<?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-5491920715648529390</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:34:16.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom Where God Plants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491920715648529390.post-4133672928213494992</id><published>2009-11-11T09:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:47:21.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  It's been a long time since I've even thought about a post.  However, on this important day which was set aside so many years ago to honor our military veterans, I felt almost compelled to post my gratitude.  I know Memorial Day is for remembering those who have fought and died for our freedom, but the recent occurrence at Fort Hood, where terrorism has once again reached our shores and done it's ugly work, has come too close to Veterans Day for me to not first pay tribute to the brave military personnel who laid down their lives at a time and in a place almost inconceivable--a U.S. military installation in America.  Then, to the men and women currently serving in our military, my appreciation and gratitude for your sacrifices are deeply heartfelt, and my prayers for your protection are increased during this apparent inability of our current commander-in-chief to decide that our troops are dying needlessly in Afghanistan simply because they need and cannot receive added support.  Thank you for doing your job to the best of your ability!  Finally, though not at all in the least, a resounding THANK YOU to those former military personnel that walk the streets with us each day, eat at the same restaurants that we do, shop for groceries with us, and live each of their civilian days all the while remembering the lost comrades,  swallowing their words in the face of the distrust of those who do not understand where their own freedom comes from, and who would do it all over again because they know freedom isn't free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-4133672928213494992?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/4133672928213494992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=4133672928213494992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/4133672928213494992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/4133672928213494992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-9022462032788552387</id><published>2008-12-01T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:39:14.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December Kick-off with a Christmas Mood</title><content type='html'>We just arrived home from a Christmas concert featuring Casting Crowns, Natalie Grant, Avalon, Michael English, and &lt;a href="http://www.denvermho.com"&gt;Denver and the Mile High Orchestra&lt;/a&gt;.  Even though we planned to attend this concert, it sort of turned into an impromptu attendance when we realized we had the wrong date in mind and had to scramble to get there tonight.  Get there we did, though, and it was an enjoyable evening.  I am usually quite picky with my concert attendance, and under normal circumstances I would have shied from part of this line-up, but for Christmas music, it couldn't have been much better, unless Steven Curtis Chapman had been in the mix!  I have been enjoying non-stop Christmas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt; on XM since last week, but there is something missing in White Christmas and Silver Bells that one can only find in the Christmas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;carol.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Oh, Holy Night" and "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel" are my favorite carols with "It Came Upon a Midnight Clear" not far behind.  Actually, I love to sing all of them, and I love to mangle them on the piano as I attempt to put my heart into my fingers.  It's even been cold here in La which of course helps set the Christmas mood for this northern southerner.  Anyway, what a wonderful reminder we had on this first day of advent.  Christmas is not the shopping or the decorations or the tree or the presents or even family.  Christmas is the celebration of Christ coming to earth to be both human and God for the eventual redemption of the human race for whosoever will accept him.  May we all remember this, no matter how bleak our situation may be this Christmas.  When the angels told the shepherds that there was to be peace on earth, they didn't mean there would never be economic hard times or famine or war or sickness.  The point was that if and as Jesus lives within us, he would bring us peace to live in this life, come what may.  May you all have peace on earth this Christmas, beginning today, that will last all year, every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-9022462032788552387?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/9022462032788552387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=9022462032788552387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/9022462032788552387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/9022462032788552387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-kick-off-with-christmas-mood.html' title='December Kick-off with a Christmas Mood'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-9191815717726363004</id><published>2008-03-13T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:12:09.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting</title><content type='html'>I am not a patient waiter when I have nothing else to do.  I am currently sitting at home awaiting the time when I will drive to the airport and pick up my dearly beloved.  Yes, he is actually coming home tonight, not tomorrow!!  I think I need to go find something with which to occupy myself.  The long-awaited time is here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-9191815717726363004?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/9191815717726363004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=9191815717726363004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/9191815717726363004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/9191815717726363004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting.html' title='The Waiting'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-1263343387367920412</id><published>2008-03-13T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:55:26.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's on His Way!</title><content type='html'>He's been traveling for roughly 20 hours, about 17 of that in the air, but my husband is on his way home! He is currently in the air between Bangor and BWI, after leaving Kuwait yesterday afternoon my time and stopping for fuel in Germany. Hopefully he will get a ticket change and be home tonight instead of tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-1263343387367920412?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/1263343387367920412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=1263343387367920412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1263343387367920412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1263343387367920412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2008/03/hes-on-his-way.html' title='He&apos;s on His Way!'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-4652016628811535302</id><published>2008-03-06T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:28:26.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A slushy accumulation of 1 to 2 inches...</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not still in Virginia.  That happens to be tomorrow's forecast for the little area I currently call home here in La.  Oh, and a high temperature of only 39.  Hmmm...do you think it's because I washed the truck?  