<?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-6522185632836348040</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:57:44.061-05:00</updated><category term='W'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Gifts of the Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Every now and then ramblings from a lady who counts herself lucky to be a wife and luckier to be a Mom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-943210266221291897</id><published>2011-10-02T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:48:20.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>The leaves are turning, the air, at times, has a simple chill to it, and pumpkins are beginning to appear!  School is in full swing, my Friday nights are spent watching high school football games, Saturdays are filled with soccer and Texas Tech football, and Sunday afternoons are for the Cowboys (poor guys).  You know, I have really never given FALL too much of a thought.  It always occurred and I new that Thanksgiving and Christmas weren't too far behind.  Today I found myself reflecting upon FALL.....I do believe, it has become my favorite time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall...Autumn.....whatever term you choose to use - it is a time of festivity!  Every Friday night, sitting in those stands,surrounded by the fans and cheerleaders, is a very festive time!  Looking forward to the half-time show and seeing my young man be a part of an amazing band while they dazzle their way through the show!  Cheering my daughter on as she scores goals like she never has before in soccer is something I could do all day!  Yelling at the television with my armchair coach of a husband while the Texas Tech Red Raiders show their stuff is something I could never replace!  I am giddy just thinking about going to a pumpkin patch with my family!  And who doesn't love caramel apples and pumpkin bread (well, pumpkin anything!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why all this hype about Fall?  Well, honestly speaking.  I don't know.  It's just a time of the year that I have a "good" feeling.  I'm busy but not stressed about life (work, maybe but not life)!  The beauty around me is AMAZING and the festival of colors is heaven sent!  So, for what it's worth..I do believe....this is the most wonderful time of the year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just before the death of flowers, and before they are buried in snow, there comes a festival season when nature is all aglow."  Author Unknown&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-943210266221291897?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/943210266221291897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=943210266221291897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/943210266221291897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/943210266221291897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The Most Wonderful Time of the Year'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4100031723296283646</id><published>2011-09-24T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:34:38.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Change - Not anything I ever look forward to.  To be frank about it...I despise change.  But what is that saying?  Change develops character?  I guess God decided this year that I needed character!  I changed grade levels, subjects, principal, assistant principal, Jonathon started High School, and I pulled Clarissa out of the school where she had been since Kindergarten to take her with me to my school.  I guess you could say, I am developing CHARACTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as change is, I must say that I can now say it has been good!  I am back in 5th grade where I have taught every year of my teaching career except one with a group of students that I adore!  I love my team more than they realize!  I am so blessed to work with two women who I consider to be two of my dearest friends!  I have moved from being an English/Reading teacher to teaching Math.  Yes, you heard me MATH!!!!!  Can you believe it??  What is shocking is....I LOVE IT!!!!  It is always hard getting a new boss because you never know what they are going to think of you or expect.  Well, I must say I do believe we hit the jackpot with our new Principal and Assistant Principal.  I have thoroughly enjoyed working under them so far!  They are both Godly women and make coming to work a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are my children!  Jonathon started high school this year!  He stays so very busy!  As excited as I am for what God has in store for him, this time in our lives has brought about even more change!  Jonathon and I have always been very close and with his busy schedule and his social calendar...I miss him.   I never thought I'd say that about someone who lives in my own home but I do..I miss him.  I love going to see him march at the games and practice at gym but our time together is so limited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa, as many know, has had a very difficult time in school. Yes she had some academic struggles but her bigger troubles came socially.  She has been bullied, left out, and basically emotionally beat down.  On August 1 this year she asked her Dad and I to not send her back to her school.  As a matter of fact, she begged us!  After much prayer, we decided that I would take her to my school.  For those that don't know, this meant she would be leaving one of the "most highly respected" schools in our town and going to probably the "poorest and LEAST respected" schools!  This is what she wanted.  I would be one of her teachers which was going to be a new journey for both of us. Well, there are no words to tell you how different she is!  She LOVES school, she has many friends, her grades are good, she's involved in an after school club for girls and made the honor choir.  I LOVE having her there with me and our relationship and changed drastically.  She's always been a momma's girl but to say we have grown closer would be an understatement!  Our home is a different place because she doesn't come home crying every day and doesn't fight us to go to school.  Thank GOD for this change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change....it is just part of life.  As I looked back over my older posts, change is what stuck out to me.  My children have changed physically (and so have I- good and bad), situations have changed, struggles have changed, thoughts have changed.  However, through all of it....I have been blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4100031723296283646?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4100031723296283646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4100031723296283646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4100031723296283646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4100031723296283646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-687765032393694565</id><published>2011-09-18T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:57:07.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying!!</title><content type='html'>I love reading blogs and I loved blogging.....HOWEVER, somehow, I haven't been on my blog in almost 2 years.  I'm trying to get this 'ole thing fired up again!!  We'll see what comes of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-687765032393694565?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/687765032393694565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=687765032393694565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/687765032393694565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/687765032393694565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Trying!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6260971629134431265</id><published>2010-01-01T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:25:42.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting this 'ol thing off!</title><content type='html'>Well, it would be nice if I could take a 6 month vacation all the time....from work that is!!!  I can't believe it has been 6 months since I have posted on my blog.  I have returned to it many times during this past 6 months and have just stared.  It was as though I had nothing to say (I know for some of you..hello!!!  anyone out there.....that may be hard to believe!)  I have just found myself so filled up with being a Mom.  I had no idea the energy it took (takes) to parent a pre-teen middle school BOY!  I had no idea the challenges that would come this year with Clarissa's school (more the social end of it) and how much it would drain from us.  However, I've fallen even more in love with my children through it all.   We've really tried to focus on them and making good family memories for them while not killing them in the process! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stumbled upon this 'ol blog tonight and something was different.  Maybe it's the new year, maybe it's because really I love sharing STUFF that most people don't really care about, but I do, maybe it's because Texas Tech fired my favorite Pirate and you know I'm going to have something to say about it....but, whatever it IS...I've returned to blogging.  I don't know how regular I'll be but at least it's a start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! I pray that God blesses everyone in this new year before us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6260971629134431265?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6260971629134431265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6260971629134431265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6260971629134431265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6260971629134431265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/dusting-this-ol-thing-off.html' title='Dusting this &apos;ol thing off!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6086079906753798317</id><published>2009-06-30T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:38:08.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I am currently taking a blogging vacation.  I have many projects going on and will share about them all when I return!  We are doing some redecorating here at the house and preparing for a HUGE garage sale!!!  I do have one quick thing to share which I will elaborate on more later! Two weeks ago we were at the United States Tumbling &amp; Trampoline competition.  I am so proud of Jonathon!!!  He won the National Championsip in tumbling!!!!  I'll have pictures to share soon!  Thanks to all for being patient during my vacation.  I'm loving being a wife, mom, friend, sister, and daughter right now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6086079906753798317?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6086079906753798317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6086079906753798317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6086079906753798317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6086079906753798317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4955324169583913089</id><published>2009-06-06T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:12:55.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and....RUN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Rise and Shine and give God the glory, glory"...remember that little tune?  Well, this morning at my house it wasn't quite rise and shine it was rise and run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the middle of massive clean - out, pull-up carpet projects in both of the kid's rooms so in the meantime, they are camping in the living room (which they love and which also happens to be right next to our bedroom).  Last night I stayed up late, doing different things with the understanding that....ahhhh, Saturday morning.....I can sleep late!  WRONG!!!  At 6:00 a.m. I was awakened by hysterical crying coming from my living room.  I don't remember quite how I got there...I remember my feet initially touching the ground to steady me as I flew out of the bed but between there and the couch....I remember nothing!  I ran to the living room, swooped up my daughter who was standing beside the couch crying, and collapsed with her in my lap!  With heart pounding I asked if she had had a bad dream and sure enough she had.  So we spent some time talking through it, she went back to bed and so did the guys.  With everyone asleep now.....guess who is wide awake?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guees this is a great time to go for me to starty laundry and go for my walk!  Afterall, I've already had my run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4955324169583913089?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4955324169583913089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4955324169583913089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4955324169583913089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4955324169583913089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/rise-andrun.html' title='Rise and....RUN!!!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4076588086790957860</id><published>2009-05-09T13:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:39:49.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>The Other Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SgXN2Z_DUZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Kffu4m_CetU/s1600-h/coffee_cup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SgXN2Z_DUZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Kffu4m_CetU/s320/coffee_cup.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333895668262195602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone!  Today's Coffee post is late and long....I hope you can stay around for it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Mom. It is one of the hardest jobs (if not THE hardest) around but I love it. Even on the ugly days when I don't know what I'm doing, I love it! Then there is Mother's Day. I hae a different approach to Mother's Day than some. Instead of having the "day off", I like to spend the day with my kids. We go to church, go out for a picnic, and if the weather is pretty, we take them to the pool for swimming. I love to just "watch" them and I love to "be" with them. I am so thankful to God for my children and for the opportunity to be a "Mom". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of you, you know our story but not all of you know "the rest of the story". Before Sal and I got married, I knew that I would not be able to have a child (and he married me anyway...what a guy!). On Father's Day 1996, I prayed desperately to God to allow us to have a child. I knew that Sal would make an awesome Dad and I remember the words I spoke to God on that morning just as if I had spoken them five minutes ago..."Dear God, loving Father of all, you know the desires of my heart, and I beg of you to allow us somehow to have a child. I don't want Sal to go through another Father's Day fatherless. Through some miraculous healing of my body, adoption, or whatever path you choose, Lord I beg of you....please hear my prayers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a path we went on beginning that very day! We started an adoption process and were matched with a birth mom and in October of that very year, received the call that the baby had been born and we were quickly on our way to San Antonio. After 4 long days there, we learned that the birth mom had changed her mind and we were devastated. I can't tell you, unless you've ever walked in those shoes, how painful and how deep that hurt was. My sister flew to San Antonio to drive us home and Sal's brothers and sisters came to our home and took down the nursery. Today, I still get teary eyed thinking about how hurt, how sad, and how empty we were. We returned home on a Wednesday night and a very dear friend of ours came to take us to church. I also remember the pastor's prayer over us that evening..."God heal the pain, fill the void, and Lord we believe that you will fulfill the desires of their hearts according to your will". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set out to heal, each in our own way, and in March of that year were approached by a 16 year old girl who we knew (I'll leave out the details of that for now). After much consideration, we committed to her to adopt her baby. I took her to every doctor's appointment and was in the delivery room with her when Jonathon was born. To add to this blessing, we took him home the Saturday of Father's Day weekend, 1997.  God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 1999, Jonathon asked us for a baby sister. We told him that we had to pray and if it was God's will, then we would have one. After two years of him praying daily for a sister, even for her birth mom, Clarissa Faith was born into our lives. Our experience with her was much different. We went through a wonderful agency in Abilene, we only knew about her for a week prior to her birth, and wasn't there when she was born (we were driving very fast to get there though!) I did have a very different experience though with her birth mom. She was 17, had had a very difficult life, and had no relationship with her Mom. She asked if I would stay with her in the hospital the night that Clarissa was born. So, over the next two days and nights, I took care of Clarissa's birth mom. The morning that she discharged, she asked the nursery to bring Clarissa to the room. She held her, she loved her, she kissed her, we took pictures, she kissed her some more, and then she walked over to me, placed Clarissa in my arms, hugged me and whispered in my ear "thank you for loving my baby and thank you for taking care of me". She then sobbed the deepest sob I have ever heard and walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to have our children was difficult. I've been told before that I got the easy way out because I didn't have to go through childbirth. Well, not quite. I had emotional childbirth three times, one that ended in death for us but two that are alive and well in our lives today. I could not be celebrating Mother's Day this weekend without some very special young ladies who gave me the greatest gift of all, my children. I have not seen or heard from either birth mom since the kids were born. That doesn't mean I don't think of them often. I get so many questions about adoption and I know that some people don't understand it, but for me, I'm so thankful that I couldn't have biological children because then I wouldn't have MY children. These are the children God ordained for Sal and I and they are 110% mine. However, that doesn't make me any less aware that I could not be celebrating this weekend, had it not been for "the OTHER Mother's" that loved them so much to give them the life they could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. I will be forever grateful for my children but also for the journey He took me on to get them. I mentioned the adoption that fell through because I believe God allowed us to go through that situation so that we could see the power of His almighty hand. God is faithful, in HIS time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend as you celebrate Mother's Day, please say a prayer for all of those ladies (young and old) who have loved their babies enough, to give them them life and to allow other Moms to teach them to live that life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faithful Father in heaven, I pray today for birth moms everywhere. I am thankful for the two ladies that allowed me to be a Mom to my beautiful children. As I rejoice and am filled with love beyond measure this Mother's Day, I would pray that they too be filled with YOUR love and YOUR peace. Bless them dear Lord and protect them from those that judge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4076588086790957860?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4076588086790957860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4076588086790957860' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4076588086790957860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4076588086790957860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/other-mothers.html' title='The Other Mothers'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SgXN2Z_DUZI/AAAAAAAAALc/Kffu4m_CetU/s72-c/coffee_cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4360936045793767133</id><published>2009-05-01T18:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:41:22.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days!</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon everyone!  I don't have long to talk today.  My family and I are headed out of town to celebrate my Dad's 80th birthday!!!! It is so hard for me to believe! God has richly blessed me with my parents and the fact that I still have both of them to share this earthly life with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so VERY proud to report to you that Jonathon won &lt;strong&gt;SECOND &lt;/strong&gt;place in Trampoline at the Regional USGA (United States Gymnastics Association) This is a SEVEN state region!!  I am so very proud of him.  He also placed 6th overall in tumbling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SfuHcF4XLMI/AAAAAAAAALU/QMN120DgCKQ/s1600-h/100_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SfuHcF4XLMI/AAAAAAAAALU/QMN120DgCKQ/s320/100_0588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331003500607777986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa is trucking along with all of her "TEETH" stuff.  She is such a trooper!  She will be getting her bottom expander on Wednesday.  Please pray for her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a great weekend and I'll post birthday pictures of Daddy early next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4360936045793767133?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4360936045793767133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4360936045793767133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4360936045793767133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4360936045793767133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SfuHcF4XLMI/AAAAAAAAALU/QMN120DgCKQ/s72-c/100_0588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6641333009343380068</id><published>2009-04-25T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:48:56.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>I'm late getting around to my Company Girl Coffee (Tea in my world) but I have a really good reason.  I have been on a very long date!  But....not with my husband!  I know...rumors will fly but I think he will understand.  I have been with the other man in my life, my 11 (almost 12) year old son since 4:30 this afternoon........ALONE!!!  No sister, No Dad, No TV........us, just us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon and I haven't been on a date is FOREVER!  You know at this age, I've sorta become someone who he LOVES being around at home but has to keep the distance in public!  (Of which I see as a great opportunity to give big hugs!)  This weekend is his Regional gymnastics meet.  Fortunately, our city is hosting the meet this year so it's nice being at home.  We had to go tonight to pick up his athletes pass and watched one of the high school stars on our team.  Jonathon and I had a blast "people watching".  It's funny to me that we could look at each other and know we had the same thoughts!  He is my son!  After we left the meet, we decided to have dinner together.  Oh wow!  We told jokes, laughed, talked about some school issues, and just life in general.  I love the fact that he still talks to me and I could have listened to him for hours!!!  After dinner, we went on another mission.  Jonathon has been given $5 by our church to use to make a difference in someone's life.  God immediately placed on Jonathon's heart to do something for the homeless.  He had decided that he would buy a Bible and a meal for someone.  (yeah, I don't think he does alot of shopping!)  I told him he wouldn't have enough money for both but that I would buy a Bible and he could by a burger.  So, after dinner, he wanted to know where the homeless "stayed" . So we were on a mission to look for them.  Understanding that that there are usually several homeless persons hanging around the library downtown, we went that direction.  OOPS!!!  I forgot there were one-way streets downtown and we found ourselves headed in the WRONG direction!  I pulled a U-turn in the middle of the road and do believe I thoroughly embarrassed him!  Sure enough though, we did see plenty of homeless people and Jonathon's heart was truly touched.  So, now he has decided that $5 isn't enough and wants to pitch in some of his money to buy food for several.    Again, he conversation went very deep and we talked about how awful it would be to have no one and no where to go.  Jonathon, for some reason, has such a heart for these people and I am so honored to be his Mom.  So many people are judgemental and have opinions of the homeless but not him, he simply wants to help them.&lt;br /&gt;We came on home and the night is about to end but it will be one of those evenings that I hold dear to my heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa and Sal made a night of it too!  I haven't gotten too many details about their date night except that Clarissa was very excited to have her Daddy all to herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is about to get busy but I'm so thankful that I got to spend some time with the other man in my life!  I hope that you'll take time to do something special with someone you love very dearly.  The evening cost me less than $20, but I GAINED so much from it!  Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6641333009343380068?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6641333009343380068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6641333009343380068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6641333009343380068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6641333009343380068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6776749572338307750</id><published>2009-04-19T16:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:41:39.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REconnected</title><content type='html'>OH my goodness!! You don't know what you've got until it's gone! My laptop crashed last week and I a part of me crashed with it! No checking email, no blogging (no Company Girl coffee), no facebook, no ordering online, no lot's of things! I didn't realize how connected I was until I was DISCONNECTED! I found myself in the evenings wondering how to fill my time. Don't get me wrong, I found clothes to sort, tables to clean, and dishes to wash but I couldn't communicate. We set out Friday to look for computers and found our new addition last evening. "Huey" officially joined our family today at 2:30 and thanks to him and I reconnected to the "virtual" world! Wow! I've missed you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa got her top pallet expander put in on Thursday. We are supposed to turn it with a key daily. Well, Friday evening we tried and tried and could not get it to turn. SO, Sal is going to have to take her to the orthodontist Monday so they can turn it for us. I told him that I'd rather go there every day and have them do it and not have to go through that here every day! Bless her heart! She's had the best attitude during this. It has really messed with her speech (they say it'll return to normal in a week or so) so she's having to repeat many things to us. Eating has been a trick! We have found that fajitas and chicken nuggets like to get stuck in between the roof of her mouth and the expander!!! Not fun! She will wear this for a year so I'm sure we'll find many other things that like to get stuck too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon has been working hard for his Regional gymanstics competition next weekend. I'm going to try real hard to get some good pictures. He has been asked to join his school's Concert Band for a competition. He's so excited! I didn't know whether he would like band and he has fallen in love with it! This will be his first out of town school trip! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would have been my father-in-laws birthday. Those "firsts" are always hard. Sal has spent alot of time with his family this weekend. All of the kids accompanied my mother-in-law to church this morning. I know as a Mom, she had to have felt very loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I went on to our church and what a blessing. During one of the Praise/Worship songs, several people came to the front with signs showing what God had delivered them from and then on the back stating what he had blessed them with. Some of the ones that touched me (yes the tears rolled) were, a couple (friends of ours) with their two girls holding a sign that said "Orphaned" and then on the back "Adopted." Well, those that know our story can only guess what the tears were like! Others that really touched me were "Raped" and on the back "Rescued", "Cancer"/"Cured", "Abandoned"/"Found" and a sign held by an amazing woman who is visually impaired "Blind" and on the back "Will See". I wanted to jump and yell! God is amazing and I could think of many signs that I, too, could have made. I left today feeling so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.....this weeks update......17 pounds!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful week! I know I will, getting REconnected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6776749572338307750?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6776749572338307750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6776749572338307750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6776749572338307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6776749572338307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/reconnected.html' title='REconnected'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8258742622595509085</id><published>2009-04-13T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:51:08.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmm.....Good Question</title><content type='html'>Out of the mouths of babes (or sixth graders)......Today after a massive Easter egg hunt at my mother-in-laws house and after a beautiful Easter service at church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can someone tell me how somebody raising from the dead turned into &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easter eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question my dear son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8258742622595509085?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8258742622595509085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8258742622595509085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8258742622595509085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8258742622595509085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmmmmgood-question.html' title='Hmmmmmm.....Good Question'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8352754561201150868</id><published>2009-04-10T10:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:23:03.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday is Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sd9VbCguzhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nnVVuz7FAmI/s1600-h/coffee+cup.