><content type='html'>Frozen Hot Chocolate with Peppermint Whipped Cream.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzRdtOyXkI/AAAAAAAAANg/LMgNyLF1XYE/s1600/delish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzRdtOyXkI/AAAAAAAAANg/LMgNyLF1XYE/s320/delish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534028350419525186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a party. In your mouth...&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-9137091448933020724?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/9137091448933020724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/9137091448933020724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/9137091448933020724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8.html' title='day 8'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMzRdtOyXkI/AAAAAAAAANg/LMgNyLF1XYE/s72-c/delish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6064010075111052998</id><published>2010-10-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T19:27:21.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 of 30</title><content type='html'>Living up to our Random Moms title, we have slacked in the everyday posting.  Here is an update from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the state fair the other day. Actually, we have gone many days. We are frequenters of the fair.  &lt;br /&gt;We have so many fun fair pics, that I suspect you will be seeing more over the remaining days of this picture adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN66OUg80I/AAAAAAAAANI/eieKo-F62OE/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN66OUg80I/AAAAAAAAANI/eieKo-F62OE/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531399908036244290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN650qJmdI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z6cHCDp9BVU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN650qJmdI/AAAAAAAAANA/Z6cHCDp9BVU/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531399901147666898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN65hvhhyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0_pn1S3C9JI/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN65hvhhyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/0_pn1S3C9JI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531399896069932834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN65exHSxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yiY0-xk8yDQ/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN65exHSxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/yiY0-xk8yDQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531399895271295762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6064010075111052998?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6064010075111052998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-of-30_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6064010075111052998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6064010075111052998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-of-30_29.html' title='7 of 30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN66OUg80I/AAAAAAAAANI/eieKo-F62OE/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8420990039246583769</id><published>2010-10-27T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T11:42:37.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 of 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TMhyWwTFJRI/AAAAAAAAASs/Kjom2khAFXw/s1600/baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TMhyWwTFJRI/AAAAAAAAASs/Kjom2khAFXw/s320/baking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532797877472273682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall Bake Day.  Happy Faces, Full Hearts, Delicious Treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8420990039246583769?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8420990039246583769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-of-30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8420990039246583769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8420990039246583769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-of-30.html' title='Day 6 of 30'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TMhyWwTFJRI/AAAAAAAAASs/Kjom2khAFXw/s72-c/baking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6664307561626751743</id><published>2010-10-26T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:45:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN6JXMvw5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/eZs1zjGDCZI/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN6JXMvw5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/eZs1zjGDCZI/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531399068605989778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone say yesterday, "You know your parents love you.  But, you have no understanding of how much they love you until you have children of your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6664307561626751743?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6664307561626751743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6664307561626751743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6664307561626751743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN6JXMvw5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/eZs1zjGDCZI/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8452661377231732975</id><published>2010-10-24T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:55:31.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 of 30</title><content type='html'>I have a mild (or major) diet soda addiction.  So, this picture cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;That was actually empty when I gave it to him because he does not drink thin liquids.  But, boy, he sure worked hard getting nothing out of that straw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just could not pass up this photo op...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMUMxuBed_I/AAAAAAAAANY/-NbO9lYI4fA/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMUMxuBed_I/AAAAAAAAANY/-NbO9lYI4fA/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531841765601867762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8452661377231732975?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8452661377231732975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-of-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8452661377231732975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8452661377231732975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-of-30.html' title='4 of 30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMUMxuBed_I/AAAAAAAAANY/-NbO9lYI4fA/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4294823312216312772</id><published>2010-10-23T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:11:44.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>In my previous life (before I was a mom), I was very particular about my laundry.  