I am excited, even though I won't likely be able to even make a snowball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear people, I cleaned, inside and out, my knight's chariot for when I pick him up at the airport next week.  &lt;strong&gt;Next week&lt;/strong&gt;--did you hear that!!??  The end is in sight! My heart goes out to all the soldier and Marine wives whose husbands are gone at least a year, and most tours are closer to 15 or 18 months.  Six months was plenty of separation for this little military wife, especially after only 8 months of marriage.  There isn't a firm date yet for his arrival, even though I say next week, not that I could post it anyway.  However, once he is safely winging his way toward the good ol' USA, I'll post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Virginia was grand, though I missed seeing quite a number of people.  I didn't time things very well in the end, and things were also reaching the point of being on the road all day, everyday in order to get to everyone.  It just means that another trip will be in order once things settle down here.  It was wonderful to visit with those I could, and just because I didn't see you doesn't mean you count any less!  When you are trying to catch up in two weeks with the places and people where you spent 30+ years, it is hard to fit everything in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-4652016628811535302?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/4652016628811535302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=4652016628811535302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/4652016628811535302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/4652016628811535302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2008/03/slushy-accumulation-of-1-to-2-inches.html' title='A slushy accumulation of 1 to 2 inches...'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-7767796011856876323</id><published>2008-01-03T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:32:19.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to 2008 as I pack away the memories of 2007</title><content type='html'>Back in the 90s I remember thinking that anything beyond Y2K just seemed like a fairy tale. Now I'm living in the fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris received his first official date of return, so tune in around March 16 for the conclusion of this journey. Of course, I hope you tune in occasionally before then, but that is the all-important date. For now. As anyone knows with the military, we may have 2 or 3 more official dates of return before he actually climbs on a plane to head this way. Though he is ready to come home, his spirits are high, and he is enjoying his new post. They made a good celebration of Christmas. I wish I had a picture of the grill that they created. It would make any if-you-don't-have-it-make-it person proud to hear Chris tell about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't wait quite so long to reflect upon the year just passed. I guess I just haven't had much time to think. It was a full and blessed year, to be sure. January only found us continuing to adjust to married life as well as nesting. We continued to clean up the treeline and fence row to the side of our yard. The vines in this region are invasive and annoying, to say the least. I just got the electricity bill, and it confirmed to me that last winter was colder than this one has been so far. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; saw us making two consecutive weekend trips to Alabama: the first in response to the unexpected death of a beloved uncle and the second to visit with a west-coast cousin who I had not seen in a number of years. March contained a number of church events and military events. Additionally I was able to help a former employer by attending a conference in southern La. While there I acquired :) my nephews for a week-long visit. This was a wonderful time, and when they left I sorely missed them. They are such energetic guys-full of life and love. Easter was celebrated the weekend after they went home. Later in the month we attended an air show at the base. It was my first air show, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thunderbirds&lt;/span&gt; were great. The same weekend the Blue Angels were flying on the east coast, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; to hear about the tragic accident of one of their new pilots. Thoughts of such an accident had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me concerning our air show, and I had been praying for God's protection. We visited Chris's family in IN to finish out April. In May we had a visit from a Virginia friend of mine. We were able to attend another conference, this time in San Antonio, and also take a little time for ourselves. It was during the conference on afternoon that Chris received that call that changed our lives for the rest of the year. However, we were determined to enjoy whatever time God gave us together, and we continued to make plans for a two-week trip west at the end of June. Before that, though, we were facing our first separation while Chris went for training in VA. The Lord was merciful, and it was cancelled the Friday before he was to report on Monday. Then time for "the trip" arrived, and we excitedly drove off for our first day of travelling, a 14 hour drive to Albuquerque. The whole trip included: Painted Desert/Petrified Forest, Grand Canyon (camped in the park), Hoover Dam, Death Valley, visit with dear friend in CA, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sequoia&lt;/span&gt; National Park, a church youth camp on the top and side of a CA mountain (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rusTIC&lt;/span&gt;!), Yosemite Nat. Park, another campsite and cooking in the dark :), a wonderful visit with family in Reno and time to take my dear husband to my favorite spots in the area (no, no casinos), old mining camps and ghost towns, the heat of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas at midnight, Zion Nat. Park, Bryce Canyon (camped in the park), Route 66, Saguaro Nat. Park, watched some beautiful distant rain storms, logged a number of new air bases (great on the budget for lodging), and made notes on places that we want to go back to and others we want to add to a future trip. It was the highlight of the year for both of us since Chris has never been west, I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of showing him places I have been, and we both enjoyed discovering new places together. The rest of July was simply spent preparing for Chris's departure and praying that he wouldn't really have to go. God's ways are not ours, though, and he left for training. After seeing Chris off at the end of August, when we spent a great three days exploring San Antonio (we found the BEST Italian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;), the rest of the year was spent, for me, in trying to adjust to a great deal of free time on my hands. I have managed to have enough visitors or trips each month that the time has passed quickly: Oct a trip for a friend's wedding and a church event and the passing of my first anniversary without my husband, Nov was a trip to my brother's and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;in-laws',&lt;/span&gt; my parents and grandmother were in for Thanksgiving, and the birth of a friend's baby with a visit with her parents from Virginia, then December was busy Christmas shopping and preparing for Christmas at my parents'. What week Chris found out his first official return date. Unfortunately, that week also brought a funeral in Virginia that I did get to attend. "The return" wasn't as emotionally wrenching as I was afraid it would be, and I am ready for a trip in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; if the airlines will cooperate financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just did that recap as much for myself as for everyone who would care to know. It was a great year, even with a deployment, and I am looking forward to what God holds for us this year. It may not all be good, and likely won't be since life is life, but I know God will be with us, and I intend to go to him with my laughter as well as tears, praise and worship as much as needs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;requests&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-7767796011856876323?