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323067207594200594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sd9VbCguzhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nnVVuz7FAmI/s200/coffee+cup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everyone! As I look out the window this morning it appears that it is a beautiful start to this Good Friday. The nasty dust seems to have settled (in my house I'm sure) and the trees are barely moving this morning. I sure hope the wind stays away for a while! But, who am I kidding? This is West Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are out of school today and I sure am glad! I thought the kids would sleep in this morning but wouldn't you know....they were both in bed with me at 7:50 a.m.!!! Oh well, I love those times! I wanted to spend the morning cleaning house but it looks like I might be running Jonathon to the doctor. I think the dust has gotten the best of him. He is supposed to attend a friend's birthday party this afternoon so Clarissa has decided that we need to have a "girls outing". Hmmmm.....I'm not seeing alot of house cleaning occurring today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share my good news! I have a new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE.......12.2 pounds&lt;/span&gt;!!! Double-digits!!!! Yeah, I know to some this is nothing but to big chic....this is alot! That's 12 pounds gone and done with!!!! Now on to the next goal......getting into the TWENTIES!! It's been along time since I was in the TWENTIES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a "kid's say the funniest things"! Last night, we were discussing chores with the kids and how they were going to have to increase their chores and take more of an active role around the house. The word allowance was brought up and I made the comment that we ALLOWED them to live here, we ALLOWED them to eat the food we bought, we ALLOWED them to play with the toys we buy and so forth. Immediately, Clarissa (age 8) stated: "&lt;em&gt;Hold on, let me just get this straight! If we don't do our chores......you still have to let me live here don't you???"&lt;/em&gt; I wanted to laugh out loud but assured her that I wouldn't kick her to the street quite so quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Easter weekend. Isn't it amazing what this weekend stands for. It makes me shudder to think that my Jesus loved me so much that he took what he did on that cross for me!!! I also marvel in knowing that He didn't stay in that grave either!! Take time to enjoy your family this weekend but I hope you'll also take time in praising our Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8352754561201150868?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8352754561201150868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8352754561201150868' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8352754561201150868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8352754561201150868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-is-good-news.html' title='Good Friday is Good News!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sd9VbCguzhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nnVVuz7FAmI/s72-c/coffee+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2757474840732111944</id><published>2009-04-05T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:33:57.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE - Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTIzODk2Njg4Nzc2NSZwdD*xMjM4OTY2OTI4ODkwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*=.gif" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd283/gottalose200pounds/?action=view&amp;amp;current=weightLoss45.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd283/gottalose200pounds/weightLoss45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cartoon and had to laugh!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total pounds lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying and thanks for your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2757474840732111944?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2757474840732111944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2757474840732111944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2757474840732111944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2757474840732111944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-day-14.html' title='UPDATE - Day 14'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1720619383938248937</id><published>2009-04-03T22:40:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:17:32.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week Around Our House - Anybody need a cup of coffee??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbPESslOFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U-_4oaX_xNQ/s1600-h/coffee+cup.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320667682430072914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbPESslOFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U-_4oaX_xNQ/s200/coffee+cup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone! Thanks for dropping by! I don't have too much to talk about today except for....well, my kids! I think I could talk about them, ALL the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with Jonathon! It seems as though I have been saying often, "A different day, a different drama!" Middle School has sure brought with it some challenges! It has been fun to watch Jonathon enter this stage of his life (I didn't say easy, but fun). I see him daily trying to figure out WHO he is. He's had his share of "lectures" and asked me this week the funniest question (I thought)..here is how the conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In reference to an assignment that he had known about for 5 weeks but decided to begin TWO days before it was due)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J - "I don't think we see eye to eye on this Mom".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "No, I'm thinking we don't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J - "When will we see eye to eye?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - "MMmmmmm....about 8 - 10 years from now probably"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J- "Oh, grrreeeeeaaattt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least we can agree on SOMETHING right now....he's right.....we don't see eye to eye very often these days but at the end of MOST days, he still kisses me good-night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a busy week for Clarissa. On Tuesday we began Phase 1 of her orthodontic work. Her spacers were put in and within the next two weeks she'll have her top expander in place. I dreaded starting this so bad. In fact, I tore off all of my nails Tuesday in anticipation! However, she did great and has such a good attitude about starting this process. Wednesday she went on a field trip to the Windmill Museum and what a day to go! I think the winds were around 30 mph that day. She was quick to tell me "Frankly, I didn't like it!". Then today, she was Artemis. Her class has been studying Greek mythology and she gave her presentation this morning. I was able to slip away from my school and go and watch her and what a blessing it was. Clarissa has had some struggles (educationally and with speech) but she does not EVER let that get her down. She is such a hard worker and I was so proud of her this morning. I even have a few pictures to share.Although busy, I'm sure glad the weekend is here. EIGHT more weeks of of school but who's counting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbNaIaxLLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yjltZ0XGI9E/s1600-h/100_0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320665858604870834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbNaIaxLLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yjltZ0XGI9E/s400/100_0450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbNZ5Tl-MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8IoW0Er8phA/s1600-h/100_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320665854548244674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbNZ5Tl-MI/AAAAAAAAAKk/8IoW0Er8phA/s400/100_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbNZhmkg3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/-wQFpAofHcw/s1600-h/100_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320665848185389938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbNZhmkg3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/-wQFpAofHcw/s400/100_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1720619383938248937?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1720619383938248937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1720619383938248937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1720619383938248937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1720619383938248937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-around-our-house-anybody-need-cup.html' title='The Week Around Our House - Anybody need a cup of coffee??'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SdbPESslOFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U-_4oaX_xNQ/s72-c/coffee+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-500716157755485181</id><published>2009-03-30T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:59:34.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A GREAT End to a LOOOONNNNGGGG  Monday!</title><content type='html'>Today when I returned home from school ( a little after 6:00 p.m) I was pooped!  The day had been filled with business relating to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt;, end of the year "5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade stuff", rowdy kids, kids who had the "I don't care" problem, and after school meetings, not to mention this NASTY wind! This is sure a day that some chocolate would have come in handy.  But, being that I'm not eating sugar, I stuck with pecans and raisins and just imagined!  I quickly ran in, went straight to the restroom, changed clothes, put my hair up, and settled in to my computer to see what had occurred in the world outside of education today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most shocked to find that I was a winner on a blog giveaway!  I was so pumped!  I discovered Mimi and Reese just last week and entered their give-away.  They have the cutest shop with the cutest things!    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Girly&lt;/span&gt;...I'll say!  Right up mine and Clarissa's alley!  Don't take my word for it though!  Visit them at mimiandreese.blogspot.com and you can see all of their cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God amazing!  Just when you need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; "Pick me up", there it is!  It comes out of nowhere!  How blessed I am today!  Thanks Mimi and Reese for a GREAT end to an otherwise very long Monday!  Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-500716157755485181?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/500716157755485181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=500716157755485181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/500716157755485181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/500716157755485181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-end-to-loooonnnngggg-monday.html' title='A GREAT End to a LOOOONNNNGGGG  Monday!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8125377918035217641</id><published>2009-03-27T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:16:46.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Swing for Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sc2HbtJkjyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PmPPSmvqQ3s/s1600-h/coffee+cup.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318055645040381730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sc2HbtJkjyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PmPPSmvqQ3s/s400/coffee+cup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was such a nice week. The weather was beautiful, I relaxed with the kids during Spring Break, and I actually took some time to COOK for the kids! Man, this past Monday morning was HARD! It wasn't so much that I dreaded going back to school (although I was exactly thrilled), it was that I dreaded the kids having a routine again. I loved having them sleep late and stay up late. They camped out in the living room and had a blast doing so. So, I really hated to see Spring Break end for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it did and we soon found ourselves back in the swing of things. As I posted prior, Sal and I have made a lifestyle change and with that change, I have committed to cooking breakfast each morning before I leave for school. Understand, I have to be out of the house no later than 7:10 a.m.! So....it has been quite an adjustment but I must say.....it has been nice. The week soon found itself busy with homework, gymnastics, and "life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While on my way to pick up Jonathon from school yesterday, I was rear-ended by an older gentlemen. Poor thing, I don't think he ever "thought" about putting on the break! He RAMMED me! Thankfully, I'm OK but "Goldie" (my dear sweet Explorer) has some pretty serious bumper problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we have been hit with a blast of winter and those that know me well, know that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE cold weather and snow! While many people have complained about the weather today, I have quite enjoyed it! I could live without the wind but it does give me that "messy" kind of hairstyle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we will complete the week while attending Jonathon's State Gymnastics meet. I look forward to it even though I think I get more nervous than he does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you are enjoying your first week of SPRING! I know that I'm looking forward to the next 9 weeks flying by! Because then.........it will be Summer.....oh, sweet summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 LBS. lost since (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, see the post prior to this one) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8125377918035217641?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8125377918035217641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8125377918035217641' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8125377918035217641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8125377918035217641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-swing-for-spring.html' title='Back in the Swing for Spring'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sc2HbtJkjyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PmPPSmvqQ3s/s72-c/coffee+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2676641264414069040</id><published>2009-03-25T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:20:43.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby....I'm Missing You</title><content type='html'>On Monday of this week, my sister, Sal and I embarked on a life change.  To be quite honest, I thought for a moment it was a life changing EVENT!  We are all trying to live a healthier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt; but also, and right now ABOVE all, lose weight!!  I have been very hesitant to post this because it is a commitment but I realized I had to..,.,.I need the accountability.  We have completely gone off of flour, sugar, and starch.  Of the three, sugar was the hardest thing for me to part with.  However, day three into it....I'm not missing it as much as I thought I would by this point.  So, pray for me and my diet buddies and forgive me when I am a little bit snippy......I'm probably just missing a dear SWEET friend!  OH, and yes, I'll keep you posted on the number of pounds lost but NO, I won't let you know how far I have to go.  You can simply look at me and know.....we've got a long way to go baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2676641264414069040?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2676641264414069040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2676641264414069040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2676641264414069040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2676641264414069040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/babyim-missing-you.html' title='Baby....I&apos;m Missing You'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8791678116379656383</id><published>2009-03-20T13:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:40:42.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A cup of Coffee and  a Toast to my Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScPdmp7T8iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lma1jaQgAZw/s1600-h/coffee+cup.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315335641386709538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScPdmp7T8iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lma1jaQgAZw/s400/coffee+cup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hi everyone! Where did this week go??? I love Spring Break and it did nothing for me except get me that much more excited for summer! Tomorrow my parents will celebrate 57 years of marriage. So pull up a chair, your favorite cup of jobe and let me share with you some things about my Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They met in Pampa at a drive-in called the Windmill. My Mom had gone there with friends after church and my Dad was eating in the car next to her.&lt;br /&gt;2. They married in Pampa, TX.&lt;br /&gt;3. They had a very simple wedding.&lt;br /&gt;4. During their marriage, they have had 3 children.&lt;br /&gt;5. For several years, they lived on a farm in Pampa. These were rough times. Money was tight and they had three children to care for. At one point, they had a child in college, high school, and elementary.&lt;br /&gt;6. One time during a blizzard on the farm, my Dad and Mom were out breaking water and my Dad thought he was going to go across some rough road. He told my Mom to hang on and the next thing they knew, he had thrown her through the windshield. (He hit a bank instead!)&lt;br /&gt;7. There were times during my childhood that I thought they'd never be married 57 years.&lt;br /&gt;8. After leaving the farm, my Dad became quite successful in the oilfield.&lt;br /&gt;9. My Mom was my Dad's secretary for many years.&lt;br /&gt;10. My Mom got up and quit one day and Daddy told her she couldn't, she walked out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;11. She went back to work as my Dad's secretary after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;12. They love to listen to old gospel music.&lt;br /&gt;13. They love animals.&lt;br /&gt;14. They had a dog named Shorty that died a year or so ago. They made a memory book for him and had him buried (headstone, casket, and all!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Unfortanely, I have seen and heard them argue like none other!&lt;br /&gt;16. Fortunately, I have seen them love each other like none other!&lt;br /&gt;17. They would be lost without the other.&lt;br /&gt;18. I watched them grieve the loss of my brother 10 years ago. I didn't think they'd make it through and I believe the only way they did make it through was God and each other.&lt;br /&gt;19. They have the utmost respect for my sister and the business that she has built. They brag on her all the time. ( I'm pretty fond of her too)&lt;br /&gt;20. They LOVE their grandchildren and great-grandchildren (11 in all).&lt;br /&gt;21. At Christmas, they always make homemade candy together.&lt;br /&gt;22. At Christmas, they always have gifts for any "extra" people that might come in.&lt;br /&gt;23. My Mom has cooked 3 meals a day for MOST of these 57 years.&lt;br /&gt;24. They don't have a dishwasher and don't want one. (this is something I CAN'T understand)&lt;br /&gt;25. The table is fully set for every meal. Buffet style is out of the question and so are paper plates!&lt;br /&gt;26. My Mom makes the best pies and my Dad loves to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;27. Shoot, my Mom is the best cook I know!&lt;br /&gt;28. They are very giving people.&lt;br /&gt;29. They are very old-fashioned in their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;30. Even though they don't really have to, they like to live the simple life.&lt;br /&gt;31l They would help their kids through anything. (we might get a tongue lashing, but they'd still help us!.&lt;br /&gt;32. They have a set day for laundry and it is usually all done by 10:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;33. My Dad has supported my Mom through Breast Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;34. My Mom has supported my Dad through heart problems.&lt;br /&gt;35. They met my daughter's birthmom.&lt;br /&gt;36. They watched me march during many half-time shows in high school.&lt;br /&gt;37. The still have their original microwave.&lt;br /&gt;38. They are caretakers to some stray cats.&lt;br /&gt;39. My Mom makes hamburger patties to feed the stray cats. (is it any wonder they're not strays anymore?)&lt;br /&gt;40. They really are each others best friend.&lt;br /&gt;41. They "expect" to hear from every child and grandchild on birthdays and anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;42. They make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;43. They laugh at me, I'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;44. They used to own race horses.&lt;br /&gt;45. They love Taco Bell tacos.&lt;br /&gt;46. They can barely eat 2 Taco Bell tacos.&lt;br /&gt;47. On their wedding night, they went to eat shrimp and have eaten shrimp on every anniversary since then.&lt;br /&gt;48. They have supported me through some very dark times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;49. They have cheered me on during some very bright times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;50. They love me (I know I've already said that but I believe they love me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;51. They worry about each other.&lt;br /&gt;52. They go to church most Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;53. They love to go back for "5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Sunday Singing".&lt;br /&gt;54. They love to tell us stories of "back then".&lt;br /&gt;55. They love to watch "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?"&lt;br /&gt;56. I think they're two of the smartest people I know ( and yes, there was a time in my life that I didn't think this)&lt;br /&gt;and finally.....&lt;br /&gt;57. I love them so very, very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315334079059284642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScPcLtzbUqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5-k0N0e-G_c/s400/101_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. A long list of things that may matter nothing to you but are the mere essence of who my parents are and have been together for 57 years. You don't find marriages that have sustained that long, too often these days. It hasn't always been pleasant, but it has always been. Happy Friday friends! Thanks for letting me share about two wonderful people in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8791678116379656383?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8791678116379656383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8791678116379656383' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8791678116379656383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8791678116379656383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/cup-of-coffee-and-toast-to-my-parents.html' title='A cup of Coffee and  a Toast to my Parents'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScPdmp7T8iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lma1jaQgAZw/s72-c/coffee+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8596626067252355510</id><published>2009-03-18T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:03:12.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday.....Can you guess what we did this morning????  LOVE Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScFFL6Oyp-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D7-9VJ2YWO0/s1600-h/100_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314605106186069986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScFFL6Oyp-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D7-9VJ2YWO0/s400/100_0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8596626067252355510?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8596626067252355510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8596626067252355510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8596626067252355510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8596626067252355510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesdaycan-you-guess-what-we.html' title='Wordless Wednesday.....Can you guess what we did this morning????  LOVE Spring Break!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/ScFFL6Oyp-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D7-9VJ2YWO0/s72-c/100_0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6524596867971475093</id><published>2009-03-17T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:29:06.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproofing</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have witnessed many people who have become unforgiving and way too judgmental.  I, myself, have fallen into these two categories on more than one occasion.  It isn't anything I'm proud of and struggle with it on a daily basis.  Sal and I are doing the "Fireproofing your Marriage" bible study with our Sunday School class and it has gotten me to thinking.  There are so many areas in my life that need Fireproofing and one of those is my relationship with others.  Is there someone in your life that you need to forgive?  Have you been judgemental?  I think at one time or another, we can all say yes.  This morning I looked up some scripture that I would like to share.  I pray that they will help you fireproof your relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark 11:25&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 5:24&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt; 3:13&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leviticus 19:17-18&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Do not hate your brother in your heart. Rebuke your neighbor frankly so you will not share in his guilt. Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 4:31-32&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 19:14&lt;/strong&gt;  - &lt;em&gt;May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 12:36&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 4:11&lt;/strong&gt;  -&lt;em&gt; Brothers, do not slander one another. Anyone who speaks against his brother or judges him speaks against the law and judges it. When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, but sitting in judgment on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these made me say OUCH!  But then again, that's why I need to Fireproof so I don't get burned!  &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Patricks&lt;/span&gt; Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6524596867971475093?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6524596867971475093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6524596867971475093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6524596867971475093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6524596867971475093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/fireproofing.html' title='Fireproofing'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-630265232163014453</id><published>2009-03-16T00:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:08:25.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings in Disguise</title><content type='html'>Our Spring Break started Friday, at 3:01. I thought it would never arrive!  We had planned on heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ruidoso&lt;/span&gt; for a long weekend but on Wednesday, our plans very unexpectedly fell through.  When we broke the news to the kids, they took it like troopers (actually better than we did!) and they suggested we head to Nana and Papaw's house.  So....Friday evening we braved the weather (rain, snow, and sleet) and went to Nana and Papaw's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad will be 80 years old very soon and my Mom is 76.  It seems that their social calendars are filled with doctor's appointments, the post office, and the grocery store.  We arrived very late Friday night, stopped by for a brief visit and headed to the hotel.  The kids wanted to take our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; so that their Papaw could box (he was a Golden Gloves champion MANY years ago).  So...Saturday morning the kids taught Papaw to box.  Oh my goodness....I can't tell you when I laughed that hard.  My Mom had to finally leave the room because she was laughing so hard.  Daddy took his three round boxing match very seriously and I'm glad to say he was victorious (I actually think it would have made him mad if he would have lost!).  He watched Clarissa and I play a few rounds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Tennis and then he joined in with the kids on a game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; golf.  After lunch, I pulled out my laptop to show them some pictures that I had on the computer.  Understand that my parents know NOTHING about the computer.  Someone nearby had wireless and so I joined in with them and connected to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;.  My Mom and Dad began to watch and before long, they were like kids in a candy store!  We sat and surfed for about 4 hours!!!  They had me looking up everything and even got a little introduction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  That evening, they joined us at the hotel to watch the kids swim.  Sal and Daddy played a few games of pool and then Daddy tried his hand against Jonathon in ping pong.  Mom and I enjoyed our long talks in between the laughs.  Today we hung out at their house again, looking at some old pictures and talking.  (I do have lots of fun pictures, I'll try and get them posted later!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I've laughed as hard as I did!  I am so glad that my kids got to see their Papaw box and that they will always have that memory.   I'm glad that boys never change and that Sal swears he let Daddy win both games of pool and that Jonathon and Clarissa can laugh about how many times they had to retrieve the ping pong ball out of the pool!  Life is so short and I've realized that even more since my father-in-laws passing. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ruidoso&lt;/span&gt; would have been nice but I thank God for the blessing of this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of Spring break....I know we're going too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-630265232163014453?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/630265232163014453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=630265232163014453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/630265232163014453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/630265232163014453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings in Disguise'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-9169550552868542926</id><published>2009-03-11T00:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:35:13.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - She LOVES being a GIRL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sbc_Rhe15xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fr00b9ouOPg/s1600-h/100_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311783855784847122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sbc_Rhe15xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fr00b9ouOPg/s400/100_0349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-9169550552868542926?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9169550552868542926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=9169550552868542926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/9169550552868542926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/9169550552868542926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/wordless-wednesday-she-loves-being-girl.