I didn't want anyone else to touch my laundry.  I loved doing it.  I had a very specific system.  It never sat in the washer or in the dryer.  It was immediately hung and put away in an orderly fashion.  My closet was organized in the way the clothes hung and where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed.  I got married, had some kids, learned some tough life lessons and gained some new perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my clean laundry pile as of last night.  It has grown today...&lt;br /&gt;And, I am only slightly embarrassed to inform you that I haven't slept on my bed in 2 nights because I just don't have the energy to fold it and put it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN4bXFwv5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/3ieZr4zNnHs/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN4bXFwv5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/3ieZr4zNnHs/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531397178791083922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4294823312216312772?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4294823312216312772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4294823312216312772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4294823312216312772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMN4bXFwv5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/3ieZr4zNnHs/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4756769929692265835</id><published>2010-10-22T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:07:38.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TMIZEtr5gUI/AAAAAAAAASk/pQ-hx823axI/s1600/tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TMIZEtr5gUI/AAAAAAAAASk/pQ-hx823axI/s320/tub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531010861138280770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stole this picture from Dareth.  We were beyond blessed to spend a girl's weekend away with not just one of these giant jacuzzi tubs but 2.  And today, I am taking myself back to that happy place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4756769929692265835?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4756769929692265835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4756769929692265835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4756769929692265835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TMIZEtr5gUI/AAAAAAAAASk/pQ-hx823axI/s72-c/tub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3320395678108953346</id><published>2010-10-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:46:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biggestblessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; had an idea that we love!  We are borrowing it and will post 30 pictures over 30 days.  A glimpse into our everyday lives...enter at your own risk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia is loving spelling right now.  Most days begin with her grabbing some paper and a pen and asking me how to spell words.  I love this stage!  I bought her some cheese crackers with letters and we spent a morning spelling words of her choice (while trying to play defense against a certain grabsy 17 month old :)  Here's what we came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMB7N_iG2hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n7b-E3vhOz4/s1600/spelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMB7N_iG2hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n7b-E3vhOz4/s320/spelling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530555822733974034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3320395678108953346?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3320395678108953346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-of-30.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3320395678108953346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3320395678108953346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-of-30.html' title='Day 1 of 30'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TMB7N_iG2hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/n7b-E3vhOz4/s72-c/spelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-317010715208904101</id><published>2010-10-17T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:37:54.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adds'/><title type='text'>Provision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie needs eye therapy.  Basically her brain/muscles need to be trained to do some things that typically develop on their own.  Eye therapy is fairly costly, and they recommend you go to therapy 2-3 times a week.  We have committed to taking her once a week, and even with that, we aren't sure how the payment is going to be made each week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful thing has happened in this circumstance.  Chris and I have the opportunity to work the next 4 weekends (this one included), so he will work one of the days, and I will work the other.  Today was my turn to work.  As I stood there this morning, I suddenly became teary eyed when thinking about God's provision.  His timing is always perfect, and He knew before we did what this need would look like.  And He created an opportunity.  I was overwhelmed by His kindness, by His detailed timing.  I stood in gratitude.  I squeaked out a thank you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I could stand in this season and focus on the lack.  Believe me, I have done that a day or 25.  Instead, I am desiring this to be a season of maturing, of strengthening of faith, of growing perseverance.  I think I will be most successful in that when I choose to see His provision, His grace, Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-317010715208904101?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/317010715208904101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/provision.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/317010715208904101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/317010715208904101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/provision.html' title='Provision'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2708207026683650699</id><published>2010-10-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:40:18.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>Retribution</title><content type='html'>...that's the word I use to sum up what happens to parents upon coming home after being away from their children.  I mentioned &lt;a href="http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-heart.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; about finding a new job.  I have.  I started about 3 weeks ago.  I braced myself for the adjustment.  (Have I mentioned that Alivia is not a big fan of change?) And I was pleased.  The kids seemed to be adjusting pretty well.  I am enjoying the family that I work with.  