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/7767796011856876323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=7767796011856876323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7767796011856876323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7767796011856876323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-2008-as-i-pack-away-memories-of.html' title='Hello to 2008 as I pack away the memories of 2007'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-8773684506853677699</id><published>2007-12-18T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:06:20.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wait a Day</title><content type='html'>You hear it all the time around this area of the country, at least at this time of the year, "If you don't like the weather, just stick around a day, and it'll change." Yuck. We finally had December-like temperatures the past few days, and all of a sudden we are back at 70. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pneumonia&lt;/span&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, I am reminded of the title of my own blog.  It's a hard thing to do then you don't care for your surroundings, whether it be people, climate, or terrain.  In my case it's the climate.  Ok, Lord, reprimand heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-8773684506853677699?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/8773684506853677699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=8773684506853677699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/8773684506853677699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/8773684506853677699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-wait-day.html' title='Just Wait a Day'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-6022994250150044940</id><published>2007-12-16T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:43:32.907-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and Presents</title><content type='html'>Finally.  Frosting sugar cookies is something that only gets done at Christmas and every time I do them I am reminded why.   What a time-consuming task.  Mom has decided, and rightly so, that we ought to start contributing to the goodies instead of her doing them all.  I guess I need to try out the fudge recipe some day to see if I can make it.  For now I think Mom is stuck with that task.  But I don't really mind doing the cookies, even if it is a two-day task.  Or at least it is for the number of them that we usually make.  I'm going to send a few to Chris and give  some to the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the presents are purchased, one is left to be wrapped cause I just bought it, and all I have to do is load them up.  I braved the mall today out of absolute necessity.  Sometimes I don't mind shopping during this time of December, but only if I already have everything purchased, and I am just out nosing around.  Thankfully I did find what I was looking for so I could then beat it home to get out of the madness.  There is no tree up this year, nor are there any other decorations.  I'll just enjoy the neighbors'.  Well, I did buy at the dollar store an 18" tree that has 2 colors of fiber optics.  It's sitting in the window, but I have yet to turn it on!  It's really not Bah Humbug, I just don't like to decorate for myself.  I quit doing it the last few years I was single, and with Chris around I just don't feel like Christmas is here, but at my parents'.  So, I'll enjoy Mom's when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think we are halfway through the deployment. We don't have an ETA yet, only our own calculations.  My brother is home on time, though, and we are thankful.  He has been doing contract work, or something like that, and his arrival date wavered at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way passed my bedtime.  I just had to celebrate the completion of the cookies ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-6022994250150044940?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/6022994250150044940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=6022994250150044940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6022994250150044940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6022994250150044940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/12/cookies-and-presents.html' title='Cookies and Presents'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-1024518357786444806</id><published>2007-11-30T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:26:21.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newborns and Old Friends</title><content type='html'>How wonderful it was the past two days to combine the two!  I have a Virginia friend living relatively nearby and she had her second child last week.  I was unable to visit until this week, and then wound up spending two nights impromptu in order to visit not just with her, but her parents also, who I haven't seen since rougly this time last year.  The baby boy is adorable--and such a good baby!  This is a blessing to my friend since her oldest child will only turn 1 year old next week.  Yes, she has her hands full.  Now I'm missing Virginia all over again, and simply will have to make plans for a visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-1024518357786444806?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/1024518357786444806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=1024518357786444806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1024518357786444806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1024518357786444806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/11/newborns-and-old-friends.html' title='Newborns and Old Friends'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-8428146772371611721</id><published>2007-11-27T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:07:49.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the End of November??</title><content type='html'>What a busy two weeks I have had!  Actually, I've been pretty much on the go since the beginning of October (it was a beautiful wedding, Julie!) with either somewhere to go or something to do at home.  I am a homebody, but have been glad for the opportunities to keep my mind off of my "aloneness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I headed out for a fast trip to the midwest.  First stop was my brother in Ohio.  He had purchased a home in May, and I wanted to see it as well as him.  It was a long 13-hour drive to get there, something I haven't done in a very long time.  But it was worth it to spend the time with him.  We roamed through the air museum at WPAFB the next day--airplanes are somewhat of a hobby/passion for him, and I am always interested in anything to do with history.  Granted, there are very modern models there, too, which were no less interesting to me.  We had no where nearly enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left him the following morning and headed to Indiana for a one-day stopover for a local church convention.  My parents were also there, and I wanted to see them.  One of the preachers that I enjoy hearing was the evening speaker.  It was a small meeting, but enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving there the following morning I headed to my in-laws toward the southeastern part of IN.  We had an early Thanksgiving dinner with Chris's grandparents making the (for them) arduous hour-long trip.  