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - She LOVES being a GIRL!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Sbc_Rhe15xI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fr00b9ouOPg/s72-c/100_0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-247569072795331400</id><published>2009-03-08T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:50:45.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE on Birthdays, Boogers, and Breakdowns</title><content type='html'>Sal returned home with a beautiful birthday cake, Clarissa and Jonathon presented me with a really cool purse (everyone knows how I love purses), they sang to me, were kind enough to only put one candle on the cake, and took me to Texas Land and Cattle for my birthday dinner. I hear that I'm supposed to pick out a new phone as well. OH, and the truck....My darling brother-in-law fixed it and we're rolling again! Have a great week everyone! FIVE DAYS UNTIL........SPRING BREAK.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-247569072795331400?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/247569072795331400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=247569072795331400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/247569072795331400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/247569072795331400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-birthdays-boogers-and.html' title='UPDATE on Birthdays, Boogers, and Breakdowns'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8833690724378230588</id><published>2009-03-07T10:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:39:13.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, Boogers, and Breakdowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING - THIS POST IS LONG AND NOT INTENDED FOR THE EASILY EMBARRASSED OR THOSE WITH WEAK STOMACHS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I promised I would blog soon and what better time to start than today...my 43rd birthday!! How blessed I have been. God has blessed me with a husband that is amazing, 2 beautiful children who are my world, parents that support me, a sister who loves me and makes me laugh, and friends that are the best in the world and make my life complete. It's funny how, back in the day, you looked forward to birthdays and the celebration. Now, it's kind of a day of reflection for me, of gratefulness. I have many fond birthday memories. There are the ones of when I was younger where my Mom would put together a fun gathering for my friends and I. My sister would usually make my cakes and they were phenomenal. I remember Holly Hobby, Pink Panther, Mickey Mouse. As I grew older and went to college, my Mom continued to have small celebrations but I was more interested in celebrating with friends. I would have to say I remember most....my 20th birthday. Without many details, it was an evening spent with some very dear, close friends who were a "little" rebellious and the effects lasted several days. After Sal and I got married, Sal seemed to inherit the role of planning the "birthday" day. He has many times surprised me with unique gifts, beautiful cakes and chocolate covered strawberries (my fav), and breakfast in bed. As I said earlier, I don't necessarily expect a day of celebration in fact, many more of these little birthdays and I"ll be wanting to FORGET them (that is if I can even remember them in the first place!). Today has been a bit "out of the ordinary". I have been plagued with a nasty head cold to start of year 43! I awoke this morning with both eyes matted shut, coughing, and struggling to breath because of the amount of SNOT in my nose. Sal was not home because he was out running some errands. I maneuvered my way to the kitchen for a cold drink of Diet Dr. Pepper (breakfast of champions) and my sweet Clarissa came in and told me Happy Birthday. Sal returned soon with a breakfast burrito that I could barely taste and had difficulty eating because I'd have to alternate bites and nose wiping. Sal needed me to follow him to the airport to leave his car for his boss who is coming into town today. Mind you....I had not been up for long! Thinking we'd make a quick trip, I threw on some clothes without putting on the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;asic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;equired &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ccessory, found some easy slip on shoes, pulled my hair up in a ponytail (ab0ut 2" long), and out the door I went (remember...no makeup). My famous last words were, "I'd hate to get stranded somewhere looking like this!". So we drop off the car, make a few "unexpected stops", go to the cemetery because Sal wanted to see his Dad's headstone, and then Sal decided he needed to stop at Academy. &lt;em&gt;NOTE - THIS IS WHERE THE STORY TAKES A REALLY BAD TURN!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting in the parking lot for Sal to finish shopping, my truck starts making the WORST sound I have ever heard a vehicle make! I quickly turned it off and when I tried to restart it, the sound was even worse! Great, I'm stuck here, looking like this, feeling like this and my truck won't work! After Sal returns, he decides to call his brother to come help us and I decided that this was more fun than I bargained for and called my wonderful friend to come pick me up and and take me home. (there are only a few people that I'd let see me looking like a hot mess!) I failed to mention, Clarissa had made the journey with us and she had just thrown on some clothes, no shoes, and I don't believe she visited a brush this morning! While waiting on our ride, I realized that I really needed to find a restroom but OH, I can't go in the store because I look like THIS!!! So, I will hold it! (Let's hope I don't have to sneeze too much because then holding it may no longer be an option!) Finally, my brother-in-law arrives and the guys make their observations and my brother-in-law assures me it sounds worse than it is. (easy for him to say) He tries to cheer me up and is quite the clown and so he thought this entire ordeal was pretty funny, especially when my dear daughter announced to him that I didn't have the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;asic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;equied &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;cccessory!!!! My faithful friend showed and brought me home and the first thing I did was take a shower! I have no idea where my husband or my truck are at this time but I do know that my birthday lunch is going to consist of delivery pizza! Needless to say, my husband was the LAST one to tell me Happy Birthday this morning, there was no breakfast in bead, my unique gift has consisted of car parts, and I have not seen a birthday cake or strawberries. BUT, I'm still blessed - a bit frustrated today - but blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past 2 months I've not felt I had too much to blog about. If today is any indication, I believe I'm back in the saddle and will have lots of things to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8833690724378230588?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8833690724378230588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8833690724378230588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8833690724378230588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8833690724378230588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthdays-boogers-and-breakdowns.html' title='Birthdays, Boogers, and Breakdowns'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6622907848617239731</id><published>2009-02-26T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:50:37.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been away for awhile.  No, I haven't decided to stop blogging.  Yes, I hear your words when you ask me when I'm going to blog again.  No, I'm not blogging in full today.  Yes, I will blog very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6622907848617239731?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6622907848617239731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6622907848617239731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6622907848617239731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6622907848617239731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4300017097612972528</id><published>2009-01-19T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:55:22.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will you be?</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a great day in American History.  How many of our ancestors never would have dreamed that an African-American would become president of the United States.  Where will you be?  What will you be doing?  Whatever it is, I hope that you will take time to pray for President-Elect Obama.  Whether you voted for him or not......we are commanded to pray.  God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray for rulers and for all who have authority so that we can have quiet and peaceful lives full of worship and respect for God.&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 2:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4300017097612972528?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4300017097612972528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4300017097612972528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4300017097612972528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4300017097612972528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-will-you-be.html' title='Where will you be?'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7563459177815627958</id><published>2009-01-07T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:39:14.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to begin????</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't know where to begin this post.  It has only been 7 days since my last post but so much has occurred.  Many people have flippantly made the comment  - "Did you have a good New Year?" ..... I want so bad to say, uh....NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning hours of January 1, we received a phone call that has completely changed our lives and put many things into prospective.  My father-in-law was very ill, consumed with cancer, and was dying.  Sal and I spent the next 44 hours at the hospital with family watching one of the strongest men I know, pass away.  If I never have to do that again, it will be too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law passed away around 2:37 Saturday morning, January 3, 2 hours and 37 minutes into my husband's 46&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  We had his funeral yesterday and at times it is still so hard for me to imagine that this has all happened.  My heart is breaking because my husband has lost his Dad, a man he loved dearly and my mother-in-law, his wife of 53 years, is now alone.  I am one of those people who is a "fixer" and I can't fix this and that is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, they asked the kids, what they had learned from the Dad. They mentioned "how to live", "how to love", and "how to laugh".  He did teach his kids and those of us brought into the family how to do those things.  However, one of the things I was thinking about that I wouldn't mention for fear of really losing it, was that he taught his sons how to be men and how to take care of their families.  I am so thankful for my husband and what he does to take care of us.  I see him look at his Mom and his desire to take care of her and I know that he too, is teaching our children this same legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first 7 days of 2009 has brought sadness and many tears.  It has brought to mind these lyrics by Casting Crown - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll praise You in the storm, and I will lift my hands for You are who You are no matter where I am, every tear I've cried, You hold in Your hand. You never left my side and though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm."&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As hard as this past week has been, I will continue to lift my eyes to the hills because I know where the help comes from.  Please keep our family in your prayers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cele" , I'm going to miss you.  May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7563459177815627958?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7563459177815627958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7563459177815627958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7563459177815627958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7563459177815627958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin????'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5618415984240819016</id><published>2008-12-31T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:53:29.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Bye Bye 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVv3gHp-k2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/06LZ22CnsZQ/s1600-h/100_1998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286090718832399202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVv3gHp-k2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/06LZ22CnsZQ/s320/100_1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5618415984240819016?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5618415984240819016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5618415984240819016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5618415984240819016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5618415984240819016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordless-wednesday-bye-bye-2008.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Bye Bye 2008!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVv3gHp-k2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/06LZ22CnsZQ/s72-c/100_1998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-500644378177859887</id><published>2008-12-28T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:01:44.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back - Years and a Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7TAzdG6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VicAqcVP10w/s1600-h/101_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Sal and I celebrate our 17th wedding anniversary. My how time flies! I'll never forget that cool December day. It wasn't the PERFECT wedding but it was such a happy time time for us. In looking back over the 17 years, it is very clear how God has had His guiding hand upon us, had mercy on us, and has greatly blessed us. We joke about the times (that lovely first year) that we didn't even have money to buy a soda and now I look around to see that Sonic cups are part of the decor of our home! In 17 years, God has allowed me to see Sal accept Jesus Christ as his personal savior, get baptized, watch  him graduate from college, allow me to complete a Master's degree, buy a home, buy a few cars, need a new car, go through some very difficult times in trying to have a child, and then blessing us beyond imagination with two wonderful children and then seeing both of them accept the Lord. I could go on and on about these last 17 years! However, through it all - good and bad - I am so thankful that I got to go through it with my very best friend. I can only hope that God allows us to spend another 17 years (and more) together making memories, good and bad.  Happy anniversary honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in looking back over the past few days, I have a few pictures of this Christmas to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made cookies for Santa that definately had the seal of approval!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7ReaBeOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kC96f4Zr_Ik/s1600-h/101_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898596636948706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7ReaBeOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kC96f4Zr_Ik/s200/101_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we got a little carried away and made cookies for Santa AND the elves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7R_yppII/AAAAAAAAAIk/mIt7Ib2Ymvg/s1600-h/101_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898605598614658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7R_yppII/AAAAAAAAAIk/mIt7Ib2Ymvg/s200/101_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7SA2SWbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Q9nhf61_Kyo/s1600-h/101_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids watched Santa on the radar (one of us more intent that the other), but it was nice that he played along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7SA2SWbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Q9nhf61_Kyo/s1600-h/101_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898605882300850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7SA2SWbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Q9nhf61_Kyo/s200/101_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7TAzdG6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VicAqcVP10w/s1600-h/101_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4:30 A.M. &lt;/span&gt;we opened presents and Clarissa was quite excited over her Jonas brothers posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7StMqYBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eu4TbHMjT70/s1600-h/101_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898617787310098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7StMqYBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eu4TbHMjT70/s200/101_0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite picture of all! This was their first reaction when they opened the HUGE box that contained their Wii! They have saved their money for several months with the anticipation that if Santa did not bring a Wii (because they knew Mom and Dad wouldn't), they would buy one for themselves. They were SOOOOooooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7TAzdG6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VicAqcVP10w/s1600-h/101_0227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284898623050292130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7TAzdG6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/VicAqcVP10w/s200/101_0227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a great Christmas and I hope that as you look back over the past days, weeks, or even many years, that you too can see how blessed we all are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-500644378177859887?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/500644378177859887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=500644378177859887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/500644378177859887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/500644378177859887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/looking-back-years-and-few-days.html' title='Looking Back - Years and a Few Days'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVe7ReaBeOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kC96f4Zr_Ik/s72-c/101_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8238924148505851336</id><published>2008-12-24T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:54:14.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - Reindeer, Moose, Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa4JxLuoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P5RurOYCptc/s1600-h/101_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283385233600395906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa4JxLuoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P5RurOYCptc/s200/101_0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa3i6W87I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8wqRY0Wp6zo/s1600-h/101_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283385223169897394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa3i6W87I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8wqRY0Wp6zo/s200/101_0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa3SBBOGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BPNwWuMd8_E/s1600-h/101_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283385218634430562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa3SBBOGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BPNwWuMd8_E/s200/101_0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8238924148505851336?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8238924148505851336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8238924148505851336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8238924148505851336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8238924148505851336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordless-wednesday-reindeer-moose-huh.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - Reindeer, Moose, Huh?'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SVJa4JxLuoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/P5RurOYCptc/s72-c/101_0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6832933609536276702</id><published>2008-12-19T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:21:50.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull up a Chair for Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SUv6E7M0jVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WmZxtMRl_PY/s1600-h/coffee+cup.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281589950539926866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SUv6E7M0jVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WmZxtMRl_PY/s200/coffee+cup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is if you can find one! Oh well, come on over anyway! I've got Diet Dr. Pepper and Danish Butter Cookies, yum, yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been a crazy week but before I get there, let's talk about last Friday. We did end up at the movies and I let the kids vote. Amazingly enough, the movie was chosen and we still loved each other! Madagascar 2 got our vote. It was a pretty cute movie, even if I did get rather sleepy towards the end! The kids really enjoyed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, back to the crazy week! The last week of school for the semester. Praise the Lord!!! I was busy with school functions at my school, the kids were busy with functions at their schools, and Sal has been extremely busy with work. On top of all of that, we've been preparing to leave town this evening to go to my parent's house to have Christmas with my family tomorrow. As I sit here and blog, I'm not packed and I still have two gifts to buy and we're leaving in 4 hours! BUT, I am going to get my nails done in about 30 minutes! You know, sometimes you just have to take care of YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, our Friday family night will be spent on the road for about 3 - 3 1/2 hours. We'll spend the time napping and singing Christmas carols probably. What kinds of things do you do with your family to pass the time on the road?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do have one request before I leave this nice time together. My Mom is a breast cancer survivor. During the chemotherapy, her kidneys were damaged and she is now facing dialysis. She has also had a suspicious spot come up on her arm and was told this week by her doctor that he suspects it is cancer. Please lift her up in your prayers this week. She is a 76 year old angel of a woman that I hold very dear to my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope that you will all have a wonderful weekend and enjoy this last weekend before we celebrate our Savior's birth! Thanks for stopping by!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6832933609536276702?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6832933609536276702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6832933609536276702' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6832933609536276702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6832933609536276702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/pull-up-chair-for-coffee.html' title='Pull up a Chair for Coffee'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SUv6E7M0jVI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WmZxtMRl_PY/s72-c/coffee+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7459698523510720562</id><published>2008-12-13T22:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:39:59.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Aware</title><content type='html'>Well this day has certainly flown by! Somehow I actually thought I'd bake cookies....didn't happen! But what did happen was that we have had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was relaxing on the couch because I wasn't quite ready to hit the ground running, watching a Christmas cartoon that just "happened" to be on and found my two children (ages 11 &amp;amp; 7), both cuddling up to me so you know, I couldn't just GET UP! I had to wait until they were ready to get up because those moments are few and far between. Oh, how I enjoyed it! I couldn't tell you what I was watching on TV but I sure know that I was soaking up every second of my kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got up and got ready and went to church for Clarissa's program. We couldn't have flash photography during the performance but I did manage to get a picture of my little "angel" beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477181946186226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SUR4hm2uyfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V-3q2k-Vb3U/s200/101_0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She did such a good job! During her "semi-solo" performance as a Commandment Kid (Commandment 5 - Honor your father and mother)! After her time on the big stage was over and all the other children were returning to their spots, she turned around to the audience, gave a bow, a wave, and blew a kiss! It was quite adorable! I must report that she did have an angel emergency during the program - her halo fell off! But she quickly picked it up, put it back on only to find that it was broken! :( Oh well, we fixed it afterwards and she's good to go for tomorrow's performance! Can't wait to see what she'll do tomorrow...you know, show biz!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the performance, Clarissa had a choir party at Mr. Gatti's (not my favorite place)! My favorite guys took me to the Rib Crib for a late lunch. We had a great time! It had been a while since we had spent some alone time with just Jonathon. I did have a surprise when I looked up and saw this.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279481251472439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SUR8OfBZecI/AAAAAAAAAHs/MY-mnYP60jo/s200/101_0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's right! It's a racoon's bottom! Not exactly what I was expecting so see while I'm eating and did I mention, he (it) was hanging over the tea pitcher! We all got a good laugh over it but seriously....a racoon's bottom???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the Rib Crib, we went to pick up Clarissa from her party and on the way home, we decided to make an unexpected stop at the Dollar Tree!! I LOVE THIS STORE! We acted like we hadn't been let out for months!!!! We were all finding goodies and the most exciting find for the kids were the battery operated tooth brushes! Well, while I'm blogging, we're trying to figure out how to get the toothbrush to shut off because it won't stop!!!!! My seven year old has decided that we have to take the batteries out each time when we're done! Hmmm...is that what they mean by "You get what you pay for"???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up at home and everyone is tired now and not interested in baking! So we've all kind of just hung out and are getting ready for tomorrow! I spoke with my sister this morning and she had told me about an herbal remedy that I got confused and well....without embarrassing myself, let's just say, tonight when I asked her about it again, we had a very hard, deep, long laugh! (Something about marshmallows) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As fast as the day has gone, I sure have enjoyed it! I hope that MY angels are ALWAYS aware of how much I love hanging out with them! I hope your day was just as blessed! (minus the racoon's bottom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7459698523510720562?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7459698523510720562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7459698523510720562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7459698523510720562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7459698523510720562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/angels-aware.html' title='Angels Aware'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SUR4hm2uyfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V-3q2k-Vb3U/s72-c/101_0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1911841249926034637</id><published>2008-12-12T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:58:49.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a "Coffee" Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SULsjOaOQXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QpW6m92wjbw/s1600-h/coffee+cup.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279041803139301746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SULsjOaOQXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QpW6m92wjbw/s200/coffee+cup.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am new to this whole Company Girl Coffe Break thing but I am having a blast figuring it out and exploring everything! So, as I sit here with my drink of choice (right now Ice Water), I realize how much I love just kicking back and checking in with others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this time of year and of course I LIVE for Christmas! The cool, crisp air seems to energize me and the excitiment that I see in my children rejuvenates me! With the economy this yer, we've tried to shop "responsibly" and shop early so that we're not stuck at the end, giving our arms, legs, and home for something that the kids wanted. I'm excited to start an interactive Nativity with my family this weekend. It is called What God wants for Christmas. You open up a new box to it every night for seven days. There are devotional questions that go along with it. Our Children's minister gave it to me last year for Christmas and I've been waiting almost a year to dive in. I think my kids are really going to love it, especially my 7 year old daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vowed that I was going to try not to get so caught up in the hustle and bustle of the season this year and enjoy every moment that I could. So far, I think we're doing pretty good. Friday nights are usually our "family game night" but tonight we've decided to "go on the road" and see a movie. Of course, as of 30 minutes ago, we had at least 4 different opinions as to what we want to see (we only have 4 people in our family!) Yikes! We will somehow, diplomatically come up with a solution and be off to have a great, relaxing time as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you will take time to relax, enjoy, worship the one for the season, and hug someone that you haven't in a while! It will make everyone feel a little better! Thanks for stopping by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1911841249926034637?