Bedtime was more rushed than I liked, but it has really been going fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, however, is the week of retribution.  Apparently week three brought with it the realization that this new schedule is actually going to stick.  And, as usual, my children's sleep pattern is the first one to alert me that it is not pleased.  Last night I was awakened 4, maybe 5, times.  And, during a 7 hour time span, that is -what I like to call- no bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear children,&lt;br /&gt;I love you. So very much.  And I do want to spend more time with you.  But, middle of the night wake up calls never bode well for any of us.  You are cranky.  Mommy is cranky.  And after too many of these in a row, it unleashes an irritable spirit in me unlike any other.  I don't like it.  And I know you don't either.&lt;br /&gt;Let's all get a good sleep tonight and enjoy some good, quality fun this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Thanks for being so fabulously adorable and funny.  It more than makes up for the times when I feel like I could collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2708207026683650699?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2708207026683650699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/retribution.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2708207026683650699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2708207026683650699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/10/retribution.html' title='Retribution'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-458452024302380392</id><published>2010-09-17T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T13:30:02.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;I have been having weird ear pain off and on for months now. I made the mistake of web MD'ing it. It's either nothing or cancer. Good to know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;I have taken two big tests in my anatomy class already. I got an A on the first one and an 89.33 on the second one. That really irritates me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Addie and I went to her first concert - The Jonas Brothers. She was so fun to watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;I am doing the Esther Bible Study and LOVING IT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Oddly enough, I am also struggling with not SHAKING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of someone. And yes, that is the edited version of how I feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Just goes to show, I have a lot to work through with the Lord.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;I caught Brody sneaking into some Hostess treats last night. I surprised him with one in his lunch yesterday and so tonight he must've felt like he needed to eat every.last.one. Wonder where he gets that from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Someone posted a link to a &lt;a href="http://themercyhousekenya.org/"&gt;ministry&lt;/a&gt; that is exactly my heart. I have already asked the Lord to let me serve there at some point in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;I've decided to grow my hair out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;Why does my family have to have more diagnoses? The good news - 3 of the 4 should be remedied in about 6 months after some therapy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left; "&gt;I got a phone call from a teacher today. Not the kind where they just wanted to share how great your child is. Boo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-458452024302380392?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/458452024302380392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/tidbits.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/458452024302380392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/458452024302380392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2498543706838178050</id><published>2010-09-16T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T05:27:36.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>This Day</title><content type='html'>It was an emotional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day of failed negotiations. &lt;br /&gt;A day of victory over past strongholds.&lt;br /&gt;A day of upheld boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;A day of great cost.&lt;br /&gt;A day in which I received vacation details that made me smile- a lot.&lt;br /&gt;A day that held news that is consuming my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;A day that resurfaced much anger.&lt;br /&gt;A day of new life, twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2498543706838178050?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2498543706838178050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2498543706838178050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2498543706838178050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-day.html' title='This Day'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1093147052270244136</id><published>2010-09-13T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:52:36.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible lessons'/><title type='text'>A new/old word</title><content type='html'>2 Chron 28:1 "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahaz was twenty years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem sixteen years. Unlike David his father, he did not do what was right in the eyes of the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;"  The remainder of chapter 28 goes on to tell you of all the evil that King Ahaz walks out in his life.  The last verse of chapter 28 tells us "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ahaz rested with his fathers and was buried in the city of Jerusalem, but he was not placed in the tombs of the kings of Israel. And Hezekiah his son succeeded him as king&lt;/span&gt;."  Chapter 29:1  "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hezekiah was twenty-five years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem twenty-nine years. His mother's name was Abijah daughter of Zechariah. He did what was right in the eyes of the LORD, just as his father David had done.&lt;/span&gt;"  You know the phrase, "like father, like son."  We expect chapter 29 to show us that Hezekiah carried on the traditions of his father.  But, we quickly discover that, instead, Hezekiah reinstates the traditions of his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and listened to this message yesterday at church.  Tears were streaming down my face.  Our children are not destined to do what their parents do.  They do not automatically pick up where our dysfunction leaves off.  They are destined to follow God and what He would have them do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the mothers out there:  Hezekiah's mother is named in this account.  