I was very humbled that they would do this, and we had a good time of eating and visiting.  My mother-in-law and I of course had to go shopping, and I managed to find some bargain prices on Christmas presents for my nephews.  We haven't ever spent time together like that, and it was nice to be able to do so.  I was only there for a few days and headed back out on the road to get home.  Surprisingly, as many hours as I spent on the road, I wasn't road-weary like I expected to be.  God is good in even small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home I spent Monday and most of Tuesday getting ready for a visit from my parents and grandmother.  I have thanked God for my family, but this week it seemed to hit me just how much I AM thankful for my parents.  They have been traveling a great deal, and had just arrived home themselves the Friday before they came out here.  I trust their visit was restful, though, since I managed to take care of all of the cooking (except for breakfast because they get up too early for me :-p), and we didn't try to find things to go and do.  We did venture out a few times.  Since my husband-hero is abroad, my first hero, Dad, helped me fix some things with the lawn mower that I was concerned about.  What a weight off my mind.  I hadn't realized I was so concered about it until after it was done.  I plan to use it sometime later this week to give the yard one last cutting and rid the yard of the fallen leaves as well.  Thanksgiving dinner came off without a hitch--my first!!  I cooked a turkey breast (kind of cheated there, but we didn't need a whole turkey) which was unbelievably juicy, and also had a small ham.  Dad has to watch his sugar/starch intake, and so there weren't any of the standard carbohydrates other than sweet potatoes.  Fresh green beans and asparagus, Waldorf salad, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie for dessert.  I think I surprised both of my parents at my ability to plan it, prepare it, and get it on the table in a timely fashion.  I think I surprised myself a little, too......  Anyway, Dad's birthday was Saturday, and he got a from-scratch sugar-free coconut cream pie and homemade pizza.  I think all in all the visit was a good one, and I thoroughly enjoyed being the hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am back to just me.  Chris starts the day shift tomorrow, and we both hope he will be less bored.  We are almost at the half-way point and are now at the place where we can start saying, at least every once in a while, "we only have.....left" instead of "it's only been...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed beyond measure.  Help me, Lord, to express my thanks to you &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-8428146772371611721?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/8428146772371611721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=8428146772371611721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/8428146772371611721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/8428146772371611721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-end-of-november.html' title='It&apos;s the End of November??'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-5831787048053720891</id><published>2007-11-04T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:04:33.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers, Candy, and a Starbucks Gift Card</title><content type='html'>Isn't wonderful how the people at church, your "church family," can be so much like family? To those of us who are far from family, or old friends, it is a blessing. I was pleasantly surprised by the showing of affection tonight after church. I don't know who there is keeping track, but someone remembered that my birthday is tomorrow, and there was an iced sheet-cookie and lots of presents, which was astounding. Cake and cards I understand, but the gifts were above and beyond necessary, and it was humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my church. I have told many people, and in front of my pastor and his wife, no less, that the one number one thing that has made my transition from Virginia to Louisiana bearable is that I have a wonderful church to attend. AND I already knew the pastor and his wife from years ago. I can't imagine moving here and not knowing anyone but my husband. I am so thankful that God showed me mercy in that area when he decided to move me from my roots. I love my husband, but the loss of constant familiar contact with old friends would have made my homesickness unbearable for my poor husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to my wonderful church family, this second important date during my husband's deployment will not seem so empty, as I am going into tomorrow with the love of new friends and the feeling of acceptance that you can only know by experience, not verbal description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now midnight, CST. Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-5831787048053720891?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/5831787048053720891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=5831787048053720891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/5831787048053720891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/5831787048053720891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/11/church-family.html' title='Flowers, Candy, and a Starbucks Gift Card'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-7411922279476614625</id><published>2007-10-22T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:28:54.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gubenatorial Victory</title><content type='html'>Even though I could have come up with many other things I would RATHER have been doing on my wedding anniversary, I was happy to have the opportunity to vote and elect a breath of fresh air for Louisiana.  We have a few crucial races that are now at the runoff stage, and I do hope that everyone will return to the polls next month to complete the elections.  Congratulations, Bobby Jindal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-7411922279476614625?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/7411922279476614625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=7411922279476614625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7411922279476614625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7411922279476614625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/10/gubenatorial-victory.html' title='Gubenatorial Victory'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-2940544924435908004</id><published>2007-10-20T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:52:08.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later</title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary, darling. I know we are apart this year, but remember my heart is always with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-2940544924435908004?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/2940544924435908004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=2940544924435908004' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2940544924435908004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2940544924435908004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-year-later_20.html' title='One Year Later'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-1995814827520229895</id><published>2007-09-08T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:26:24.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is our health worth convenience?