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1911841249926034637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1911841249926034637' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1911841249926034637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1911841249926034637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-coffee-break.html' title='Time for a &quot;Coffee&quot; Break'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SULsjOaOQXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QpW6m92wjbw/s72-c/coffee+cup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7858064437168233899</id><published>2008-12-08T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:27:54.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;1. Post rules on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;2. Answer the six "4" items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;3. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving them a comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Things I Did Yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt; Went to church, rested my foot, updated my blog, took a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Things I Look Forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; Being out of school for two weeks, Christmas morning with my children, Celebrating 17 years of marriage on Dec. 28, going to the Transiberian Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Things On My Wish List:&lt;/strong&gt; For my students to do well on their Reading benchmark, for my heel to heal, a new phone, to have my house completely cleaned and organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Restaurnts I like:&lt;/strong&gt; Yamagata, Garcia's, Lujan's, Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Favorite TV Shows:&lt;/strong&gt; American Idol, Law and Order SVU, Dancing with the Stars, Extreme Home Makeover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 People I Tag (You're it):&lt;/strong&gt; Penny, Sarah, Megan, Cheryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7858064437168233899?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7858064437168233899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7858064437168233899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7858064437168233899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7858064437168233899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2401895488666508227</id><published>2008-12-07T17:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:59:33.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey, Tech, and a Hairline Fracture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share a little bit of what's been going on in our lives over the past few weeks. We enjoyed a great Thanksgiving at my Mom and Dad's house. I love them so much! The Lord has really blessed us. Daddy will be 80 in May and Mom is 76. I love the picture below! It makes my 5'5" self seem so tall! (only because, God bless them, they're SHRINKING!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOMFDsbUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Of9x7Eqm3Pc/s1600-h/101_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277178832794447170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOMFDsbUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Of9x7Eqm3Pc/s200/101_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To make things easier on Mom and Dad, we decided to stay at a hotel instead of moving our circus of 4 into their place. It ended up being a great idea because the kids had something to do on Thursday afternoon to wear off some turkey and some energy. This is a picture of my monkeys, just hanging around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOLhDukkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1LE40EOUnew/s1600-h/101_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277178823130911298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOLhDukkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1LE40EOUnew/s200/101_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a day of playing with her brother and her cousin, then packing in an afternoon of swimming, Clarissa was quite worn out. I think this is a sweet picture. She found a warm spot with Nana to snooze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOLQX29WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YHJHgpdD-MQ/s1600-h/101_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277178818651944290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOLQX29WI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YHJHgpdD-MQ/s200/101_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holidays because it is, unfortunately, one of the few times that all (or most of all) of my family gets together. This is a picture of Clarissa and my great-nephew (Chelsi's little boy) Joshua. He is precious! The kids had a great time playing with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOKyBFl5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/usPylbogsOc/s1600-h/101_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277178810503370642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOKyBFl5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/usPylbogsOc/s200/101_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of all the many things I have to be thankful for, I am so very thankful for these two precious children below. Many of you know the journey that Sal and I traveled to even have them in our lives, in fact many of you traveled that journey with us! I hope a day never goes by that they don't know how much I love them and how thankful I am to my Lord that I have the priviledge of being their Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOKT924gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sxu69RKgp84/s1600-h/101_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277178802436760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOKT924gI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sxu69RKgp84/s200/101_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Thanksgiving, we came back to Lubbock to enjoy the TTU/Baylor game.  You are not seeing things below!  Our die hard Texas Longhorn fan is wearing a Texas Tech shirt!  He lived through it too! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277182799321498930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxRy9hcBTI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cXJC5oTsXDQ/s200/101_0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, my friends, is the biggest Red Raider fan there is!  She stood and cheered almost the entire game and by the end of the game, had a pretty good understanding of football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxRyXiPslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ixZr5jDLBFQ/s1600-h/101_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277182789124338258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxRyXiPslI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ixZr5jDLBFQ/s200/101_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week has been pretty interesting.  Tuesday morning we overslept and I woke up at 7:20!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to be at work at 7:30!!!!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The kids actually made it to school on time and I arrived at 8:28 and my students were kindly taken care of by my good teacher friend!  Wednesday morning as I was leaving for school, I found that my truck had been broken into and the only thing that we know they took was Jonathon's bible which we got back because it was found in someone's yard down the street!  So if that wasn't enough, Thursday morning I got up to find that the soreness in my foot that I had been feeling for about two weeks had intensified and I couldn't walk!  Well.....long story short, I have a hairline fracture in my heel bone.  I found my self sitting Thursday evening thinking&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;........."When the world is all as it should be, blessed be Your name, when the road is marked with suffering, blessed be your name.  Blessed be the name of the Lord!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for hanging around with me this long.  I hope that whatever comes your way this week that you will remember to say....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2401895488666508227?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2401895488666508227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2401895488666508227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2401895488666508227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2401895488666508227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/turkey-tech-and-hairline-fracture.html' title='Turkey, Tech, and a Hairline Fracture!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/STxOMFDsbUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Of9x7Eqm3Pc/s72-c/101_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1917082823411932398</id><published>2008-11-09T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:09:20.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine has a little boy who is very sick with a brain tumor at St. Jude's hospital.  He will be having his 2nd surgery tomorrow.  Please, please, please keep this family in your prayers.  I am attaching a link to their website so that you can learn more about this precious little boy's story.  Those of you that are Mom's, I know that as Mom's, we don't EVER want our children to be sick.  Let's all pull together as "momma bears" and pray for this family!  &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/trevortredaway"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/trevortredaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1917082823411932398?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1917082823411932398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1917082823411932398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1917082823411932398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1917082823411932398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8046574313066418294</id><published>2008-11-08T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:32:26.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>I have collected Precious Moments figurines for over 25 years now.  I have such a collection that I don't have room to display them all.  However, I can look at every single one and recall (almost) the person who gave it to me and the place where I was when I received them.  They represent so many fond memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day for another type of Precious Moments.  We received our new furniture (finally) and the kids were so excited.  But with the day, came moving out old stuff and rearranging.  It was a pretty full day.  After deciding to take a break for a late lunch, I glanced out the front door to see my two, very precious children poised in what was to me a very precious moment.  Clarissa was sitting on the sidewalk with a flowerpot that she had painted, determined (as she is about everything) to dig enough dirt with her hand to fill the pot.  It was moving rather slowly but she continued to work diligently.  Jonathon, on the other hand, was sitting out by the mailbox with a rather long and large twig that he had gotten during a tree climb, and had a small saw, sawing away at this twig,  Although the saw wasn't cooperating, he continued to work and be content with what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a moment that I wanted to take in for a very long time.  They were both so sweet, innocent, and childlike.  Those moments are more precious to me than any figurine I have.   I love my children so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8046574313066418294?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8046574313066418294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8046574313066418294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8046574313066418294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8046574313066418294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-9058589246672251035</id><published>2008-10-25T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:20:21.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher Calls</title><content type='html'>This week has been quite active!  Sal was out of town for the first part and the daily activities did not slow down!  But, to add to the excitement this week, the teachers were calling!  Tuesday, after returning from my conference, I received a call from Clarissa's teacher.  Clarissa had decided that she was mad at the teacher and so she wasn't going to do any work!  Not the kind of call you want to get ESPECIALLY when you are a teacher yourself!  So, I spoke with Clarissa through gritted teeth, reminding her of why she was at school and that I fully believed the whole &lt;em&gt;"spare the rod, spoil the child"  Proverb,&lt;/em&gt; hung up and prayed that I had made a believer out of her because I sure didn't want to have to leave my school to go to hers and PROVE myself!  At the end of the day, I received an email from her teacher thanking me for my support and letting me know that Clarissa had been an angel the rest of the day.  Tuesday evening wasn't too much fun around our house because there was still consequences to dish out!  Wednesday on my conference I received ANOTHER call, this time from a teacher at Jonathon's school. It starts out like this...."Is this Jonathon's Mom?"; for a brief second I wanted to say no.....but I didn't!  So, I owned up to who I was and prepared myself for what I THOUGHT was to come.....but I was wrong.  One of his teachers was calling to tell me how much she enjoyed having him in her class, how he was such a model student for others to follow, and that she just wanted me to know.  WOW!  I was speechless.  Just 24 hours before I was speaking through gritted teeth!  I quickly knew that I needed to celebrate Jonathon and what he was doing and I felt bad for Clarissa and knew it would upset her because in her eyes, Jonathon NEVER gets in trouble! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSERT NOTE - Don't ever leave God out of the equation....HE is SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I left school that day, I checked back over my email and had received an email from Clarissa's teacher.  It said.."Just wanted you to know that Clarissa is back to her wonderful self today.  She was her sweet, hardworking, great attitude self.  Just wanted you to know!"  It brought tears to my eyes!  Now, we can all celebrate and we did! (Ice cream and gum....that's a whole other blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week ended with another call from the counselor and Jonathon's school, wanting to share with me some words that she had heard from teacher's about Jonathon.....all so pleasing to a mother's ear and then last night at Clarissa's fall festival, the coach telling me how sweet and cooperative Clarissa is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why blog about all of this?  Well, for a couple of reasons.  One, to let folks know that even teachers get those yucky phone calls from their kid's teachers.  Two, never underestimate your kids! Three, remember at all times to celebrate the successes more than the failures. Finally, to thank God for using my children to make me a better parent AND a better teacher.  I plan on making more POSITIVE calls this week than those yucky ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-9058589246672251035?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9058589246672251035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=9058589246672251035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/9058589246672251035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/9058589246672251035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/teacher-calls.html' title='Teacher Calls'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5012776825041231291</id><published>2008-10-12T23:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:51:55.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs Galore!</title><content type='html'>Sal and I have been looking at living room furniture for about a month now and finally found something that we both liked this weekend.  How blessed we are that we were able to purchase new furniture.  I took a picture of it with my phone but will have to wait until it arrives to take a picture with the camera so that I can post it!  New LARGE purchases always make me a little nervous but I'm excited for it to get here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also treated ourselves to Trans-Siberian Orchestra tickets for December 30!  After the furniture and the tickets we told each other Merry Christmas, Happy Anniversary, and Happy Birthday!  YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the work begins.  We're turning the playroom into a gameroom which is a little sad I must say.  There is no longer really a need for one room devoted to the playroom rather now they've moved into the need for a "gameroom".  We'll move our loveseat into there and give our couch and tables away.  We want to have the carpet cleaned and I'd love to put a fresh coat of paint on before the furniture arrives.  All of this on top of....we have already begun tearing off wallpaper in the kid's bathroom and have bought new flooring for it so that project needs to be finished.  We need to paint both kid's rooms and Sal mentioned recarpeting them this weekend and then there's the "gameroom" that will need some paint and other work!  I guess we won't be bored this winter, huh?  I just pray we get it all done and still like each other at the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5012776825041231291?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5012776825041231291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5012776825041231291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5012776825041231291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5012776825041231291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/jobs-galore.html' title='Jobs Galore!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-12274065080666741</id><published>2008-10-03T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:08:46.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Random Things</title><content type='html'>My friend Melissa has tagged me and now I need to post six random things about me.  This could be hard because I know there are many more than six but I'll try!  Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When I was little we had a pet pig.  We raised pigs and this was the runt of the litter.  We raised him in the house and his name was Arnold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I can't stand to drink something in a restaurant without a straw.  I start thinking of all of the lips that have touched the glass and it grosses me out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When I was little, I wanted to own my own full-service gas station just so I could use the squeegie thing to clean windows.  I still love cleaning the windows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am a list person.  I will add things I've already done to the list so that I dcan feel that sense of accomplishement when I cross them off.  Weird, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  One of my favorite meals is scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh tomatoes with toast!  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  If I think too deep about how God has blessed me with my children, I will cry.  They are both such miracles and there was a point in my life that I never thought I'd be a Mom.  God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - That's my beginning of randomness.  Now I tag Penny and Megan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-12274065080666741?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/12274065080666741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=12274065080666741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/12274065080666741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/12274065080666741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-random-things.html' title='Six Random Things'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4916966372496787052</id><published>2008-09-29T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:20:24.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pole and other Stuff</title><content type='html'>I've been intending to blog since last Wednesday.  I guess good intentions mean nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;withoug&lt;/span&gt; actions, huh?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anways&lt;/span&gt;, last Wednesday was See You at The Pole, a time for middle school and high school students across the nation to gather at their school's flag pole to pray for the school, the teachers, students, etc.  Jonathon wanted to go and so I took him bright and early since I had a meeting that morning at Central Office.  What happened after we arrived will forever be grained into my soul.  When we arrived, there was one other young man at the pole, alone.  Mind you, well over 800 students attend this school.  I made the comment that he was all alone and fully expected Jonathon to do the "cool" thing and wait in the car to see if more people showed.  I was wrong.  Jonathon asked me if he could leave his things in the car while he went to the pole, so I waited.  He went to the pole, introduced himself to the other young man, and they talked for a little while and then they began to pray.  I was so moved.  They remained there for some time and I saw a young girl approach them.  A short while later Jonathon returned to the car and I just looked at him as he said, I can't believe that we were the only ones!  I asked him about the young girl and he said she asked what they were doing and he explained that they were praying for their school, etc.. She had no response then but I know that those words will impact her at some time.  I expressed to Jonathon how proud I was of him as he stood at that pole praying while students and teachers walked past.  I told him that he took a stand for Jesus and that even though there were only 2, that God would bless that time there.  I told Sal later that day that even though Jonathon's at an age that it seems he does so much to drive us crazy, he also does so much to make us proud.  He loves the Lord and I know that and my prayer has been that the Lord would lead him to a closer relationship with Him.  Without nagging Jonathon or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guilting&lt;/span&gt; him into it, he actually had a devotional on his own this morning.  Something tells me he'll get so much more out of it because he CHOSE it rather than being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guilted&lt;/span&gt; into it.  He's growing up before our eyes and I am so glad that he's learning to take a stand for his Jesus at a very young age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for the next few days while my Dad has surgery.  Sal will be "single-parenting" until Thursday.  I can't wait to hear the stories of homework, hairstyles, taxi driving, and the brownie uniform!  I know that if anyone can do it though, Sal can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa is supposed to get her cast off on Friday!  PRAISE THE LORD!!!  She's so cute because the first thing she wants to do is to take a bath!  I thought that was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to laugh, ponder, and praise our Creator this week!  God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4916966372496787052?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4916966372496787052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4916966372496787052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4916966372496787052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4916966372496787052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/pole-and-other-stuff.html' title='The Pole and other Stuff'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4388827302212452476</id><published>2008-09-21T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:30:10.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged and to be quite honest, tonight I sit kind of blank.  I have really spent time pondering some things as of late and I'm frankly, just blank.  However, in my blankness, I am reminded of all the things and people in my life that I need to be grateful for, good and bad.  So to them and those, I say thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Facebook (yeah, I know, that's a funny one to start with) for allowing me the opportunuity to connect with some friends from the past.  Our lives have taken many different paths but through one social networking tool, they've been allowed to cross again.  I'm thankful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my husband for simply loving me, laughing with me, making me laugh, parenting with me (even though sometimes we don't have a clue what we're doing), griping with me, and dreaming with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those people, who have called themselves friends but have invested nothing into the relationship, it is from them that I gain the desire to be a better friend to those that do invest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my children for being cool kids, even though sometimes we don't see eye to eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my church, for believing in and calling a Man of God to minister to our youth.  I am so moved to see the unity and support of our students by people of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my co-worker who tells me more often than I deserve that I am a great teacher.  I do so appreciate those words and they drive me to become that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, thank you to my Lord for loving me, forgiving me, being patient with me, and leading me to the people that I need to surround myself with.  It is when I am where I am now.....blank.....that I believe HE can speak so clearly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4388827302212452476?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4388827302212452476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4388827302212452476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4388827302212452476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4388827302212452476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2457598798845927444</id><published>2008-09-10T06:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:10:47.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Wow! I have been intending to blog about the first week of school and here we are already into the third week! So much for good intentions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that we have all settled into our routines. Jonathon had a first week of adjustment but with a small change of schedule, he has now made the middle school adjustment look like a breeze! On top of his buddies from his elementary school, he is making new friends daily. He tells me every day that I pick him up that he loves it and that he had a great day. (don't get me wrong - given the chance to stay home over going to school.....he's choosing home!) Clarissa of course LOVES school and LOVES, LOVES, LOVES her teacher. I've really seen her mature some already this year. She's been a trooper, having to be at school in a wheelchair and missing out on some fun activities, but she maintains (usually) a pretty good attitude. I, once again, have been blessed with a pretty good group of students. I again have some kiddos with some pretty sad stories but I am convinced that God has me where I am because of kids like those! I love the kids I work with and they are making teaching fun and exciting. Man, they're so bright! I'm really looking forward to what the year will hold! On top of school, we're settling into the routine of gymnastics, church activities, youth activities, and somewhere in there, trying to find time to be a family. Sucha busy time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the subject...yesterday I was on my way home from school and while stopped at a traffice light I noticed that I was sandwiched in between some bumper sticker believing folks! Some of the ones that caught my attention and really got me to thinking: &lt;em&gt;You can't be BOTH....Catholic and Pro Choice&lt;/em&gt; - My thought was "You can't be BOTH.....CHRISTIAN and Pro-Choice! &lt;em&gt;Jesus is Coming....Look Busy - &lt;/em&gt;This one really got me! Are you kidding me?? I found that one a little bothersome. Jesus knowss our hearts. I don't believe He called us to "pretend" he called us to be his workers. I don't think we need to look busy, I think we need to BE busy! And then there were those bumper stickers that have been torn and tattered over the years. You know, the ones that are half on and half off and you can't read the full message. I kind of chuckled when I saw those and thought they were in a category all of their own and what it said about the people driving those cars......&lt;em&gt;I once had an opinion but I've been to busy to keep it up!&lt;/em&gt; Thank goodness the light turned because I was beginning to get too involved in the bumper stickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for now. Sal leaves this morning for 2 days in Dallas and the kids and I will try to survive our whirlwind without him! Happy Wednesday to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2457598798845927444?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2457598798845927444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2457598798845927444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2457598798845927444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2457598798845927444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-upo.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-456727502401474289</id><published>2008-08-24T22:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:09:25.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow begins a new chapter in the life of our family. Jonathon begins middle school and Clarissa will begin 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade. Jonathon is relatively excited but those nasty nerves did creep up some tonight. I know he's going to be fine. He has several friends going to the same middle school and has walked his schedule several times. I am excited about this phase in his life. As I've said before, it's been quite interesting watching it develop. Girlfriends (or should I say girlfriend), friends, activities - it's all a part of this phase. I remember praying for all of these people in his life right now the night he as born....I just had no idea it would come so soon. As much as I feel a bit nervous and teary eyed for him, I can't because I'm so excited to see how he's going to soar in Middle School. Below is his sling bag that he will be carrying from class to class. It looks so collegiate............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SLIgFsBgMHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KPMuMTjjzjE/s1600-h/100_2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238284598674206834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SLIgFsBgMHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KPMuMTjjzjE/s200/100_2567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Clarissa will probably never forget the start of her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade school year. She is wearing a bright pink cast. We learned last week that she has bones fusing together in her foot and the orthopedic surgeon is trying to prevent surgery by using a cast for at least 6 weeks. She has gotten pretty good with her crutches and will be in a wheelchair while at school. Even though she gets tired and her armpits are sore....she is super extra excited about starting school! She has mentioned a few times about being scared because her brother won't be there but I kind of think she's just trying to make him feel good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SLIhpGQxzhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZP2p4lNt4YQ/s1600-h/100_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238286306524646930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SLIhpGQxzhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZP2p4lNt4YQ/s200/100_2566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, the clothes are ironed (thanks to Sal), the school supplies all packed and ready to go, lunches are being made and prayers have been said - the morning is on its way.  