This is very rare for a king's lineage.  I believe this to mean that she taught Hezekiah the Lord's ways.  Clearly he wasn't learning it from his father who had stolen from the church and boarded up the doors. Moms, our influence is great in our children's lives.  So is the world's. But, God's influence is biggest.  If our children are looking to the Lord, the dysfunction can be broken, regardless of the "sins of the father".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1093147052270244136?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1093147052270244136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/newold-word.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1093147052270244136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1093147052270244136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/newold-word.html' title='A new/old word'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3288468169662894799</id><published>2010-08-31T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:56:42.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year???</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of this year, Jennifer posted &lt;a href="http://biggestblessings.blogspot.com/2010/01/directing-my-efforts.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; about her focus for the year.  I sat on it for a while (or 9 months) and I finally feel like I have my focus.  Granted, I probably cheated by looking back to help me determine, but nonetheless.  This year for me is about trust - Trusting the process. Or rather, trusting the One who leads the process.  Taking a step, not knowing where the next step is, or where it will lead me.  Trusting that He who leads my steps, gives me the discernment to know which step to take right now.  I have spent a lot of time doubting.  Doubting that I can trust myself.  Doubting that I can trust the part of me that says the Lord is leading me in something.  I have doubted the way I have interpreted scripture and then doubted how to apply it to my life.  Looking back over 2010, I feel as though I can say for the first time in a long time that I am trusting.  Trusting the Lord to lead me and trusting in my ability to use the discernment He provides me with.  &lt;br /&gt;I certainly don't make all the right choices all the time, but it is time to give myself some credit.  I do make some right decisions some of the time. And I am doing the best job I can.  My heart motive is to make the best choices for my family, and even when I blow it, that doesn't mean that I can't ever trust my decision making again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my commitment for 2010 is to trust.  To trust first, my God and second, my gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3288468169662894799?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3288468169662894799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3288468169662894799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3288468169662894799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year???'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-1907064540767466612</id><published>2010-08-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:03:45.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>They don't call me Random Mom for nothin'</title><content type='html'>Things I am doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;*composing this here blog post&lt;br /&gt;*checking Facebook&lt;br /&gt;*fulfilling repeated requests for "more grapes please, I love them.  They are so yummy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I should actually be doing:&lt;br /&gt;*searching for jobs&lt;br /&gt;*formulating a plan as to what items I could sell to make some cash until I find afore-mentioned job&lt;br /&gt;*searching for some headache meds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am listening to:&lt;br /&gt;*Alivia mothering her snowman baby&lt;br /&gt;*Koleson coughing like a seal&lt;br /&gt;*and of course, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am wrestling with:&lt;br /&gt;*living out this season of my life with honesty and grace&lt;br /&gt;*that it's tough being a woman in a mean world&lt;br /&gt;*getting some ice cream out of the carton that is stored in, what must be, the coldest freezer EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-1907064540767466612?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1907064540767466612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-dont-call-me-random-mom-for-nothin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1907064540767466612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/1907064540767466612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/they-dont-call-me-random-mom-for-nothin.html' title='They don&apos;t call me Random Mom for nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8961252909706929001</id><published>2010-08-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:42:48.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart</title><content type='html'>I find myself wondering on a daily basis, "How do I have such beautiful children?"  And "How am I so blessed that I get to call them mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/THAPqhkV69I/AAAAAAAAAMI/80savog4EhM/s1600/d.a.k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/THAPqhkV69I/AAAAAAAAAMI/80savog4EhM/s320/d.a.k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507919567513840594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have not taken for granted the time I get with my children, I have a new appreciation for the day to day things that I get to experience.  The intricate parts of their personalities that I get to be privy to just because I spend so much time with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for a new job.  One that will take me away from my children more, but will actually pay the ever-increasing bills.  I know it is a necessity at this time of my life.  I have a good child care plan.  It's going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8961252909706929001?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8961252909706929001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8961252909706929001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8961252909706929001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-heart.html' title='My heart'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/THAPqhkV69I/AAAAAAAAAMI/80savog4EhM/s72-c/d.a.k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-3121353912179454805</id><published>2010-08-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:07:19.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Preschool, We Meet Again!</title><content type='html'>(Waiting for the school bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnQ45GpY_I/AAAAAAAAALw/05SBqc2PMAc/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnQ45GpY_I/AAAAAAAAALw/05SBqc2PMAc/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506161695257093106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl was off to her first day of preschool this year.  