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,295761,00.html"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,295761,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about inhaling the fumes from ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED butter microwave popcorn--that stuff is INGESTED. Why do we think artificial flavors are harmless--they are chemically based. Yet most of America blindly goes about buying food without reading the ingredients or considering the chemical, preservative, and dye content. I wonder how many chronic or terminal illnesses could be/can be avoided or even reversed if we did read and consider. And my mother laughed at me for using an air popper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-1995814827520229895?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/1995814827520229895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=1995814827520229895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1995814827520229895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1995814827520229895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-our-health-worth-convenience.html' title='Is our health worth convenience?'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-4432085086638047013</id><published>2007-08-13T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:43:15.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought I Lived in the Country</title><content type='html'>I was excited to view the Perseid meteor shower last night since it was supposed to be the prime and peak viewing time.  While I did see a couple streaks in the sky, one which seemed to be close to the tops of the trees, how disappointed I was once I got outside.  Until last night I hadn't realized just how many of my neighbors have ruined our country nights by having STREET LIGHTS.  And wouldn't you know the worse offenders were in the exact direction that I needed to face last night--toward the north.  I expected some residual light from the city 10 miles up to the north.  Why do people move to the country and drag their STREET LIGHTS along with them?  Stay in the city if you want city surroundings.  It's as bad as people moving from DC to Winchester for the country living.  That's what they say, but they forget to count the cost--living in the country means you don't have all the comforts of city-home living like your favorite store/shop right around the corner.  So they petition for those businesses to move into the area and, voila, metropolitan enlargement.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;  As hot as it has been during the day, we even had a relatively cool night for star-watching.  Motion lights on the corner of the house I can understant, but not the continual lighting from country street lights.  What an oxymoron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-4432085086638047013?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/4432085086638047013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=4432085086638047013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/4432085086638047013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/4432085086638047013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-thought-i-lived-in-country.html' title='I Thought I Lived in the Country'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-1976178636734388345</id><published>2007-08-12T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T17:17:08.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Down, Two to Go</title><content type='html'>Rather surprising that two weeks have passed since Chris left for training.  I'm doing fine, except for missing him.  Not the kind of crying-ones-heart-out missing, but just feeling like the rest of you is not there.  Of course, I can't wait to see him.  He's doing very well--getting into shape, something I hope he keeps up with once he gets back.  We've both been too inactive, and it's showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a song a little while ago that I haven't heard in a very long time, and I thought I would post it for encouragement to anyone who needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no scar, no pain He won't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those broken dreams you've carried this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need his touch to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What brought you here to this time, to the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where your own strength has found its end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the load that you bear is too heavy to carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come bring it all to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the souls that know surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is gracious to hold us so tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands&lt;br /&gt;There is no scar, no pain He won't understand&lt;br /&gt;Those broken dreams you've carried this far&lt;br /&gt;Need his touch to mend&lt;br /&gt;Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-1976178636734388345?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/1976178636734388345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=1976178636734388345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1976178636734388345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1976178636734388345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two Down, Two to Go'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-2543515294340789425</id><published>2007-08-02T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:38:57.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>The grass is mowed, the dishes are washed, and almost of all of the laundry is done.  After two days of not feeling like doing anything, I had had enough, and asked God to give me some life so I could get up and get going.  He did, and I have.  Grocery shopping was an odd feeling today, as most of what I normally look through and look at was unnecessary for just me.  Not even a year, yet, and there are plenty of habits and routines already established.  We think old married couples are in a rut.  It really isn't a rut but a routine with which both parties are comfortable and doesn't need to be changed.  A rut was what I was getting into--ever heard the saying that a rut is nothing more than a grave with both ends knocked out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-2543515294340789425?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/2543515294340789425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=2543515294340789425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2543515294340789425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2543515294340789425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-6135840319836873142</id><published>2007-07-30T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:01:44.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting is Such....Sorrow</title><content type='html'>Being able to say goodbye has never been a strength of mine.  I don't suppose it is for anyone, at least when those to whom you are saying it are close to your heart.  Tonight I am thankful for an all-seeing, omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent God who has both Chris and I engraven in his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-6135840319836873142?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/6135840319836873142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=6135840319836873142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6135840319836873142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6135840319836873142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/07/parting-is-suchsorrow.html' title='Parting is Such....Sorrow'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-7505430778267284357</id><published>2007-06-16T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:26:12.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only two jars, but...