With every new chapter in life comes many changes.  I know my kiddos are going to do a lot of changing this year but one thing that will never ever change, is how very much I love them and how very proud I am to be MOM to both of them!  Happy Back to School to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-456727502401474289?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/456727502401474289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=456727502401474289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/456727502401474289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/456727502401474289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-chapter.html' title='The Next Chapter'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SLIgFsBgMHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KPMuMTjjzjE/s72-c/100_2567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7309657689360858295</id><published>2008-08-19T00:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:59:18.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual things about me</title><content type='html'>I received this email and thought it might turn into an interesting blog activity. I've been so busy that it has taken me a little while to complete as you can tell by the publish date (today is really 8/23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes....&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese? On a good salad, absolutely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite T.V Series? Is American Idol a series??? Law and Order SVU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? No, only nerf guns here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? lemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointment? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? They're ok every now and then - love 'em on the grill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Christmas movie? The Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Juice or Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do pushups? only if my life depended on it and even then......it's a good thing I have eternal life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? my wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. First boyfriends name? Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite hobby? my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any Birthmarks? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What's one trait you hate about yourself? My stubborness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle name? Diann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment. I should be in bed - I'm thirsty- I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: shaved ice, PTA memberships, yearbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like your job? yes, 9 days out of 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What happened to #20????......beats me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Current Dislikes? chapped lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be? home w/ my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year? I think w/ friends but I really don't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own slippers? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing? a yellow one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Biggest Pet Peeve? chewing gum and sounding like a smacking cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color? Red or Hot Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower? I usually don't sing in the shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Kids? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite boy's name? Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now? I don't have pockets right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? Jonathon tickled me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS QUESTION??? It's looking for #20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst Injury you have ever had? tore my Achilles tendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you love where you live? for the most part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How many dogs do you have? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does anyone have a crush on you? he better, he's been married to me for almost 17 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!44. Favorite Candy? Whatchamacallit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book(s)? Besides the Bible? I guess it would be The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite store? hmmmm....I really don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Favorite Sports Team? Texas Tech football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What song(s) do you want played at your funeral? It is Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? I should stay in bed longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to copy and paste on your blog or an email! Now yo0u know a few unusual things about me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7309657689360858295?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7309657689360858295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7309657689360858295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7309657689360858295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7309657689360858295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/unusual-things-about-me.html' title='Unusual things about me'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5428675782030343940</id><published>2008-08-05T15:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:42:39.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes little Conveniences!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday afternoon, we noticed that our air conditioner was making a "funny noise". Sal didn't seem extremely concerned at first. He was scheduled to fly to Dallas on Sunday afternoon and I made the comment to him that I was going to be highly irritated if he left and the air conditioner went out while he was gone. So, not wanting me to be irritated, I guess, he called his maintenance man from the office and he advised Sal to spray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-40 on the blades of the blower fan,. Well of course, we were out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-40 and so Sal went to buy some. He came home and sprayed away, turned the AC back on and the noise was WORSE! Yeah, that one didn't work! By early afternoon, the noise was gone because the blower fan had completely STOPPED! That's right! No AC for us! We went to bed Saturday night at midnight and at 1:15 were up because we so hot that finding a breath was difficult! We had all ceiling fans running full blast only to blow around the hot air! OH, I failed to mention that Clarissa had had the stomach bug all day and so I'm sure at this point that we're all going to be sick because the germs are cooking and multiplying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning found us breaking a sweat while getting ready for church! We broke out the telephone book to find a repairman. Sal called several people who offered 24 hour service! Yeah right! We went to the early service and kindly sat on the back row so no one would be offended if we smelled. During service I bluntly told the Lord that I was so glad I was assured a spot in heaven because I had gotten a very small glimpse of the heat in Hell and I in no way wanted a part of that! We had lunch and came home to finish getting Sal ready to leave. A few people called but wanted Sal's arm, leg and our first born to come look at the AC PLUS they told us that the part would be over $400! He called some more people and through some family members, he ended up finding a man that was such a blessing! This gentleman came out Sunday afternoon to assess the problem and tried to at least get the AC working so that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; cook overnight. He couldn't but at least he tried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Sal to the airport and tried not to be too upset that we was about to stay in an air conditioned hotel room! The repairman wasn't going to return until Monday afternoon to fix the AC so the kids and I loaded up and was accommodated by some good friends who let us spend the night at their house. The AC was back on by 3:00 and we were so thankful! However, I was MORE than thankful when our total cost was under $200! Wow! Sal didn't have to sacrifice his limbs and Jonathon got to stay with us! Hallelujah! How thankful I am today to be blessed with the convenience of air conditioning. I know there are many people in the world without such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convenience&lt;/span&gt; and how I feel for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5428675782030343940?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5428675782030343940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5428675782030343940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5428675782030343940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5428675782030343940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/lifes-little-conveniences.html' title='Lifes little Conveniences!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1767335261001008811</id><published>2008-08-01T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:14:23.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='W'/><title type='text'>Lessons on Life</title><content type='html'>This week has been so busy.  I've been at school trying to get my room ready for the year, the kids have been attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; at our "old" church, Clarissa has had doctor's appointments, and then there was just "life" to contend with.  However, through it all, God found (as He always does) those moments to teach me something.  Here are a few of the lessons I learned this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  While working in my classroom I had a knock at the door, it was one of my former students.  Wow!  He now towers over me, his voice is MUCH deeper and he told me that he'd be going into the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade this year.  As we talked, I reminded him of how he got angry with me one day and told me he hated my class.  He refused that he had ever said that and then proceeded to tell me that he would have never said that because my class was his favorite so far in his school career.  Wow!  That meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to me to hear.  &lt;strong&gt;Lesson&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Just when I was dreading the school year, God brought a kid that I haven't seen in at least a year and a half, to say some very powerful words.  It made me realize that I do make a difference and that God does have a plan for me there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;2.  The kids and I went to lunch one day this week at one of our favorite places, a local Japanese steakhouse.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wre&lt;/span&gt; getting close to closing for the afternoon and a young man was going around cleaning all of the grills.  He came to ours to clean (while we were still eating) and it bothered me a bit but I didn't say anything.  I was putting my food and Jonathon's in a "to go" box and Clarissa was still eating. THEN, I looked up to see him SPRAYING a cleaner onto the grill!  That was too much for me so I said "Sir, could you please not do that while my daughter is eating" - There was silence........by him and by my kids............everyone just sat and waited for an answer........finally he said (with a roll of his eyes), OK.  And went back to scrubbing the grill.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GRRRRrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;, I really wanted him to stop cleaning while we were there!  Clarissa quickly said she was done and we were on our way.  We got into the car and Jonathon said, "MOM, I can't believe you said that to him!"  So, I spent the next five minutes trying to explain to Jonathon that when a Mother feels something is wrong and could harm one of her children, it is her JOB to speak up.  I told him it was my job to protect my kids.  He didn't care as much about me protecting him as he did that I had embarrassed him!  &lt;strong&gt;Lesson &lt;/strong&gt;-  &lt;em&gt;These preteen and teenage years are going to be fun.......I'll be protecting and he'll be humiliated!  However, he did tell me he was glad that I was always looking out for them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Last night Clarissa was praying before she went to bed and I heard her say, ".....and please help my Mom to stay around because I love her so much."  She continued praying and I heard her say, "......that would be cool God". &lt;strong&gt; Lesson&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;It's nice to know that someone wants you around and that they actually PRAY for it and that God is the God of yesterday, tomorrow, and TODAY because I know that he understands what she means by "cool".  There are too many people that try to use "proper prayer language" and it was so sweet to hear her just talking to God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those were my lessons for the week, or at least the ones that stuck out the most!  Look around, there's always someone or something to learn from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1767335261001008811?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1767335261001008811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1767335261001008811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1767335261001008811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1767335261001008811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/lessons-on-life.html' title='Lessons on Life'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5229610709632409697</id><published>2008-07-24T02:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:15:00.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Stinkers!</title><content type='html'>Clarissa - "Mom, can we go out for Breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "No, not today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa - "But why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "I don't have any money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarissa appears to have accepted that explanation and walks out of the room, only to return about 5 minutes later&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa (raising her voice somewhat) - "Gayla Bursiaga, you have LIED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (caught a little off guard) - "About what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa (visibly holding my wallet) - "You have money, you LIED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon (interjecting and always having an answer) - "Clarissa, Mom has to have that money for gas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa - "We don't need gas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon - "If we don't have gas, we don't get to go to the restaraunt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Jonathon, I think) - What stinkers they both are but how I do love them!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5229610709632409697?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5229610709632409697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5229610709632409697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5229610709632409697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5229610709632409697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-stinkers.html' title='What Stinkers!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7429184912696586293</id><published>2008-07-16T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:01:01.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>Without going into alot of details.....Jonathon is home from camp.  He had a horrible migraine last night and threw up at least 4 times.  I am so glad to have him home even though his stay at camp was short and sweet.....well, not quite sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7429184912696586293?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7429184912696586293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7429184912696586293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7429184912696586293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7429184912696586293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8883274650073311180</id><published>2008-07-16T11:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:39:24.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Pics - 1st Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures of Jonathon's first day at camp.  In the groujp picture, he is in the wagon w/ his cool shades on.  The other one is a great shot of him socializing and NOT eating.  Oh well, he seems to be having a blast!  God is good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SH4U3qzD-CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaNks8EJXtk/s1600-h/FLT2008_photo12_png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223635564410173474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SH4U3qzD-CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaNks8EJXtk/s200/FLT2008_photo12_png.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SH4U37-vkxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-a0E0lrzkY/s1600-h/FLT2008_photo17_png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223635569022571282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SH4U37-vkxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H-a0E0lrzkY/s200/FLT2008_photo17_png.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MORE LATER!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SH4U3qzD-CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaNks8EJXtk/s1600-h/FLT2008_photo12_png.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veryverycherry.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8883274650073311180?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8883274650073311180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8883274650073311180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8883274650073311180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8883274650073311180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-pics-1st-day.html' title='Camp Pics - 1st Day'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SH4U3qzD-CI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jaNks8EJXtk/s72-c/FLT2008_photo12_png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8521952347586343562</id><published>2008-07-15T11:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:25:39.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days of Summer.....I think not!</title><content type='html'>Who said that summer days were lazy days? I have yet to find a really lazy day this summer! We have been so busy and time seems to be flying by! This month we have anjoyed a super 4th of July parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy9ARc1LHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pvNiziDueeg/s1600-h/100_2499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223257480224910450" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy9ARc1LHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pvNiziDueeg/s200/100_2499.jpg" width="503" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a pretty interesting Fireworks display that began very late. This is Jonathon....waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy94DeiYtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gzKFlEAuuGo/s1600-h/100_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258438546645714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy94DeiYtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gzKFlEAuuGo/s200/100_2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa has been attempting to ride her bike without training wheels. As you can see, she decided to arm herself for the task at hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy-exSAacI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f_MY1DGhIKQ/s1600-h/100_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223259103677147586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy-exSAacI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f_MY1DGhIKQ/s200/100_2516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I sent Jonathon off to church camp at Fort Lone Tree. He has never been away from home for more than one night. This time he's gone for an entire week! I'm so proud of him! He was excited to go and was the first on the bus. I must say, he did better than his Mom. I miss him to death and can't wait until Friday because we get to go there for family day. As hard as it is for him to be away, I know that God has something special planned for him on this trip. I just hope God takes these days and speeds them up! This is Jonathon as he was getting ready to check-in and board the bus. And those are raindrops on the windows, not tears.  Although I felt like adding my share at that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy_wnbS6-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i9mXnKQU6X0/s1600-h/100_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223260509781027810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy_wnbS6-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i9mXnKQU6X0/s200/100_2519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess after Jonathon returns and we head into the final stretch of summer break, I will hope that we can find a few days to be lazy.....because so far...they've been crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8521952347586343562?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8521952347586343562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8521952347586343562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8521952347586343562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8521952347586343562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-days-of-summeri-think-not.html' title='Lazy Days of Summer.....I think not!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SHy9ARc1LHI/AAAAAAAAADs/pvNiziDueeg/s72-c/100_2499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2305284562596347657</id><published>2008-07-09T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:16:51.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a new Chef in Town</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was getting ready to prepare dinner and announced (like I have on previous occasions) "Is there anyone who would like to help me cook dinner?" and my 11 year old son took the bait!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went through the routine of emptying the dishwasher so that we could refill it.  He has been emtying the dishwasher for some time now but I've never had him load it.  So, we had Dishwasher Loading 101 and he passed with flying colors!  From there we put on our potatos to boil and I found a biscuit mix for him to make.  In the meantime he prepared his meat and got it to cooking.  It was so fun watching him add seasoning to the meat because it didn't take long for him to find his own flare!  Before we knew it, dinner was ready and he had prepared, with supervision, all of it by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to see his eagerness and enjoyment in what we were doing.  We managed to have a great conversation, which I know for many 11 year olds is not their favorite thing to do, and had some good laughs.  He's growing up so very fast but something tells me that the years ahead are only going to get better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must return to the kitchen because I think I have clean-up duty but I wanted to sneak away long enough to share with you that there's a new Chef in town and he has the makings of a mighty fine one at that!  He leaves for his first Church camp on Monday so get ready, the blog next week may be a little "wet"!  Gotta Run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2305284562596347657?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2305284562596347657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2305284562596347657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2305284562596347657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2305284562596347657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-new-chef-in-town.html' title='There&apos;s a new Chef in Town'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4992742735132721115</id><published>2008-06-28T12:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:56:53.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SGZryE26B3I/AAAAAAAAADk/DG_GG31_Fpc/s1600-h/100_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SGZryE26B3I/AAAAAAAAADk/DG_GG31_Fpc/s200/100_2423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216975726396966770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! June is almost gone! Summer seems to fly by so very fast. It gives a whole new meaning to "Time flies when we're having fun!". We've spent the last month enjoying vacation, having our water balloon wars, going to vacation bible school, and swimming with friends. Jonathon is trying his hardest to grow up and has found great interest in a particular young lady. It has been quite fun to watch this part of him develop and we have found ourselves as parents having to move to a new level as well. Listening, listening, listening and not talking, talking, talking. Clarissa is having to discover some new friends because Jonathon is moving on with a new phase in his life. This week during VBS, she boldly called and invited several children from her school. I was so proud of her. And even though only one showed, it has been so good to watch her reach out and develop new relationships and make friends of her own and not friends that are shared by she and her brother. I've heard the sweetest things come out of their mouths recently. Two of my favorite are "I love our family!" from &lt;em&gt;Jonathon &lt;/em&gt;and "I'm so glad you're my Mom!" &lt;em&gt;from Clarissa&lt;/em&gt;. Well kiddos, I love our family too and I'm so glad that I get to be your Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will July hold? We'll have to find time to delve into school clothes shopping (more fun for some than others), Jonathon will leave for church camp (his first time away), Clarissa will attend soccer camp, and I will continue to try and get my house in order so that when August arrives, we can start the year off organized. We all know that it won't stay that way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the next month brings your way, I encourage you to find time to have fun. I have to say I believe that we have had more fun this summer than we have in a while because we've taken time to be silly with our kids. I am discovering that time flies too fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NEWFLASH.......A little birdie says that the water balloon war has expanded into new territories (as of last night). I believe two victims were dampened, others might have been hit by stray droplets. Could you be next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4992742735132721115?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4992742735132721115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4992742735132721115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4992742735132721115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4992742735132721115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SGZryE26B3I/AAAAAAAAADk/DG_GG31_Fpc/s72-c/100_2423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-776514106454139420</id><published>2008-06-15T19:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:34:02.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Tease</title><content type='html'>We're back from our wonderful vacation to Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon!  We took lots of pictures and have lots of stories.  I'll do my best to get those posted on Flickr soon!  Here's a tease of what's to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWlBv7njbI/AAAAAAAAADM/WRdN0Z8knrE/s1600-h/100_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWlBv7njbI/AAAAAAAAADM/WRdN0Z8knrE/s200/100_2123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212253593216191922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Our Wonderful Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWjoj5wuTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSYs9PxfBU0/s1600-h/100_1996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWjoj5wuTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YSYs9PxfBU0/s200/100_1996.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252060978821426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My beautiful kids at the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWkTXo0dhI/AAAAAAAAADE/-TsUKVdVEBU/s1600-h/100_2090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWkTXo0dhI/AAAAAAAAADE/-TsUKVdVEBU/s200/100_2090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212252796420912658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We found some interesting folks there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWmm0rDWrI/AAAAAAAAADc/ye6h6bjR1GE/s1600-h/100_2075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWmm0rDWrI/AAAAAAAAADc/ye6h6bjR1GE/s200/100_2075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255329655675570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   AND....we celebrated Jonathon's 11th Birthday AND and an early Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are exhausted but can't stop talking about it!  I'll get busy soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-776514106454139420?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/776514106454139420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=776514106454139420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/776514106454139420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/776514106454139420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-tease.html' title='Just a Tease'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/SFWlBv7njbI/AAAAAAAAADM/WRdN0Z8knrE/s72-c/100_2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3260135702654574636</id><published>2008-06-05T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:40:56.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>War.....not something that is looked upon with great anticipation.  As a matter of fact, these days, war is such a curse word to many. When I hear the word, I automatically think about those wonderful men and women in Iraq that give so much of themselves so that I can write about the events of my life on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;There has been a different kind of war brewing around my place.  I guess I can thank my dear co-worker Sarah for getting me into the war-mindset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of school, two 4th grade teachers and their students along with some other enlisted soldiers ambushed me and my students with water balloons, shaving cream, and silly string.  