She was so very excited!.  It took me an hour and a half to get her to sleep and she still woke me up before my alarm.  Like most moms I know, it is difficult for me to send my baby off to spend hours each day with someone other than myself. It helps that this is her second year she has the same teacher as last year.  She was very independent and big this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alivia with the send-off committee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnRLQZAi4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3Ci8-VCFTDY/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnRLQZAi4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/3Ci8-VCFTDY/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162010745768834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful First Born,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes for you this year are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That you continue to love learning.&lt;br /&gt;*That you continue to develop your independence.&lt;br /&gt;*That you continue to accept all children as your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, keep on loving Jesus.  He will never steer you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnRlscAXyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zFy7PMQRYCk/s1600/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnRlscAXyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zFy7PMQRYCk/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162464951131938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-3121353912179454805?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3121353912179454805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-preschool-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3121353912179454805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/3121353912179454805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-preschool-we-meet-again.html' title='Oh Preschool, We Meet Again!'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TGnQ45GpY_I/AAAAAAAAALw/05SBqc2PMAc/s72-c/IMG_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-2383521144111974960</id><published>2010-08-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T12:30:42.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>Transitional</title><content type='html'>I just read &lt;a href="http://mamasings.blogspot.com/2010/08/transition-phase-of-labor.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; over at Mama Sings and it really resonated with me.  If you have some time, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all my labor partners!  You have given me just the support I need each time the confusion and panic threatens to set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it incredible that the Lord allowed me to experience natural childnirth in the midst of my transitional life period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting it into words, Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-2383521144111974960?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2383521144111974960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/transitional.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2383521144111974960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/2383521144111974960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/transitional.html' title='Transitional'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-5147868574809593103</id><published>2010-08-08T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:17:07.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brody'/><title type='text'>KinderEve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;About 10 years ago, a dear friend of mine sent her youngest off to kindergarten. It was before I had any children, but I imagined that it would be so difficult when your baby started school, so I brought her flowers. Her youngest now starts high school tomorrow, and I am sending my baby to kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And I would like to state for the record that everything I thought my friend may be feeling, I should have multiplied by 1,000x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TF-aTALCR0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Y6X5cZwzoBE/s1600/3181_93209788979_587153979_2462516_4973452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TF-aTALCR0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Y6X5cZwzoBE/s320/3181_93209788979_587153979_2462516_4973452_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503286920924514114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could convey to you how much you mean to me, but there simply isn't a word to describe how much I love you. You are my heart, son.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a song that Ms. A played in your end of year slideshows. It has become my song for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcTDDLavowM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcTDDLavowM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Big, B. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-5147868574809593103?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5147868574809593103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindereve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5147868574809593103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/5147868574809593103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindereve.html' title='KinderEve'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/TF-aTALCR0I/AAAAAAAAASU/Y6X5cZwzoBE/s72-c/3181_93209788979_587153979_2462516_4973452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-8188731793036020588</id><published>2010-08-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:04:56.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible lessons'/><title type='text'>Esther</title><content type='html'>I started a new bible study last night.  We are doing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Esther: It's Tough Being a Woman&lt;/span&gt; by Beth Moore.  I have been wanting to do this study ever since Beth announced that she was writing it. I even thought about doing it through a different church since our church wasn't planning on doing it last year.  But, life happens.  And I didn't get around to it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I sat and listened to the introductory video I marveled at God's timing.  You see, had I been listening to her words last year, I am confident I would have been unable to complete this bible study.  I would have been sitting on that couch in a puddle.  I think I would have melted under the pressure of what I was hearing.  Now, do not misunderstand- Beth in no way pressures her participants.  It was all me.  