</title><content type='html'>The plants in my garden have, for the most part, been growing heartily. (The beets sort of didn't happen, and I replanted them this week.) Anyway, the only things I have really been able to pick are squash, cucumbers, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jalepenos&lt;/span&gt;, and the only things we've really done anything with are the first two. I planted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jalepenos&lt;/span&gt; for my dearly beloved, but he won't eat them unless he's in the mood to eat them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; I accumulated quite a few of them and decided today that I needed to do some canning. I haven't canned anything since I was living at home, and then that was only as a helper to mom. Well, I have two nice little pint jars of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jalepenos&lt;/span&gt; now, and I'm feeling rather proud of myself :) What we'll use them for in the future I don't know, but we have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's co-workers think I'm Betty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Crocker&lt;/span&gt; or something out of the pioneer days because I cook dinner every night.  He likes to take leftovers and make everyone drool from the aromas.  It really isn't anything special--I am not chef material like my dear friend in IL, and I make my bread in a bread machine.  We are such a busy, driven people that for someone to take the time to be in the kitchen like I do just astounds people.  Besides trying to be a good steward of our money, I feel like I am serving my husband and God as God would have me serve.  I enjoy the time in the evening when we sit down to dinner, and we rehearse our days (many times he has much more to say than I do).  No matter what job I have had, I have tried to fulfill the duties to the best of my ability.  I have finally attained the position for which I have always longed, and I am happy to fulfill those duties in the same manner.  Chris never fails to compliment me, but how much better can you get than to have your husband think so much of you that he likes to compliment you to his co-workers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-7505430778267284357?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/7505430778267284357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=7505430778267284357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7505430778267284357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7505430778267284357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-two-jars-but.html' title='Only two jars, but...'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-3238263444590321263</id><published>2007-06-15T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:58:58.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Anniversary Trip</title><content type='html'>As posted before, Chris and I are facing a deployment for him in September.  If this is the case, and God does not see fit to keep him home, we will spend our first anniversary many, many miles apart.  Soooooo, we are preparing to take a two-week vacation to California to sight-see the west!  I have been quite a few times, but he has never made it passed Oklahoma.  Well, he has, but he totally skipped the west when he flew to Hawaii.  Anyway.....camping is a joy of his, and I have wanted to go camping for some time, so we plan to tent the whole way.  What a way to enjoy all of the national parks along the way!  We are actually headed to CA for a church youth camp where we plan to help the administration--no, not as counsellors, but in most any other way we can (kitchen, grounds, security).  We're both looking forward to it all, and since technology is what it is now, I hope to post pics all along the way: Grand Canyon, Death Valley, Yosemite, Hoover Dam, southern Utah, and whatever else we find.  I'll be looking for a ghost town or two, and I think Chris will just be looking at it all :)  I love the east coast and don't deny that I miss Virginia, but the west is in my blood (thanks to my mother).  The mountains and the vastness and the ruggedness and even the barrenness has a beauty all it's own.  Yes, I'm excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-3238263444590321263?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/3238263444590321263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=3238263444590321263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/3238263444590321263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/3238263444590321263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/06/early-anniversary-trip.html' title='Early Anniversary Trip'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-2918236398054809024</id><published>2007-06-14T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:18:04.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGflzrw_9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/sanqOA7Zi7s/s1600-h/100_0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076013726901010386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGflzrw_9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/sanqOA7Zi7s/s200/100_0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have intended to put up pics of the house, so I'll get one put up for now &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(left)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGo6Trw_-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2Xt1sYiiywg/s1600-h/100_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076023974692978658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGo6Trw_-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2Xt1sYiiywg/s200/100_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the far side of the yard &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(right)&lt;/span&gt; a good-sized pine tree has been dying, which we found out this past winter when trying to clean up the scrubby mess of vines and plants. Chris pulled away a thick vine and quite a lot of the base of the tree came with it --rotted. A couple weeks ago I decided to call the power company to see if they would cut it down, as it was right beside the power lines. They did, last week, and we have been cleaning up the remains. Poison Ivy!! We got good (?!) cases, and Chris actually had to go see the doc for some medicine. It is drying up, though there are occasional fits of itching. It was worth it, though, to have the tree gone. It really opened up the yard. The neighbor's son was doing some work in that yard and offered to use the trackhoe to dig up the stump. The thing turned out to be bigger and the root deeper than any of us thought. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076007975939801010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGaXDrw_7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZFosKrUGhEk/s200/100_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076009857135476674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGcEjrw_8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/yZhOzEJBfcg/s200/100_0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now to just get rid of the trunk pieces (we burned the pile of brush).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-2918236398054809024?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/2918236398054809024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=2918236398054809024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2918236398054809024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2918236398054809024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/06/yark-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RnGflzrw_9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/sanqOA7Zi7s/s72-c/100_0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491920715648529390.post-5350583878498075965</id><published>2007-06-03T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:47:57.