It was not a pretty sight!  We looked like a war-torn region!  I had students with big chunks of the groud stuck to their heads because they held them down and tortured them.  I, at one point, (thanks Sarah) had water dripping from my eyelashes as a result of a point blank water gun attack after I opened the door to try and get my students to safety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we weren't able to retaliate (yet) because school was out for the summer, the urge to battle did not leave me! So, I carried it over to home.  Something came over me the other day and I enlisted my most willing soldier (Clarissa) and we filled water balloons, hid  on the side of the house, and when Sal brought Jonathon home from gymnastics, we bombed the enemy!!  We had to re-stock our amunition the following day and last night we had a friendly battle that turned bad.  The four of us decided to play a game of catch with the water-balloons and somewhere along the way I forgot the cause and effect lesson that I teach every year! (nails + water balloons = SPLASH!)  Not once, twice, but almost everytime!  Not willing to go down easily, I enlisted the help of the waterhose! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will the next battle be?  What and who will it entail?  Hmmmm........watch your back because I believe this war could last a few, long, hot summer months and you never know when it will expand into other territories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.....Sarah, what is the address to your new home?&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3260135702654574636?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3260135702654574636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3260135702654574636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3260135702654574636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3260135702654574636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6368977340606662684</id><published>2008-05-29T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:04:30.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And there it goes!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Where did the school year go?  It seems as only yesterday that we were buying school clothes, shoes, and picking out what to wear that first day. It has flown and with it went a great year.  I was richly bless by my students (stories to come) and Jonathon has ended his elementary career!  That is so hard to believe!  So, as fast as the year went the summer will too so we've got to get busy having fun!  More Later.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6368977340606662684?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6368977340606662684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6368977340606662684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6368977340606662684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6368977340606662684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-there-it-goes.html' title='And there it goes!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2728801931469848239</id><published>2008-05-19T19:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:48:55.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Parental Moments!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we traveled to Fort Worth to watch Jonathon compete in the Region 3 Tumbling &amp;amp; Trampoline Championships. Region 3 is comprised of 8 states. How very proud we are of him! He brought home 7th place overall in trampoline, 5th place overall in double-mini and 2nd place overall in tumbling!!! Not to mention, he qualified for Nationals in all three events. He will not be attending Nationals this year. That is something we're going to take on next year! His coaches were very proud of him and so were we! We did manage to get in some "fun" along the way! Saturday evening we ventured into the Fort Worth Stockyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1fc012627291795" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1fc012627291795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750030%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE5E55379A12EB4E8F8FE406BE8956283AF31EB0.3BF281866FCAF33FB287AD4644A878CF7F0D6B60%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1fc012627291795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAgaFtkWp0C3CvJH0XJC43crBHYc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1fc012627291795%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750030%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE5E55379A12EB4E8F8FE406BE8956283AF31EB0.3BF281866FCAF33FB287AD4644A878CF7F0D6B60%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1fc012627291795%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAgaFtkWp0C3CvJH0XJC43crBHYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't exactly sure about it but was willing to try it! It seemed like she wanted to laugh and cry the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcc723668e7c90a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcc723668e7c90a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750030%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D156A29F051C7F1F49D8FDC1E507A732645D3242.84EE9EC9ACB8D33553B13F5F2FE479607B2A38E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcc723668e7c90a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRhNYWpKypqNPMaUacwxuX6QCFmU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcc723668e7c90a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331750030%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D156A29F051C7F1F49D8FDC1E507A732645D3242.84EE9EC9ACB8D33553B13F5F2FE479607B2A38E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcc723668e7c90a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRhNYWpKypqNPMaUacwxuX6QCFmU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I got a big kick out of watching him! (He says I enjoyed it way too much!). Nonetheless, we had a great weekend and thoroughly enjoyed our time together. I am so proud of both of my children and thank God daily for the gifts that he has given them but also for the gift he gave me, through them. I am so blessed to be their Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2728801931469848239?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bcc723668e7c90a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e1fc012627291795&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2728801931469848239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2728801931469848239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2728801931469848239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2728801931469848239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/proud-parental-moments.html' title='Proud Parental Moments!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7370616848170366826</id><published>2008-05-09T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:04:06.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New Meaning to Happy Hour</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to post this for some time and am just now getting around to it. So....where do you go for Happy Hour? Yes, Happy Hour???? I go to happy hour and not just on Fridays! Sometimes I go EVERYDAY!! Hello....my name is Gayla and I am addicted to Happy Hour........at SONIC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I picked up my kids and was in a rush and a bad mood all together, I zipped into Sonic for my Happy Hour fix and was served by the most uplifting carhop in the business. I have been served by him during times before and he never changes. Here's a sampling of our brief conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARHOP: "Hello....how are you today??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF: "Good" (&lt;em&gt;not really meaning it but not wanting to be rude)&lt;/em&gt; "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARHOP: "Blessed. Absolutely blessed!" You had a diet Dr. Pepper. Is there anything else I can do for you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF: "No thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARHOP: Alright ma'am. God bless you and enjoy the rest of your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF: &lt;em&gt;(feeling a bit humbled by this young gentleman)&lt;/em&gt; Sir, I need to tell you that you are a blessing to run into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARHOP: Thank you so much ma'am. I pray everymorning that God would use me and shine through me in EVERYTHING I do and with EVERYONE I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF: &lt;em&gt;(feeling very humbled)&lt;/em&gt; Well, you have blessed me today a great deal and I've seen you here before and you are always the same. I just want you to know that you have been a blessing to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARHOP: Ma'am, thank you! You, too, have blessed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF: &lt;em&gt;(what????, I'm the grumpy one?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered our brief conversation on the way back to work. Here he is, a young man, working as a carhop at Sonic, coming into contact with HUNDREDS of people everyday, and uses it for a time for God to use him. I, in my selfish world, work in an air conditioned room, come into contact with the same hundred people everyday, and I don't know that I bless any of them the way this young man blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know this. He has definately made me think about how I treat people on a daily basis and what (or who?) I'm letting them see. And another thing, I love going to Sonic, no matter the hour, to watch this young man in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....if you're looking for a Happy Hour to attend, you'll find the one at 82nd and University to be uplifting, relaxing, and possibly, life-changing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7370616848170366826?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7370616848170366826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7370616848170366826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7370616848170366826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7370616848170366826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/whole-new-meaning-to-happy-hour.html' title='A Whole New Meaning to Happy Hour'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8768493587262030750</id><published>2008-04-16T00:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:40:03.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>As most know, Sal completed 12 years and 2 months of employment today with MHMR.  Tomorrow, he moves on to a new chapter.  The move to Community Access has been one of faith for us.  God brought the opportunity to Sal without Sal having o look for it.  There are still some aspects that we are simply trusting God with and I can't wait to see how God uses Sal in this position.  Tonight as I look at him resting, I can't help but be nervous for him.  In the morning he will step into an office that he is to direct, not knowing anyone and they knowing nothing about him.  Sal is such a hard worker and loyal employee.  He is highly intelligent and has amazing insight.  Anyone is lucky to have him as an employee.  My prayer for him tonight is that tomorrow morning when he walks in tto his new office, that those employees will see a man of God, will see someone who is going to be fair, and someone who is going to lead them to the next level.  My prayer has been that God bless Sal in the workplace and allow him to have favor among men/women that he comes into contact with.  Tomorrow is the beginning of what can be and what I believe will be, an amazing opportuniy for Sal.  I am so glad that God has chosen me to be part of this journey with such a wonderful man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8768493587262030750?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8768493587262030750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8768493587262030750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8768493587262030750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8768493587262030750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-chapter.html' title='A New Chapter'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1616232366749140675</id><published>2008-03-23T00:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:39:28.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Wife Will Thank Me!</title><content type='html'>Jonathon has been bugging me for about a month to "teach" him how to do laundry.  So, this afternoon we embarked on Laundry101.  He was a very good student and helped me sort and changed 3 loads all by himself.  I do hope that when he gets married that two things will happen: 1) His wife will appreciate that he knows how to do laundry and that he'll be as willing then as he is now and 2) That he still isn't having to jump up on the washer and dangle inside to remove all of the clothes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1616232366749140675?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1616232366749140675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1616232366749140675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1616232366749140675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1616232366749140675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/his-wife-will-thank-me.html' title='His Wife Will Thank Me!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7521605437511997701</id><published>2008-03-09T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:50:50.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Know Better after 42 years!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday I was blessed to have celebrated my 42nd Birthday.  That morning, my children brought me birthday cards and my present.  While I was opening the present, I asked Clarissa how old she thought I was.  Her quick response of 60 or 62 was so matter of fact!!!!  OUCH!!!!  You would think by now I would have learned if you don't want someone's opinion, don't ask for it!!!  SO, while my husband thought her response was quite funny, I decided to take it a little further and ask her how old she thought MY Mom was........her response???.....OH, She's about to die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to say the least, we have all (including my Mom), gotten a great laugh out of that one!  I can't wait to enjoy another year of laughs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7521605437511997701?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7521605437511997701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7521605437511997701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7521605437511997701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7521605437511997701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-should-know-better-after-42-years.html' title='I Should Know Better after 42 years!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3796412776923959789</id><published>2008-02-24T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:04:05.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is So Good....AGAIN.....</title><content type='html'>This evening I was laying on Clarissa's bed with her "chatting".  It was almost time to go to church.  Our conversation went from silliness to seriousness quickly.  Somehow or another the topic of heaven came up.  (insert - As we got deeper in the conversation, I decided to keep going with it and miss church while Sal and Jonathon went on.  I'm glad I did!)  We talked for about 30 - 45 minutes.  Throughout the course of our conversation, Clarissa kept asking me what heaven was like and what the "fire pit" was like.  She told me about people in other countries and even our own that don't believe in Jesus.  All of a sudden, she looked at me and said, Mommy, I want to accept Jesus because I know he died for our sins.  What a beautiful moment!  So, right there, on her hot pink bedspread, she and I prayed and she asked Jesus to come into her heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that some are so skeptical of a child making such a decision.  However, it isn't our job to judge and I firmly believe that God knows the tenderness of her little heart.  Does she understand everything?  I'm sure not but then again, neither do I.  What she does understand is that God loves her so much that he sent Jesus to die for HER.  She also understands that now, no matter what happens on earth, that we will be together, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note, while we were talking, she asked me if I was going to be here when she got married and had children.  I explained to her that I hoped I was but that God had a plan for my life and that He was the one that knew how long I'd be here.  She looked at me real serious and said, so, do you know what day your leaving?  I almost cracked up!  No, I don't know but I am so glad that I was given today to be here on earth with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good to me.  I'm ashamed to say but I don't recall hundreds of people that I've gotten to lead to the Lord.  I pray that I've planted seeds in several but He has granted ME, the opportunity, to lead both of my children to Him.  I am so thankful and blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3796412776923959789?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3796412776923959789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3796412776923959789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3796412776923959789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3796412776923959789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-is-so-goodagain.html' title='God is So Good....AGAIN.....'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3161363753716172013</id><published>2008-02-10T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:35:44.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Mommy Moments</title><content type='html'>This week was filled with many proud mommy moments.  On Wednesday evening at church, Clarissa was given a speaking part in an upcoming Valentine's program.  She was so pumped!!!  It was a very proud moment to see a child who struggles with speech to be trusted with a SPEAKING part!  Thursday Jonathon "shadowed" at the middle school that he is applying to.  I thought I was doing OK with all of this middle school stuff but had a small (OK, maybe larger than small) breakdown when I dropped him off.  However, after taking the parent tour, I was so proud of him and his acccomplishments that he could be invited to such a wonderful school.  Friday morning Jonathon called me at school to tell me that he had won 2nd in the Science Fair and would be advancing on to Regionals in March.  Saturday he had his first gymnastics meet of the season and came away with 1st in tumbling, 2nd in Double-Mini, and 4th in trampoline.  I sure did enjoy watching him compete and excel!  I don't know what else could be better in life than being a Mom except being a Mom to two really cool kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3161363753716172013?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3161363753716172013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3161363753716172013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3161363753716172013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3161363753716172013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/proud-mommy-moments.html' title='Proud Mommy Moments'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7720763882572565606</id><published>2008-02-03T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:53:59.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Later and still messing with bacteria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/R6aZSJXAQNI/AAAAAAAAACk/xo44nn-KjSk/s1600-h/100_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/R6aZSJXAQNI/AAAAAAAAACk/xo44nn-KjSk/s200/100_1724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162982559855952082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I looked back on my blog and it's been almost a year since I posted about our, I mean Jonathon's, Science Fair project.  Nothing has changed.  Here it is....Superbowl Sunday, I missed the game, the commercials, and halftime BUT on the bright side, it's only 10:45 and Jonathon's board is finally complete!  Now....we did start working on it yesterday.  He was testing the importance of washing your hands after using the restroom.  He has been observing bacterial samples from five toilets.  Yesterday while he went to a skating party........I stayed home and made potties for each Petri dish to go into. Fun!  I said we were going for the kill this year.  I don't know if I would describe it as that but I will say we are much better prepared than last year.  I'll leave you with just one piece of advice....ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS wash your hands after using the potty!!!!!  Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7720763882572565606?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7720763882572565606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7720763882572565606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7720763882572565606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7720763882572565606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/02/year-later-and-still-messing-with.html' title='A Year Later and still messing with bacteria!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/R6aZSJXAQNI/AAAAAAAAACk/xo44nn-KjSk/s72-c/100_1724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8044628533203257501</id><published>2008-01-24T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:52:24.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Journey</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I have blogged. I don't really know why.  I guess I felt as though I really had nothing to say.  Yeah, I know!  That's a hard one to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this week has been different.  Over the past week, I have been faced with supporting a dear friend whose baby has been dianosed with a brain tumor, supporting my husband with yet another rejection at work, and learning of a coworker whose spouse has been told they only have a few months to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I still have little to say.  Really, the only thing I can say is this:  I am so blessed.  I hope never to take any of you for granted!  Life is precious and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Please keep my friend and co-worker in your prayers.  God is still in the miracle business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8044628533203257501?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8044628533203257501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8044628533203257501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8044628533203257501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8044628533203257501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-journey.html' title='Life&apos;s Journey'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6296129414687382386</id><published>2007-12-05T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:25:58.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just LOVE this time of year!</title><content type='html'>We've been putting up our tree now since Friday.  Yes, it tends to be a process.  Last night as I was unwrapping the last box of ornaments, it was like Christamas Day had already arrived!  I couldn't wait for to unwrap the next one to see what memory was going to return with it.  I love to sit and look at the tree and the many ornaments that have been given to me.  My favorite are those that my children have made!!!  I could look at them forever!  My tree, to some, may look a bit chaotic because it has no general theme. However, it really does have a theme.  It has a theme of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  I can't wait to make more!  I love Christmas and everything it stands for.  I hope and pray that you and yours will take time this year to create some very special memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6296129414687382386?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6296129414687382386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6296129414687382386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6296129414687382386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6296129414687382386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I Just LOVE this time of year!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-8153975576473189974</id><published>2007-11-13T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:28:17.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am So Thankful</title><content type='html'>I've had several moments today that have allowed me to reflect.  My students wrote letters to someone important in their life today.  I had one young lady who's Mother is deceased, her Dad is in jail, write to HIS girlfriend, thanking her for taking her in.  She went so far to say that even though the girlfriend won't be around for Thanksgiving and that she (the student) would have no Thanksgiving, she was still thankful to her for all she had done.  I had another young man tell his Mom that he was proud of her for working hard in school and that he understood why they would have no Christmas this year.  He went on to tell her that he knew she wanted to find a man so that he would have a role model but for her to remember that as long as they had God, they had enough.  Then...tonight on the news, I hear stories of how children in my very own community who are living in foster care and group homes will not be receiving gifts for Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I love this time of year.  It isn't because everyone around me has all the love, peace, food, etc. that they need.  It is because God uses these situations to remind me of all I have.  I am so thankful for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my children don't have to worry about a parent being in jail;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my children don't have to be the ADULT in my life;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that, although small, my children will receive presents this year;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, more importantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God giving me a job where I work with amazing children;&lt;br /&gt;a God that I know is going to bless these children;&lt;br /&gt;and for a God, that reminds me through some of the toughest situations, that I am so richly blessed and that I need to share those blessings with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to look for your blessings and to be thankful.  I also encourage you to SHARE those blessings with others who need them!  God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-8153975576473189974?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8153975576473189974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=8153975576473189974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8153975576473189974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/8153975576473189974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-so-thankful.html' title='I Am So Thankful'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-9203987589989386016</id><published>2007-10-31T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:02:52.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RylY6nkkjJI/AAAAAAAAACc/qNTAhVu5Z18/s1600-h/100_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RylY6nkkjJI/AAAAAAAAACc/qNTAhVu5Z18/s200/100_1269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127727414816050322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RylYVnkkjII/AAAAAAAAACU/o8RqEeHLdBs/s1600-h/100_1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RylYVnkkjII/AAAAAAAAACU/o8RqEeHLdBs/s200/100_1267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127726779160890498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the kids enjoyed lots of fun at our church Fall Festival.  They went trick-or-treating at one house (a co-worker friend of mine) and then they just HAD to get to the fesival.  Jonathon was an old man and Clarissa.....at 3:30 today informed me that she was not going to be the old lady that she had planned but that she was going to be a Texas Tech cheerleader.  You've gotta love the female mind.....so free to change at any minute!  I hope everyone had a safe evening!  Can you believe Thanksgiving is just right around the corner????????  Run turkeys!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-9203987589989386016?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9203987589989386016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=9203987589989386016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/9203987589989386016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/9203987589989386016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RylY6nkkjJI/AAAAAAAAACc/qNTAhVu5Z18/s72-c/100_1269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6683895000342578058</id><published>2007-10-29T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:07:25.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Terribly Exciting but here goes.............</title><content type='html'>My teacher friend, Sarah, "tagged" me. I guess I have to play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves. &lt;br /&gt;2) People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. &lt;br /&gt;3) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. &lt;br /&gt;4) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When I was growing up, we had a pet pig that we raised in the house!  He didn't know he was a pig and I didn't know we ate him until just a few years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I failed my first driving test. (NO comments please about this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I can not stand to drink out of restaurant glasses.  I must have a straw!  I get to thinking about all of the people's lips that have touched the glass and it grosses me out.  I'm about to have to start carrying my own plastic ware because I start thinking the same things about the forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I gag often (especially after eating out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love to look at pictures of my chidren.  I could do that all day long.  I could also watch home videos of them forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I love to touch my Mother's arms.  She has that old lady flab (I say that in a good way).  It is so soft.  I of course am in no hurry to get it but I could spend hours touching hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I was invited to go on a 21 day tour of Europe with an honors band when I was a Sophomore in High School and I turned it down because I was afraid to fly over the ocean.  Not that I wouldn't be scared today because I would but I'd strongly consider it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I love snow.  It puts me in the best moods.  I am most productive when it snows. I want to visit Alaska and Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag Elaine and Cheryl because my other blogger friends....oh wait....I have not other blogger friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6683895000342578058?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6683895000342578058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6683895000342578058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6683895000342578058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6683895000342578058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-terribly-exciting-but-here-goes.html' title='Not Terribly Exciting but here goes.............'