It is just a picture of where I was emotionally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I have had some time to reflect on God's grace, it has become clear to me that last year was the wrong time to do this study.  No matter how good the material, the timing would have made it all wrong for me.  Last year I was in a very fragile place.  And I didn't really know why.  The Spirit was speaking to my soul that some very dangerous things were present.  But, I didn't understand it.  Nor did I even know that's what was being spoken.  I just felt a discontent.  I felt insecure and unsure of just about everything.  I felt like I was teetering on a ledge while blindfolded.  Needless to say, I knew it was time for change.  If I only knew what needed to change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, the Lord has been revealing to me, little by little.  He has been so gentle and loving in His peeling back.  He knows me better than I know myself and He knows the best way and the best time to bring things into focus.  I haven't broken.  I haven't melted into that afore-mentioned puddle.  With each revelation, I gain peace and strength.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see what Esther will teach me over the next 10 weeks.  But, more than anything, I am so incredibly grateful to belong to a God who will pursue me exactly as I need to be pursued.  A God who loves me so much that He will not allow me to live a life less than He created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-8188731793036020588?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8188731793036020588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/esther.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8188731793036020588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/8188731793036020588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/esther.html' title='Esther'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-6899049448041988377</id><published>2010-07-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:08:09.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris'/><title type='text'>Chris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband recently took a risk - he applied for his dream job.  His dream job isn't necessarily a popular one.  And it rarely comes with insurance.  I felt from the beginning that going through the process of applying was even more important than whether or not he got the job.  Chris weathered through building a resume and seemingly endless written questions even though typing/grammar/writing/spelling are some of his least favorite things to do.  He dislikes them so much that he often dictates and I type.  Not this time.  He was a real trooper, thinking through each thing given to him.  He interviewed twice and was one of two final candidates for the position.  In the end, the position was given to the other person.  That in no way matters to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I came to Arizona 10+ years ago because we felt the Lord call us.  I knew no one, and Chris knew a couple of people.  We came with no jobs, no apartment, no promises of what was in store.  It was risky.  But it was worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Brody was diagnosed, we pulled back from living so risky.  We needed safety, familiarity and time to process what our life might look like with this new information.  Risk became too, well, risky.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been talking for a while now about how we need to be willing to risk again.  We need to walk out what God calls us to even when it doesn't make sense.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what Chris applying meant to me.  It meant we had actually reclaimed what the enemy had stolen from us.  In Christ, we are free to risk, because He will not fail us - even when circumstances seem to.  It allowed me the opportunity to marvel at who my husband is.  I am so very proud of him for the man he is and the man God is growing him to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God." Ruth 1:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-6899049448041988377?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6899049448041988377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/chris.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6899049448041988377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/6899049448041988377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/chris.html' title='Chris'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7018655954415181113</id><published>2010-07-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:47:21.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><title type='text'>I have a need for the random...</title><content type='html'>My heart has been heavy.  I feel like a light-hearted, random post is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Many of the children in my life have a great love for the infomercial.  It brings a smile to my face each time I think of the great pride with which my nephew told me, "Aunt Dareth, I want to buy you the 'roll and grow' so you can have pretty flowers."  Addison is watching one as we speak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The kids and I did a "sleepover" in Koleson's room last week.  We had a bed, his crib and a mattress all piled into his room.  I think Alivia was the only one who really slept, but it made her so happy, it was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My girl is really into crafts right now.  I can basically throw some school supplies on the table and call it a craft and she is so happy to be crafting with Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My backseat was full of children today singing at the top of their lungs. "Jesus, You're so good to me.  I won't live for another!"  I smiled to myself and prayed, "Let it be so, Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7018655954415181113?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7018655954415181113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-need-for-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7018655954415181113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7018655954415181113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-need-for-random.html' title='I have a need for the random...'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7044737412605334722</id><published>2010-07-21T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:51:42.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible lessons'/><title type='text'>Help me, Jesus, Help, Help Me Jesus...</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I can not become more angry...then I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given this anger to the Lord each day.  And the next day, another opportunity to do it again rears it's even uglier head.  