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down, Two to Go</title><content type='html'>In preparation for his upcoming deployment in September, Chris was to attend a two-week training in Va, starting today, and a four-week training in August. He received a call this past Friday morning stating that the Va training had been completely cancelled. We feel that the Lord has answered our prayers, and if it takes praying each of them cancelled, one at a time, then so be it. God moves in mysterious ways sometimes, and if he wants to do things one at a time, then we can use the practice praying and exercising our faith if nothing else! Our summer started out with him being gone for its entirety, and now we have been given back two months. Thank you, Heavenly Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-5350583878498075965?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/5350583878498075965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=5350583878498075965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/5350583878498075965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/5350583878498075965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-down-two-to-go.html' title='One Down, Two to Go'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-6824486006272197362</id><published>2007-05-19T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:55:25.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, It Has Happened</title><content type='html'>Much sooner than we expected, Chris received the call to go.  We are facing a deployment for him this summer for a period of time that will keep him away for our first anniversary and all of the holiday season.  We are asking God to move and keep Chris home, and asking everyone to join us in this prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-6824486006272197362?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/6824486006272197362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=6824486006272197362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6824486006272197362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6824486006272197362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-it-has-happened.html' title='Well, It Has Happened'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-6808624100403943785</id><published>2007-04-11T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:50:45.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Say So Much</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we had some pictures taken on Sunday for Easter. Now I already know there is more to me now than when Chris married me, and I've been complaining about it a lot lately. Like a good husband, Chris refuses to say anything other than "You're not fat" every time I say I am. Well, after seeing our pics on Sunday, I had enough. Chris has done some personal training--setting up exercise routines and such for people. This week he started working out more than just his PT day, and I told him I wanted him to set up something for me. So as of this evening after he came home from work, I am now on an exercise routine that I am to do at least 3 days a week. I think having someone to which I am now accountable will help me stay on track. I sure don't have a desire to go back to work, but it did keep me just active enough to prevent too much weight gain. Instead of the freshman 40, I have picked up the newlywed 20. Thank goodness spring is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-6808624100403943785?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/6808624100403943785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=6808624100403943785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6808624100403943785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6808624100403943785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-tell-so-much.html' title='Pictures Say So Much'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-6615612687768128204</id><published>2007-04-10T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:57:59.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RhwV5b2VEUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrCRjKhCXuc/s1600-h/100_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051936958475211074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RhwV5b2VEUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrCRjKhCXuc/s320/100_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are, our first Easter together. We had a beautiful morning (this pic was in the evening) and a glorious Easter service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-6615612687768128204?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/6615612687768128204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=6615612687768128204' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6615612687768128204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6615612687768128204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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/_rJpE-AVQfTQ/RhwV5b2VEUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NrCRjKhCXuc/s72-c/100_0219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5491920715648529390.post-1006501996996907603</id><published>2007-04-02T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:08:09.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness Exam</title><content type='html'>Want to know how to determine if you are out of shape or not? Try leading the children's booster band on a Sunday morning. I think I did the eqivalent of 3 sets of squats yesterday. Oh my legs............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-1006501996996907603?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/1006501996996907603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=1006501996996907603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1006501996996907603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/1006501996996907603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/04/fitness-exam.html' title='Fitness Exam'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-7716944673839913184</id><published>2007-04-02T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:02:32.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Quiet</title><content type='html'>From spending my first night away from my husband to my brother and sister-in-law leaving yesterday, it has been an eventful and full week. Actually, it began a week ago Friday, when I spent the night in Covington, La., in order to do a conference for the former workplace. We had both been looking forward to this opportunity to get away from home, even if just for overnight. At the last minute he couldn’t go due to his position with the Base Honor Guard, of which the primary function is funeral participation. Needless to say neither of us slept particularly well that night. Once you become half of a whole everything seems lopsided and off-balance when the other half isn’t present. It was fun for me, though, to once again immerse myself in the world of homeschooling, and the buzz of conference season. I do not miss the five-day-a-week work schedule, but working on a contractual basis has some appeal for me. Working so many years forms a well-worn groove in one’s life, I suppose. The most exciting part of the weekend was bringing my nephews home for a visit. I was amazed at how I was able to just fall into caring for them as if I had all the practice in the world. It was an action-packed week, and when it was time for them to go home yesterday, none of us was ready for them to leave. I guess that was best. Had they stayed another week, I might have been ready to take them all the way home myself, and this way everyone left the experience ready to do it again!! Two little people with such different personalities. Oh how I see myself in my oldest nephew. I told my brother that I was sorry he got my child! He asked me if I saw myself in him, and I told him I had since he was a baby. His wife thinks she sees the attitude parts of herself, and I won’t argue since I didn’t know her then, but I felt a very strong déjà vu all week. The younger one is such a ham. The older one wants to know everything—always thinking—and is somewhat reserved. The younger one just experiences everything, and everything he says is said with a cheeky grin, including his smart-offs. Try correcting a child when he does that!! What a constant whirl, from keeping them fed to putting them to bed. It would be nice to live on the same street so they can come and go as they please, and of course it would be great to live so close to family. The house and yard are now too quiet, and I know I’ll get a lot of cute remarks about wanting to have my own now, but that really isn’t so. My nephews are 6 and 4, and children don’t start at that age. My brother and sis-in-law have also done a great job of raising their boys—again, they don’t start out that way. I’m leaving children in God’s hands, as it is no small or short-lived task to undertake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-7716944673839913184?