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6351969800119758171</id><published>2007-10-01T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:44:44.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart hurts</title><content type='html'>Today has been a very bad day for Jonathon.  As his mother, my heart has broken for him.  Sal's car was broken into last night and all that was taken was Jonathon's backpack and Sal's cologne.  Now, some may be thinking....Why were those items there?  Let's just say that the men and my life like convenience.  It was convenient for Jonathon to leave his backpack in the car on Friday because he wouldn't need it until Monday and I guess it's convenient for Sal to spruce up on the smellums throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon's binder was found in an alley nearby but his backpack, his Nintendo DS which had been INSIDE the backpack, and the cologne were not found.  Jonathon was so upset that he could not talk to be on the telephone.  I can't remember a time when he cried that hard.  Actually, when I told him that his Papaw might have lung cancer was the only other time I remember him crying that hard.  So, as I knew my son was hurting, I hurt too.  Some have said "Well, he'll learn not to leave things in the car".  Yes, maybe he will.  Yes, maybe I had told him many times not to leave it in the car and much less, his Nintendo DS!  However, that doesn't excuse someone getting into OUR property and taking OUR things!  AND, to top things off, his lovely first year Social Studies teacher gave him a write up for not having his paper today in class!  NO JOKE ---the kids had nothing!!!!  So, I called the school today and tried to explain that it wasn't lost but stolen and the teacher proceeded to be very hateful with me and eventually hung up on me!  OH NO HE DIDN'T!!!!  Let's just say....I've removed the write up myself and this battle isn't over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Jonathon learned a big lesson about life today.  He told his Dad that he had wondered what he had done, that God was punishing him for.  Yeah, that one got me!  We've spent the evening explaining to a once, very innocent 10 year old, that God doesn't work like that and how there are just some pretty sorry individuals in this world that need God desperately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon also learned a big lesson about family.  Tomorrow he will receive a special gift from someone who loves him very much and from someone whom I adore and admire more than they'll ever know.  I had to tell him about the gift tonight and let's just say....it's good to see him smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while my heart hurts, my blood pressure is still sky high from anger, my soul remains confident that God is STILL good and STILL in control and STILL moves people to do amazing acts of kindsness to small children and in my house....when you are kinds to my children, you are a blessing to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6351969800119758171?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6351969800119758171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6351969800119758171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6351969800119758171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6351969800119758171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-heart-hurts.html' title='My heart hurts'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-642371021659495953</id><published>2007-08-25T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:39:21.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we're down to the bitter end.  I really do not like the weekend before the school year starts.  I feel rushed the entire time, all the while trying to remain calm for my kids.  It seems as though I feel I need to give them my undivided attention before we're whisked away into many different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten so organized and prepared in my own classroom that I feel like I am forgetting something MAJOR.  I guess we'll find out soon enough!  Most people get so excited about the first day of school.  I don't.  It's the middle-end that I love.  I just had that last group trained and now their off to middle school.  Monday morning I'll be met with 17 little strangers that are just as uneasy as I am.  Don't get me wrong.  I love my job but I really love it once I know the kids and they know me.  We have so much fun together.  I think I am having some weird feelings at the beginning of this year because the end of my year ended so rotten.  I guess I'm having "rollover feelings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon is trying his hardest to act like he's "kinda" excited about school starting.  Knowing that this is such a hard time for him, (crying every first day of every school year so far) I am praying that Monday will be a good day for him.  I know how mean kids can be to each other.  This will be his last year in elementary school so soon we'll be dealing with visiting and selecting a Middle school.  He's already looking forward to that.  Jonathon does so well in school and I pray that this year will be no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa is so ready for Monday morning that I doubt she sleeps tomorrow night!  She got her first grade haircut (8 inches cut off) today and it is adorable!  Sassy just like she is.  We've labeled all of her supplies and organized her NOTEBOOK! (Yeah, I couldn't believe that first graders had notebooks!)  Her backpack is ready and hanging by the front door.  She even knows what she's wearing for the week.  Her year didn't get off to a great start last year because some snotty nosed spoiled little girls called her names.  There is only one little boy from her old class in her class this year so I'm praying she'll have a better year.  Her teacher is a male and she's super excited about that.  I love her spirit and her "ready to take on the world" attitude.  I pray she never loses it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school starts in about 33 hours!  It will be a hectic 9 1/2 months.  Days filled with school, gymnastics, church, soccer, and my class at Wayland.  We'll try to fit in as much family time as possible and before we know it, Thanksgiving will be here!  I can't wait for November!  Actually, to be honest, I'm simply looking forward to Friday!  Off we go......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-642371021659495953?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/642371021659495953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=642371021659495953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/642371021659495953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/642371021659495953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2180581109590576869</id><published>2007-08-09T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:27:15.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Really Get It!</title><content type='html'>Today I was having a conversation with Jonathon, discussing how God is not a God of disorder and how He wants us to have order in our lives.  We even got more specific and talked about cleaning.  He said, "You know, it may not be a good illustration but it's kinda like this:  all of the trash and things out of order represent sin and then Jesus comes in and cleans you all up!."  No Jonathon, it wasn't a good illustration.....it was a GREAT one.  Leave it to a 10 year old to really get what takes many adults a lifetime to figure out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2180581109590576869?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2180581109590576869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2180581109590576869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2180581109590576869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2180581109590576869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/kids-really-get-it.html' title='Kids Really Get It!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6006298861000635546</id><published>2007-08-01T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:34:32.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AUGUST !!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>AAaauuuuggghhhhh!!!!!  It is August already!  26 days until school starts!!!!!!  15 days until teachers return!!!!!!  ENJOY!!!!  ENJOY!!!!!  ENJOY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6006298861000635546?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6006298861000635546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6006298861000635546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6006298861000635546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6006298861000635546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/august.html' title='AUGUST !!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3915796325749120195</id><published>2007-07-28T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:11:35.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RqtckFiu-8I/AAAAAAAAACM/h4XWm4UqTxQ/s1600-h/100_1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RqtckFiu-8I/AAAAAAAAACM/h4XWm4UqTxQ/s200/100_1100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092265578705386434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I went to Pampa on Thursday and spent the day with my parents while Sal was working in Amarillo.  We had a really nice time.  I sometimes forget how much my children long to see their Nana &amp; Papaw.  They long for that unconditional "spoiling" that only grandparents can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have alot of memories of time with my grandparents because they all passed away when I was young.  However, I do remember sitting with my Grandpa on his front porch, playing on a rock (that I have by my front door now) and then walking across the street to get a treat.  He would buy me this "thing" that was like chocolate covered graham crackers.  I have no idea what the name was but they were THE BEST!  I will forever remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad's neighbors had told them to let the kids come down and pick tomatoes and to let Clarissa pick all of the fresh flowers she wanted.  So, in the middle of the day (HOT), we went and picked tomatoes and flowers.  My children had a ball! Earlier that day, Clarissa and I took Nana shopping at Bealls and Jonathon took Papaw to the Dollar store to look for some much needed gun caps.  Afterwards, we went home for sandwiches and my kids ate like they weren't going to eat for days.  They later told me that things taste better at Nana's.  After lunch, I didn't hear them for a while and after I got suspicious, I found them in bed, tucked in for a good nap.  THEY SLEPT FOR TWO HOURS!!!  They don't do this at home!!!!  BUT, I was told that Nana's house made for a good napping place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we left and headed back to Amarillo, Jonathon told me that he loved going to the Post office and the Dollar store with Papaw because that was "their thing to do".  He said he would always remember that.  It took me back to that "chocolate graham cracker thing".  Grandparents are good, very good.  I'm glad that my children have theirs to make memories with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3915796325749120195?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3915796325749120195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3915796325749120195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3915796325749120195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3915796325749120195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RqtckFiu-8I/AAAAAAAAACM/h4XWm4UqTxQ/s72-c/100_1100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-822533627667611960</id><published>2007-07-25T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:13:06.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He did a wonderful job</title><content type='html'>We returned last night from a quick 2 day/1 night stay in Odessa.  I was quite impressed with the town itself and LOVED our hotel.  It was very kid friendly and had the most comfortable bed EVER!!!!  Penny and Eric have recently moved to Odessa and it was nice to get to see their new home.  However, it was a little sad leaving them and I think Clarissa wanted to pack up Gabriella and bring her home with us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we returned, we spent some time settling back in before we went to bed.  When the kids were going to bed, Clarissa asked me to read them a story from the Bible Stories book.  I read to them about creation.  When I finished, Clarissa said Man, God did a wonderful job creating this "Earf" (not a typo).  He gave us seeds that grow into beautiful trees and plants for us and he gave us LOTS OF FOOD.  He really did a wonderful job.  I thought this was so sweet and so true.  He did give us a beautiful creation call "Earf" but He did an even better job creating my two beautiful children and I am so very thankful to Him for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-822533627667611960?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/822533627667611960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=822533627667611960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/822533627667611960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/822533627667611960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-did-wonderful-job.html' title='He did a wonderful job'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2527518645531418789</id><published>2007-07-13T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:19:09.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we need more Dogs!</title><content type='html'>I saw this today and thought - "I need to be a dog this year!"  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If A Dog Was The Teacher &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Author Unknown  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a dog was the teacher, you would learn stuff like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When it's in your best interest, practice obedience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let others know when they've invaded your territory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take naps. Stretch before rising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Run, romp, and play daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thrive on attention and let people touch you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout! Run right back and make friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2527518645531418789?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2527518645531418789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2527518645531418789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2527518645531418789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2527518645531418789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/maybe-we-need-more-dogs.html' title='Maybe we need more Dogs!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2693159760394670450</id><published>2007-07-07T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:23:45.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July - 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ro_Kzei55EI/AAAAAAAAACE/VMvlPO3i_yo/s1600-h/100_0918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ro_Kzei55EI/AAAAAAAAACE/VMvlPO3i_yo/s320/100_0918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084505490046182466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 2nd year, we spent the 4th of July in Canadian/Shamrock with my Sister and her family.  This year, we actually stayed and watched the Fireworks in Shamrock.  Although we thoroughly missed the Santos family, with whom we've spent the last 5 or 6 fireworks evenings with, nothing can compare to family.  Hopefully, one of these days we can talk to the Santos family into joining us for some small town fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids entered turtles in the turtle race and Clarissa's turtle, Sally, won two heats!  The competition was fierce and the excitment was unimaginable!  We even witnessed two firsts:  a turtle false start and a run-off in the finals!  You haven't lived until you experience a tutle race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2693159760394670450?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2693159760394670450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2693159760394670450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2693159760394670450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2693159760394670450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july-2007.html' title='4th of July - 2007'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ro_Kzei55EI/AAAAAAAAACE/VMvlPO3i_yo/s72-c/100_0918.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7512827361525173901</id><published>2007-07-03T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:46:32.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her time as a flower girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RonUm-i55DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0rho3QRdvYU/s1600-h/100_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RonUm-i55DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0rho3QRdvYU/s320/100_0791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082827420553831474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most everyone knows, Clarissa was a flowergirl in a wedding this past weekend.  The wedding was a teacher friend of mine.  Clarissa's social calendar was full this weekend!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a busy week of VBS that ended Thursday evening, we were up bright and early Friday for a morning rehearsal.  That evening we had the rehearsal dinner.  She was so good at both of these activities, ESPECIALLY the dinner.  From the dinner we went home to tuck her in for a good night's rest because we knew she would need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day arrived and thank the Lord she slept in!  We went to get her hair done and it took TWO people to do it because she has so much hair!  But again, she was so very patient.  We left there and went home for me to get ready.  When she walked in the front door, the first person she looked for was her Daddy.  She didn't say a word to him but wanted his acknowledgement.  As soon as he told her how pretty she looked, she went to find Jonathon.  He immediately told her how beautiul she was and that is when she smiled.  It was so interesting to me how she really didn't care whether or not she had my approval but she certainly wanted her Dad's and brothers!  They are so important in her little life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were at the location of the wedding, she dressed and was one of the girls.  She was so excited!!! She did a great job during the ceremony even though I had to remind her to throw the petals as she began walking.  So...she threw petals on her entrance AND exit! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she had so much fun doing all of this, the reception/dance was her VERY FAVORITE!  She didn't miss a dance.  She danced with her brother, her Daddy, the groom, groomsmen, bridesmaids, family members of Luke's, and herself.  She had a ball!!  She hung with it as long as anyone was on the dance floor!  We left at 12:15 and arrived home about 12:30.  Needless to say...I don't think she remembered much about arriving home because she was fast asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't express how beautiful she was and how much fun she had.  All she can say now is that she wants to have a wedding just like Stephanie's.  I can't even imagine that day right now but if her beauty and grace as a flower girl is any indication as to what kind of bride she'll be......LOOK OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7512827361525173901?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7512827361525173901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7512827361525173901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7512827361525173901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7512827361525173901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/her-time-as-flower-girl.html' title='Her time as a flower girl'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RonUm-i55DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0rho3QRdvYU/s72-c/100_0791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2722210037545557879</id><published>2007-06-30T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:04:59.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another edition of 'From the mouths of Babes'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;While having lunch with the kids at Sonic on Thursday:&lt;/em&gt;  After a male carhop walks by and gives me a long and endearing look, my son (age 10) profoundly states "Mom, I think he thinks your single!" (I guess once you're married, NO ONE is to look at you like that!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathon, telling his Dad about the above incident:&lt;/em&gt;  He tells his Dad and then says "Ooohhh La La!!!  It's because she's beautiful!  Even without makeup!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarissa while attending the rehearsal dinner for Stephanie's wedding:&lt;/em&gt; After seeing a bridesmaid visit the bar, "Mom, can I please have a margarita?"  Hey, at least she used good manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When trying on the dress I was considering wearing to Stephanie's wedding:&lt;/em&gt; I asked Clarissa's opinion and she said "It's beautiful but could you please wear some makeup?" I guess she didn't listen to her brother and it's obvious they share differing opinions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2722210037545557879?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2722210037545557879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2722210037545557879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2722210037545557879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2722210037545557879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-edition-of-from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Another edition of &apos;From the mouths of Babes&apos;'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-876520148835367721</id><published>2007-06-21T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:20:31.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolesence</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We've lost our first molar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnrPkwTu7cI/AAAAAAAAABs/zD__rapZFZ4/s1600-h/100_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnrPkwTu7cI/AAAAAAAAABs/zD__rapZFZ4/s320/100_0725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078599760163564994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnrPlQTu7dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WJk3I1Va8Ew/s1600-h/100_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnrPlQTu7dI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WJk3I1Va8Ew/s320/100_0724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078599768753499602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-876520148835367721?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/876520148835367721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=876520148835367721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/876520148835367721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/876520148835367721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/adolesence.html' title='Adolesence'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnrPkwTu7cI/AAAAAAAAABs/zD__rapZFZ4/s72-c/100_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5069965601675956820</id><published>2007-06-14T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:01:15.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her first lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnHWEgTu7bI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Tz5XPUUBGM/s1600-h/100_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnHWEgTu7bI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Tz5XPUUBGM/s320/100_0708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076073627903782322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa had her first lesson tonight in Dating 101.  Sal and I have always talked about him taking her out and/or Jonathon taking her out several times before she hits dating age so that she will know what to EXPECT from a date.  We want her to settle for nothing less than 100% gentleman behavior.  So, Sal had a banquet to attend tonight for MHMR and she was his date.  She had a BALL getting dressed for it and was absolutely precious as they left.  Her date patiently waited on her to finish getting ready (deciding on shoes) and opened the car door for her.  I can't wait to hear how it ends up.  AND, like any other proud Mom, I was out with the camera taking many pics.  Visit my Flickr stream for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5069965601675956820?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5069965601675956820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5069965601675956820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5069965601675956820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5069965601675956820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/her-first-lesson.html' title='Her first lesson'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RnHWEgTu7bI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Tz5XPUUBGM/s72-c/100_0708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3427035221850794437</id><published>2007-06-11T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T00:53:10.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence Pays Off</title><content type='html'>This evening we had Jonathon's 10th birthday party at a local pool.  As soon as we arrived, I was met by a young man that none of us knew but he had no problem with that!  He quickly asked me if we were cooking hot dogs and after I said we sure were, he asked for one.  I told him that if he was still there after the party was over and if we had any left, I'd be happy to give him a hot dog.  Well....over the course of the next 2 hourse, this young man asked for a hot dog at least, what seemed like FIFTY TIMES!  It got so bad that other people at our party was frustrated. Finally, as Jonathon was fixing his plate, the kid yells at us from the water, wanting a hot dog.  Jonathon looked at me and said, PLEASE.....give that kid a hot dog!!!  We were ALL ready for him to hush!  He proceeded to help himself to the chips, a drink, and some cake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His persistence paid off.  He got what he wanted....he just drove everyone else crazy but in the end...he was happy.  Hmmm....I might try this technique sometime in the near future.  We'll see!  But in the meantime, can I have a hot dog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3427035221850794437?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3427035221850794437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3427035221850794437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3427035221850794437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3427035221850794437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/persistence-pays-off.html' title='Persistence Pays Off'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7370240653052251035</id><published>2007-06-05T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:20:53.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh those lazy days of summer.......where are they?</title><content type='html'>Lazy days? I don't think so, at least not yet. The kids started Kaleidoscope this week and have to be there at 8:15. So much for sleeping in! I have to say though, I've gotten more errands accomplished the past two days that I have recently in a month! Sal even appointed me to have the oil changed this morning ( a whole other blog topic! ). Yesterday after Kaleidoscope, we went swimming for FOUR hours. My kids were in heaven!!! It was nice to relax by the pool and watch them just be kids. No worries in the world! Today isn't a swimming day for us and after we finally got home this afternoon, my kids and I laid down and read books. AWwwwww, now that was nice and it did give me a little glimpse into those lazy days of summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave this little topic, I have to share something about someone who has just blessed me so much recently. I got to spend some time last night with a young man who just recently turned FIVE! I was at McDonald's watching him carefully eat his Happy Meal (sitting criss cross applesauce in the seat) and he so innocently looked over at me and said, Thank you for bringing me here. A while later, after we had left McDonald's, he was getting out of my car and said "Gayla, I love you. You're beautiful." You know, I couldn't stop thinking about his words on the way home. God tells us to have the faith of a child but I believe He also wants us to learn from them. You see, this baby was so very thankful, sincerely thankful for a trip to McDonalds. It isn't like he isn't well taken care of because he comes from an excellent family. He just is honestly thankful for people being in his life. I believe he also sees the heart of a person. I hope he always sees me as beautiful. Not on the outside (we've got a long ways to go there) but as a person with a beautiful heart. And even though I am very aware of my faults and don't always have the "beauty on the inside" - he saw something I don't even see. I want to be more like that. I really want to see people's hearts (good and bad). So.....if you need some insight and a blessing......hang out with a 5 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7370240653052251035?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7370240653052251035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7370240653052251035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7370240653052251035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7370240653052251035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-those-lazy-days-of-summerwhere-are.html' title='Oh those lazy days of summer.......where are they?'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3982317747360798175</id><published>2007-05-31T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:34:16.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trend Setting Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl7q4AuhweI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ikA6SWIQRc/s1600-h/100_0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl7q4AuhweI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ikA6SWIQRc/s320/100_0658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070748478454481378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl7q5guhwfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KHH2zI4I3Nc/s1600-h/100_0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl7q5guhwfI/AAAAAAAAABc/KHH2zI4I3Nc/s320/100_0659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070748504224285170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me that she really has no problem with self esteem right now!  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3982317747360798175?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3982317747360798175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3982317747360798175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3982317747360798175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3982317747360798175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/trend-setting-day-2.html' title='Trend Setting Day 2'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl7q4AuhweI/AAAAAAAAABU/2ikA6SWIQRc/s72-c/100_0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5590631373458203402</id><published>2007-05-30T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:17:39.