I am getting tired and I feel my resolve slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to keep my head in the right place...some good reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 15:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the greatness of your majesty you threw down those who opposed you. You unleashed your burning anger; it consumed them like stubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 32:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "I have seen these people," the LORD said to Moses, "and they are a stiff-necked people. 10 Now leave me alone so that my anger may burn against them and that I may destroy them. Then I will make you into a great nation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 4:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In your anger do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one I am preparing to memorize this week:&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 11:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A kind man benefits himself, but a cruel man brings trouble on himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me that the Lord will continue to guide my every step and that I will keep my eyes fixed on Him.  The enemy will NOT benefit from this difficult time in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7044737412605334722?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7044737412605334722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/help-me-jesus-help-help-me-jesus.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7044737412605334722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7044737412605334722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/help-me-jesus-help-help-me-jesus.html' title='Help me, Jesus, Help, Help Me Jesus...'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7914422856719767411</id><published>2010-07-18T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:10:08.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not Guilty</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a book about Mommy Guilt.  I am really loving it.  I don't know a mom around who doesn't struggle with it in some capacity.  I put a challenge out to our mommies group this week: make a list of the things you do in your mothering that you do not feel guilty for, the things you feel like you have done right (big or small).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do not feel guilty about:&lt;br /&gt;*Keeping my shower a kid-free zone.&lt;br /&gt;*Talking openly and freely with my daughter, even if she touches on a subject that makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;*Teaching my daughter the character of Jesus and how we should model that in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;*Also teaching her that we all need His grace and forgiveness, myself included.&lt;br /&gt;*Leaving the dishes in the sink for one more day.&lt;br /&gt;*Allowing my toddler to eat food off of the living room floor.&lt;br /&gt;*Giving my children a binky.&lt;br /&gt;*Obsessing over my children's health sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;*Demanding life-saving water skills training for our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good start.  It feels good to remember that I do get it right sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7914422856719767411?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7914422856719767411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-guilty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7914422856719767411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7914422856719767411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-guilty.html' title='Not Guilty'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-4103758003090517161</id><published>2010-07-04T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:39:07.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adds'/><title type='text'>Happy 8th, Addie Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Addie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today you are 8.  Eight seems so very old, and I am not particularly liking the idea of you being "old."  Time seems to be rushing by, and some nights when my head hits the pillow, I wonder if I was present for anything in your day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seven was a year of challenges, which means it was also an opportunity for some growth in your life.  You faired well, dear girl, but not without some marks from the enemy.  My prayer for you is that you will take those wounds to the Cross of Christ and let Him be enough.  He is BIG, my daughter, and He alone assigns your value.  But let me tell you with confidence, Adds, He is especially fond of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eight brings a new season to your education and our relationship.  We are homeschooling you this year.  Daddy and I think you will thrive on the one on one learning environment, and to be completely honest, our hearts long to shield your from growing up too fast.  I am anxious and excited to see where this next year takes us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have turned into our little fish this summer, enjoying swim lessons and practicing the competitive strokes so you can be on the team next year.  You love to swim!  You also still love to mother anyone who will let you.  You are going to make a great babysitter someday.  Lately you have been asking for coffee in the mornings, which cracks me up. I am pretty sure I have both you and Brody hooked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of your brother, I think he really loves you a lot.  He knows you will protect him and laugh with him.  He knows that you will forgive him when he has hurt you.  Sissy, there is something to be said about your relationship with him.  I've always wondered how it would develop, I've been concerned you might resent him.  Addie, you love him so purely and so sweetly. You never want him to be in trouble, even when he has done "little brother things" that irritate you.  I know you love him deeply, and I know you will ALWAYS look out for him.  Mommy cannot tell you how much that makes my heart swell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addison, the thing I love most about you is how much you love God and His Word.  You chose to stay here over your birthday weekend because you wanted to be at church on your birthday.  You love learning your memory verses and you are quick to pray for your friends.  Your growing faith is inspirational.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addison Grace, I love you beyond what your heart can imagine.  As you grow into the girl that God has made you to be, my prayer is that your heart will desire the Lord above all else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/TimmarieSignature4.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-4103758003090517161?