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/7716944673839913184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=7716944673839913184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7716944673839913184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/7716944673839913184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-quiet.html' title='Too Quiet'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-6263252931096177293</id><published>2007-03-16T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:40:09.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutant rice for every ailment</title><content type='html'>Why do I suddenly feel cannabalistic or mutant when I think about eating rice for dinner? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from NewsTarget.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NewsTarget) For the first time, the USDA has given preliminary approval for large-scale planting of a genetically engineered food crop containing human genes. The rice grains, produced by California-based Ventria Bioscience, synthesize a human immune protein. The public comment period for this decision lasts until March 30, after which the decision will be finalized. . .• The USDA has tentatively approved a petition by Ventria to plant up to 3,200 acres of the modified rice in Geary County, Kan. If the approval stands, Ventria will begin by planting 450 acres this spring.• Previously, Ventria had sought to grow the rice in Missouri, but the plan was abandoned when Anheuser-Busch Companies Inc. threatened to boycott all rice from the state. Anheuser-Busch, a beer maker, is the country's foremost buyer of rice.• Anheuser-Busch had the same concern as many critics of genetically engineered plants, which is that genes from engineered varieties may spread to and "genetically pollute" non-engineered or even wild relatives of the plants.• Critics of the USDA's decision have expressed concern that genetic pollution in this case could cause potentially dangerous pharmacological proteins to contaminate the food supply. The same day that the USDA gave the new rice the green light, it announced that rice seed in Arkansas had become contaminated by a different genetically engineered strain not approved for consumption. This was discovered while investigating the widespread contamination of rice in the U.S. with yet another genetically modified strain.• According to Ventria, the genetically engineered rice could allow the cheap production of immune proteins that have been shown to help children recover faster from severe diarrhea. It is seeking FDA approval to add the protein to foods such as yogurt and granola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sickening thought.  The USDA is &lt;a href="http://www.regulations.gov/"&gt;accepting public comment &lt;/a&gt;until March 30 on docket APHIS-2007-0006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-6263252931096177293?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/6263252931096177293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=6263252931096177293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6263252931096177293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/6263252931096177293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/03/mutant-rice-for-every-ailment.html' title='Mutant rice for every ailment'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-2987016414620774137</id><published>2007-02-08T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:11:40.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Live is Christ. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In loving memory of my uncle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elden Ray Mayo, Sr. (USMC Ret.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; that ". . .to die is gain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 24, 1937 - February 7, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your smile and greeting hug with "Hey, gal!" will be missed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I look for the day when you will once again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;greet me and together we will worship our Lord, forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5491920715648529390-2987016414620774137?l=bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/feeds/2987016414620774137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5491920715648529390&amp;postID=2987016414620774137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2987016414620774137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5491920715648529390/posts/default/2987016414620774137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloomwheregodplants.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-live-is-christ.html' title='To Live is Christ. . .'/><author><name>Avril</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02001726542401581682</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-5491920715648529390.post-4364014384164426086</id><published>2007-02-07T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:13:13.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Health</title><content type='html'>I have just come in from refilling the birdseed in the feeder, as well as recently finishing my breakfast. "Breakfast?!?" I hear almost in chorus. Yes, I got up after 10 this morning. Today is the first day in 6 I have woken and felt well. I contracted some sort of bronchial irritation, though I can't give it a name since I haven't been to the doc. I actually feel today like I will be able to remain in an upright position for extended periods of time. Most of the weekend and the first two days of this week have been spent sleeping, hence the title of this post. We have all heard someone say that your health is worth so much more than your wealth. All of your money cannot buy good health. Yes, I know there are so many things we can do to keep ourselves healthy, and I say spend the money to do so. But we should never, ever think that we can abuse our bodies in younger years by working long hours for Mammon, and then fix ourselves when we are older with the Mammon we have accumulated. Our bodies are surely the temples of the Lord, and He would have us remember that in all ways. If we are to serve God with our all of our mind, soul, strength, and body, we can only do that by taking care of what He has given us. As a single girl living on her own far away from Mommy and Daddy, one of the richest blessings that I ever had from God was my health. I missed work for very few sick days, and when you are your own support, that means a great deal. God didn't just provide money for me to live, but He provided the ability to earn that money. 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