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Girl!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl2i4guhwdI/AAAAAAAAABM/xke6ih9Lics/s1600-h/100_0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl2i4guhwdI/AAAAAAAAABM/xke6ih9Lics/s320/100_0642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070387847230505426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I watched a segment of Oprah's where she was talking about girls and their self-esteem and how we as women should be building up our daughters daily. I haven't always had the best self-esteem and certainly do not want my daughter to experience those nasty, horrible days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I believe, I have built up my daughter, maybe just a little bit. I was going to the store and she so badly wanted to go. She dressed herself in what she thought looked great. She came out of the room and I immediately said "NO!". Her Dad of course told her that she was beautiful. I thought I could sneak out but there's no fooling her! She was on my heals. So, I said: "Mija, do you like the way you look today?" and she very sure of herself said, "Yes, I do!". So, I thought...you know, if you feel good, I feel good. So....off to the store we went. She pranced around like she was a million bucks! You know what baby....you're more than a million bucks! You are my psychedelic princess and you are my world! I hope you always feel good about you and who you are because I'd have you no other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5590631373458203402?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5590631373458203402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5590631373458203402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5590631373458203402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5590631373458203402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-girl.html' title='OH Girl!!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rl2i4guhwdI/AAAAAAAAABM/xke6ih9Lics/s72-c/100_0642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-16528210149119560</id><published>2007-05-19T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:17:37.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers, Friends, and Laughter</title><content type='html'>The wait is over for almost everything I was "waiting" for a few days ago.  Sal made it safely home from Austin, the Lord said that the job He has for me is right where I am so live with it and get happy.  I'm living with it and will find happiness before school starts in the Fall.  Praise God my Dad's test results have revealed that he is fine and well.  AND....summer will officially begin at my house in FIVE DAYS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already have so many things planned.  Our first task (interject Sal - "We're calling this task PREPERATION H - We're preparing the house for summer) is to have a very late Spring Cleaning event the week after next.  Memorial Day could be just that - some things will only be a memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last soccer game today and ended with a perfect season. Well...a perfect losing season but Clarissa doesn't care.  However, if she would have played as hard the rest of the season as she did today it might not have been a perfect losing season!  She has also had her gymnastics exhibition today and was absolutelyn adorable!  We have Jonathon's in just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought today as I was leaving a message for my dear friend.  Life is funny.  There is a couple that Sal and I have been friends with for many years. Our children are like brothers/sister.  In fact, she was Jonathon's first caregiver.  We had attended the same church and usually sat by each other in church up until January of this year when the Lord called us away from Alliance.  How funny it is that we have seen this family more since we've been gone than when we saw them weekly at church.  Life is funny but I sure have enjoyed the laughs and good times we have together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...my thought for today is this.....Keep praying, laughing, and spending time with friends.  It makes life and those nasty "waiting" games so much more bearable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-16528210149119560?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/16528210149119560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=16528210149119560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/16528210149119560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/16528210149119560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/answered-prayers-friends-and-laughter.html' title='Answered Prayers, Friends, and Laughter'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1190146566784158584</id><published>2007-05-13T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:38:24.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RkfYr4Mbz8I/AAAAAAAAABE/X7Mls_CB5SA/s1600-h/100_0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RkfYr4Mbz8I/AAAAAAAAABE/X7Mls_CB5SA/s320/100_0594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064254554331926466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just experienced a wonderful relaxing weekend.  We spent Saturday evening/early night with some of our dearest friends hanging out at the park having a picnic (yes, there were some chickens sacrificed for the picnic but they were good!)  Our children are like brothers and sister and thoroughly enjoyed themselvces.  We did have to scrub alot of sand out of their hair but hey, they had fun getting it there!  Today, after church, we took Jonathon and Clarissa to their favorite pool for some presummer swimming.  It made for a perfect Mother's Day....there's nothing better than the laughter of your children.  We've already made plans for next weekend! It seems to make the thought of these next two weeks bearable!  I can't wait!  SUMMER IS COMING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1190146566784158584?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1190146566784158584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1190146566784158584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1190146566784158584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1190146566784158584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming!!!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RkfYr4Mbz8I/AAAAAAAAABE/X7Mls_CB5SA/s72-c/100_0594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2764817454463775624</id><published>2007-05-10T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:26:15.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm very good at this!  This you ask?  This waiting stuff!  I'm waiting for a "phone call" that could certainly put a lift in my career, I'm waiting for insurance to come through for me - somehow, someway.  I'm waiting on my husband to return from Austin.  I'm waiting for my Dad to find out some pretty important health results.  I'm waiting for school to hurry up and dismiss for the summer!  I'm very impatient and I certainly don't like this part of world right now.  I wonder......did I pray for patience somewhere along the way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2764817454463775624?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2764817454463775624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2764817454463775624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2764817454463775624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2764817454463775624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1050218922256424730</id><published>2007-04-24T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:41:25.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my new "friend"  Boot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ri4I78ErbhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/67dICWEPop4/s1600-h/100_0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ri4I78ErbhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/67dICWEPop4/s320/100_0449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056989257414700562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to introduce you to my new friend "Boot" however, I use the term friend very loosely.  To date, I've called boot several names including heavy, hot, cumbersome, stupid, and annoying.  Due to my recent strain and partial tearing of my Achilles tendon, Boot is going to be my constant companion for at least 6 weeks.  "AT LEAST" - I'm a little worried about that arrangement because we all know what that means and for someone who has already worn out their welcome - that's to scary to even think about! So, until then, I am entertaining ideas for creative uses for Boot once we're not attached at the ankle  "so to speak"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1050218922256424730?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1050218922256424730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1050218922256424730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1050218922256424730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1050218922256424730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/meet-my-new-friend-boot.html' title='Meet my new &quot;friend&quot;  Boot!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ri4I78ErbhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/67dICWEPop4/s72-c/100_0449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5168030435504254867</id><published>2007-04-21T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:44:47.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ripa4MErbgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ysZ0aQnHwcM/s1600-h/100_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ripa4MErbgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ysZ0aQnHwcM/s320/100_0394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055953453036826114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting and waiting.... the Lil' Raiders were finally able to take the field this morning!  A little rusty, it took them a little bit to wake up!  But, #2, a fiesty little player from the Bursiaga home, scored a goal and played the entire game without complaint!  Ahh.....the Spring season is finally rolling!  You gotta love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5168030435504254867?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5168030435504254867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5168030435504254867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5168030435504254867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5168030435504254867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Ripa4MErbgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ysZ0aQnHwcM/s72-c/100_0394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-699790134373624330</id><published>2007-04-15T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:32:20.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Refining</title><content type='html'>I do believe that I have had the most interesting and reflective days of my life over the past few days.  Friday very well could go in the books as the worst day of my teaching career.  As I have reflected upon it though, I have seen alot of what I've needed to see for sometime.  I've learned alot about other people and myself, just since Friday.  I've rearranged some priorities and those that were are no longer and some that should have been at the top have been moved there and cemented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jonathon competed in the Southwest Texas/New Mexico Tumbling &amp; Trampoline State Championship.  I am so proud to report that he came away with many awards, winning 1st overall in tumbling, 2nd in trampoline, and 3rd in Double-Mini.  I am so proud of him.  It was a great day and I found myself having so many different emotions watching him compete.  I prayed through every pass and I know that God had favor on him Saturday.  Clarissa did a great job WAITING all day for the attention to be back on her!  It was really a nice family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sal and I tried out a new Sunday School class.  We had not been attending Sunday School since we left Alliance because we were trying to get the kids settled in to a new church.  So, they'd go off to Sunday School and Sal &amp; I went to Worship Service.  Well, today, all 4 of us attended service and then went to Sunday School.  As Clarissa drove me crazy because she kept moving (as most 6 years olds do) and Jonathon consistenly felt he needed to lean on me during the service, I had the following revelation:  Just as my kids have to get used to being in "big church" (they always went to Kids Church at Alliance) again, I had to get used to having them there again.  At one point today, I even thought:  I liked it better when they were in class!  BUT, when I looked over and saw Jonathon reading his Bible and following along with the Pastor, I knew that he needed to be there and that I just needed to get used to it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I blog tonight, I must confess that I dread going to work tomorrow.   I don't want to feel that way but I do.  Please pray for me that this little time of refining will only be "a short time" and if it isn't, pray for strength to endure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-699790134373624330?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/699790134373624330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=699790134373624330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/699790134373624330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/699790134373624330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/days-of-refining.html' title='Days of Refining'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-5740816749924920752</id><published>2007-04-08T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T16:00:59.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJ7-JUDEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SUdqdx-Seo0/s1600-h/100_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJ7-JUDEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SUdqdx-Seo0/s320/100_0300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051149751715892290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJBeJUDCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SfKRhvt3uA4/s1600-h/100_0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJBeJUDCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SfKRhvt3uA4/s320/100_0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051148746693544994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJB-JUDDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LQZIz6O7Q0o/s1600-h/100_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJB-JUDDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LQZIz6O7Q0o/s320/100_0304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051148755283479602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share my two cold, beautiful children on Easter Morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-5740816749924920752?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5740816749924920752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=5740816749924920752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5740816749924920752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/5740816749924920752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/RhlJ7-JUDEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SUdqdx-Seo0/s72-c/100_0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-865183278767306855</id><published>2007-04-07T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:27:12.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming........</title><content type='html'>.........of a White Christmas!  Not a white Easter!!!!  Oh, those lines of communication sometimes get crossed.  But, as I look out the window this morning, it is a beautiful wintry scene.  The snow is falling quickly and softly, my children are begging to go outside, and we're talking of starting a fire......BUT, we are supposed to be dyeing EASTER EGGS, not roasting marshmallows!  Crazy isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-865183278767306855?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/865183278767306855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=865183278767306855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/865183278767306855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/865183278767306855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-dreaming.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming........'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-2288277611789625394</id><published>2007-04-06T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:54:30.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that it's almost Easter, especially when I look out to see drizzle, an occasional snow flake, and not to mention, it's freezing out there!  BUT, it is West Texas and this isn't the first cold Easter I've experienced here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Good Friday, has been just that.  It was nice to sleep in this morning and then I was joined by my two children.  We layed in bed and watched TV for at least an hour.  Of course, I don't remember much about what we watched because I was too busy thinking about each one of them, and thanking God for them and just enjoying the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had lunch with an old friend today.  Isn't it amazing that when your are truely friends with someone, it doesn't matter how many miles seperate you or how much time seperates your last coversation, when you meet up, you can pick up like there was never a seperation?  That's how it was.  She had not seen Clarissa since she was 10 months old!  We had a wonderful time and I thoroughly enjoyed talking about her new "gift" that is due in August.  Once Clarissa found out that Stefanie was expecting a girl, she was ready to see the baby.......right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good Friday on this Good Friday.  I'm thankful for family and friends, but in the spirit of the season, I'm thankful for Jesus and for what happened many years ago on that cross!  Happy Easter to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-2288277611789625394?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2288277611789625394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=2288277611789625394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2288277611789625394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/2288277611789625394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-6379217981715561367</id><published>2007-04-01T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:11:17.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the mouths of Babes...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share a few of the very profound statements that have made there way into my world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready for church this morning, Clarissa asked her Dad if he was going to die.  Sal said yes, sometime.  She, in the saddest of voices, said :"No...I don't want you to die!!.....PAUSE.......Daddy, when you die, can Jonathon take me to Burger King?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her to look under her bed for something this morning, Clarissa put both hands up to her chest and replied, "EXcccuuuusssseee Me.  YOU want ME to get down there and look under the bed?" Uhhh, yeah!   And so she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what is coming out of her mouth next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-6379217981715561367?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6379217981715561367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=6379217981715561367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6379217981715561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/6379217981715561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the mouths of Babes...'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1513810129361734658</id><published>2007-03-29T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:53:04.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me a Break!!</title><content type='html'>Today has surely been one of "those" days.  I received news about some INSURANCE problem of mine that to be quite honest, felt like a death sentence when I received it.  My students were rude, hurtful, and right out mean to my student teacher and because their mine, I feel responsible.  A friend of ours found out she has stage 3 cancer.  She's a single Mom with two children to raise. AND...the weatherman said it's going to be in the 50's tomorrow with wind and strong storms!!!!  Are you kidding me?????  Don't ruin my Friday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1513810129361734658?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1513810129361734658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1513810129361734658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1513810129361734658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1513810129361734658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/give-me-break.html' title='Give Me a Break!!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-1039459770097705220</id><published>2007-03-18T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:56:54.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for us girls...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I got to hang out with a very good "friend".  We went shoe shopping and let me tell you, I love shoes but my "friend" was in heaven.  After we picked up some new shoes, we went looking for "workout wear".  While we were at Academy, my "friend", who by the way has the cutest little body, discovered 2 very adorable swimsuits. After a whole lot of shopping at Academy, she fell a little short at the cash register (she only had $1) but I was happy to pick up the rest of the tab.  When we left Academy, I was going the wrong direction and decided to cut through Resthaven Cemetary.  Boy...did I make the wrong move!  My "friend" decided that the flowers were so beautiful there, she could pick one for a teacher friend of hers.  I wouldn't let her but I also learned not to use the cemetary to turn around in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that shopping had made us hungry so we called another friend of ours to meet us at Zookini's.  The three of us enjoyed a nice dinner and just had "girl talk".  You know..the things you do amongst "friends".  After we relaxed our feet for a little while at home, my "friend" and I ran to Target and would you believe, she found an outfit there too?  As we were leaving Target, we were walking to our car and my "friend" looked UP at me and said...."I love hanging out with you"..little does she know, I can't think of anyone else I enjoy having a girls day with either!  I want to share a picture of my friend with you because she is beautiful...inside and out.  She is free spirited and loves life and makes me laugh on many occasions.  She also keeps me humble and has improved my prayer life because sometimes, she can be a little stubborn.  But, all in all, I thank God daily for blessing my life with someone who I know I'll be able to call my "friend" for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rf1EH71gwHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/41HUAW7BodU/s1600-h/100_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rf1EH71gwHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/41HUAW7BodU/s320/100_0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043262060836733042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-1039459770097705220?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1039459770097705220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=1039459770097705220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1039459770097705220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/1039459770097705220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-for-us-girls.html' title='A day for us girls...'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wrmD9CBHm3I/Rf1EH71gwHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/41HUAW7BodU/s72-c/100_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-7992308083118765259</id><published>2007-03-16T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:26:31.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2007 - A wonderful time!</title><content type='html'>We have returned from our trip to Cloudcroft.  It was absolutely wonderful.  Very relaxing, many moments of laughter, and a moment or two of worry just to keep us on our toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabin was way more than expected and if anyone ever travels to Cloudcroft I would highly recommend this place.  We arrived Saturday evening and withing a few minutes, Clarissa was dancing around, jumping up and down, saying "THIS IS AWESOME" and "I'M SO EXCITED".  We drove into town and grabbed a quick dinner and returned to the cabin.  Sunday was interesting.  The day started out with beautiful sunshine.  We enjoyed a wonderful breakfast by Chef Sal and shortly before noon, we had a light mountain shower.  The kids enjoyed sledding down the hill that morning before the rain.  At noon, Sal went into Cloudcroft (6 miles from the cabin).  By 12:15 it was snowing so hard that I couldn't see across the mountain.  It was thundering and lightening also.  At 1:30, Sal had not returned.  Our Explorer is not a 4 wheel drive so I was a bit concerned.  I put on my shoes and decided I would take the trecherous walk to the neighbor's house and call the local Sheriff's department to look for him.  While I was preparing to leave, I heard Clarissa praying that if "Sal dies, I would be sad.  Please don't let him die."  Well...that was comforting.  Within about 5 minutes, she runs through the cabin yelling "HE'S ALIVE!  HE'S ALIVE!".  Yes, her Daddy had returned.  He couldn't pull the truck into the driveway because it was an incline but nonetheless...he was home!  We ended up getting about 3 inches of snow and the kids built a snowman/woman/thing.  Monday they predicted more snow and so we just hung out at the cabin and the kids loved playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tueseday we ventured down the mountain to White Sands.  I have always wanted to visit there and must say that I was awestruck from the moment I saw the place.  We had so much fun!  EVERYONE took part in sledding on Tuesday!  We hated to leave to come home but once back, everyone agreed that it was nice to be home.  Sal and I realized on the way back that our work places were not mentioned one time while on the trip.  How nice to completely get away from it all.  I have posted pictures on my Flickr stream and would invite you to share in our wonderful trip.  We can't wait for the next opportunity and adventure!  Family time is a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-7992308083118765259?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7992308083118765259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=7992308083118765259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7992308083118765259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/7992308083118765259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-break-2007-wonderful-time.html' title='Spring Break 2007 - A wonderful time!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-4223042790496560350</id><published>2007-03-10T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:45:50.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Off!</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly but today is the day.  We've had this trip scheduled for what seems like forever and Spring Break is finally here.  We hope to be on the road within the next few hours and then we're off to Cloudcroft.  Both kids were awake BEFORE 7:00 this morning.  I think they may be a little excited!  Well...I must finish packing before Clarissa does it for me!  Happy Spring Break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-4223042790496560350?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4223042790496560350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=4223042790496560350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4223042790496560350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/4223042790496560350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-were-off.html' title='And We&apos;re Off!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522185632836348040.post-3050808082563858735</id><published>2007-03-07T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:35:02.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so blessed!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me!  As I celebrated my 41st birthday today, I have taken a moment tonight to reflect a bit.  I have been blessed with so many wonderful people in my life.  This morning, right before I turned on my blow dryer, I heard my precious princess say "Happy Birthday Mommy" in a very sleepy voice.  It was a wonderful thing to hear.  Soon I was met by my son and husband with a present and card.  I love them, all three of them, so very much.  I went to school and was met with well wishes from my students.  They're so cute!  I work with such wonderful people.  One of my dearest friends gave me the coolest bag with some "girlie goodies" in it!  Those of you who know me know how much I LOVE bags and purses.  My wonderful sister called me, text messaged me, emailed me, and blessed me with yet another cool present.  She is persistent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...during the day, my students CONTINUED to wish me a Happy Birthday, some at very inopportune times but nonetheless, it was sweet.  As I was on my way home from work, I received a phone call from my principal and assistant principal, singing Happy Birthday to me.  They're so cute!  While on the phone with them, my Mom called to tell me that she just couldn't believe her BABY was 41!!!  Yeah, well me either but that's how the math plays out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended with dinner with the family and a friend, who went way out of her comfort zone to join us at a Japanese steakhouse.  It was topped off with a surprise cheesecake and singing by the wait staff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, through all the cards, call, and gifts from friends and family, I realize how very blessed I am. Even though there were those who claim to be so very close to me that I never heard from today, God revealed to me how many wonderful friends I have in my life and how adorable and loving my entire family is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that God will give me at least another 41 years to enjoy this grand 'ole life because I really do have a great one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6522185632836348040-3050808082563858735?l=2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3050808082563858735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6522185632836348040&amp;postID=3050808082563858735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3050808082563858735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6522185632836348040/posts/default/3050808082563858735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2giftsoftheheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-so-blessed.html' title='I am so blessed!'/><author><name>Gayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452436266428949637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