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4103758003090517161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-8th-addie-grace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4103758003090517161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/4103758003090517161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-8th-addie-grace.html' title='Happy 8th, Addie Grace'/><author><name>Timmarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873274641161268175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1Yy77Ur_m5s/SHJiILGcjJI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8_OjPj4JwV8/S220/beach08-3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_TimmarieSignature4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-7801025258939395806</id><published>2010-06-01T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:27:43.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible lessons'/><title type='text'>My name is Dareth, and I am intolerant.</title><content type='html'>Our pastor posed a question to the congregation on Sunday.  "What do you think most Americans consider to be the worst problem in our country?"  Child abuse? The economy? Crime? The environment?  The answer according to an article he read: Intolerance.  And the group labeled as the most intolerant?  The evangelical Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first hearing this, I felt my feathers ruffle in defense.  But, giving it some thought, I do agree.  Not only do I agree, but I think it should be that way.  Now, stay with me for a minute.  I work very hard not to be a Christian who speaks Christianese and looks down my nose at others.  I feel strongly, and fight for, allowing others the freedom to live their lives the best way they can without judgement from those who choose to do it differently.  But, the fact of the matter is this: There is right and there is wrong.  There are absolutes.  To stand for what is right and oppose what is wrong does make me intolerant.  And my phlegmatic, peacekeeping personality struggles with that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some situations arise in my life when I have found myself face to face with this very issue.  And I have struggled.  I vacillate between standing for what is right, opposing what is wrong and not wanting others to be upset with me for taking an opposing stance.  Standing for what is right: I can do that.  It's the opposition of wrong- when that wrong is being lived out by someone that I love- that's my struggle.  I think we are all familiar with the fact that people don't enjoy being told they are wrong.  That's where my personality wants to take over.  I don't want to make anyone feel bad.  I don't want them to be angry and accusing toward me.  "Maybe I don't need to say anything.  God will convict them, right?"  Right.  I am not anyone's Holy Spirit and it is not my job to convict them of their sinful choices.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the Lord has been using some situations over the past year to show me that when other's sinful choices directly affect me and my children, I must stand against what is wrong and stand firmly for what is right.  No matter how uncomfortable it makes me feel.  No matter what the consequences are.  Because reality is that I can't stand for right if I do not stand against wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to this earth for every one of us.  He loves each one perfectly.  Yet, he is intolerant of sin.  His life on this earth is a reminder to me that I can love someone and still oppose the sin in their lives.  Thank you Jesus for showing us the Way through your life and your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-7801025258939395806?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7801025258939395806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-name-is-dareth-and-i-am-intolerant.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7801025258939395806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/7801025258939395806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-name-is-dareth-and-i-am-intolerant.html' title='My name is Dareth, and I am intolerant.'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608078686073149605.post-68828914177158703</id><published>2010-05-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:27:39.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this thing called life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Did someone hit the refresh button??</title><content type='html'>I am on my last day of vacationing with family in Colorado.  This trip has been really special to me.  It's very low-key and ultra-relational.  We just get together and do life.  When I make my plans, a week always sounds like a long time to be away from home.  But, today it feels like we just got here and it's time to go.  We have spent time in family homes, had meals together and of course, eaten at Panera as many times as possible.  I love that restaurant and we do not have one on the surface of the sun.  We have had girl chats and watched our kids play and most of all, just had time to share about our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here at a very needy time.  I am feeling a little fragile in some family relationships.  It is so refreshing to see my family, my friends, just step in where I need them.  They anticipated my needs (read: Panera and some grown up time) and met me right where I am.  I never felt as though I had to "act" a certain way.  I feel free to help myself, make a mess, clean a mess, and discipline my children.  I haven't felt any pressure to be who they want me to be.  Just the freedom to be who I am and know that I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here typing this, I am listening to the thunder and the rain pouring down.  I just finished up some time with the Lord and am enjoying the quiet of a house full of sleeping beauties. I came here needing relaxation and refreshment and I definitely have gotten to experience both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/DarethSignature3.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608078686073149605-68828914177158703?l=randommoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/feeds/68828914177158703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-someone-hit-refresh-button_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/68828914177158703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608078686073149605/posts/default/68828914177158703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randommoms.blogspot.com/2010/05/did-someone-hit-refresh-button_26.html' title='Did someone hit the refresh button??'/><author><name>Dareth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03343373379592391767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cJ-_dELcekY/TBb7fMG5DXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hR2L5G5ABiM/S220/IMG_0814.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac293/munchkin_land_designs/Random%20Moms/th_DarethSignature3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
