<?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-2253204805777810065</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:13:58.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my great adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>"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.  Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.  You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. "I will be found by you, declares the Lord, "and will bring you back from captivity."
                  Jeremiah 29:11-13</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-4323834595548511670</id><published>2009-06-26T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:12:07.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I STAY UP ALL NIGHT WILL THE MORNING COME FASTER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>* tomorrow we are going on a very exciting trip.  we are taking the girls to disney world.  i am so excited.  we have never gone on a big vacation like this before as a family. david and i have been married for 20 years and this will be the third big trip that we have been on.  i really don't know who is more excited!!!! the girls are so excited.  i really don't know if i will be able to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we are going to be there for 8 days.  we are staying inside the park.  we are also going to hit every park and do everything.  we really love water parks so we are gong to do both of those.  might make it easier to handle the heat and the humidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i am most excited about seeing disney world through my daughter's eyes.   experiencing the rides with them and all of the shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i am so excited that david is going to get to go with us!!!!!  for a while there he was not going to be able to go.  but praise God, he is getting to go.    i want so many wonderful memeories to come out of this trip for the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i will be sure to take lots of pictures and post them.  here and on my face book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i took the kids from our church to camp this past week.  what a blast we had.  we went to dry gulch in ok.  it was awesome. this was bekahs first time to go.  she absolutely loved it.  hannah loved it as well, however, it was her 4th time to go to church camp.   we are beginning to make a real home here.  we are starting to build relationships with  a few of the people from our church and our neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* life is beginning to make sence around here.  there are still places in my heart that are hollow.  but now they don't ache as much.  learning to live with out your family and friends is a challenge, but God is faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my girls really love the church we are going to and are beginning to feel at home there. there is even a new colleen there and boy has bekah attached herself to her.  Her name is Kavery.  she is a doll.  we are starting a building program.  God is doing amazing things in our little church.  i have a feeling it won't be little for long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  i am anxious about next year.  this was such a rough year.  but alas, i will not think about that today. plus next year will be much better.  there i am speaking it into existence.  our pastor is always telling us to speak life into our live.  choose life.  choose the positive.  so i am working on that.  calling things as though they were.  isn't that the very basis of faith.  and without faith it is impossible to please God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* anyway, enough preaching.   sorry i was interupted by the urge to check on the cleanliness of the upstairs loft. THAT WAS A MISTAKE.  SO THE GIRLS ARE CLEANING IT UP AS I SPEAK.  why did i feel the need to go check up there. oh yea!!! i was going to kiss the girls good night.   well good move as a mom, not good move for someone who wants their house to be picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* how can i have two such wonderful girls, sweet, kind, smart, gorgeous, and live like such pigs.  honestly if  i could get them to pick up after themselves!!!! oh the joy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* well i am ready to be done typing, so ttfn.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4323834595548511670?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4323834595548511670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4323834595548511670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4323834595548511670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4323834595548511670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-stay-up-all-night-will-morning.html' title='IF I STAY UP ALL NIGHT WILL THE MORNING COME FASTER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7470935030520467627</id><published>2009-05-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:52:32.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR MORE DAYS........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE FOUR MORE DAYS AND SCHOOL IS OUT!!!  NOW I KNOW MOST OF YOU GOT OUT THIS WEEK, BUT SOME OF US ARE NOT SO LUCKY.  However, I am so ready for school to be out.  I tell ya, God has twisted me, stretched me, bent me, turned me, more this year than He has in a long time.  And I am totally exhausted!!! I have nothing left to give.  I am empty and ready to sit and do absolutely nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has been the most challenging year that I have had in a long time.  It has not only been challenging at school, but in every other area of my life.  And I am tired. I hope this summer is as refreshing as I need it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to read, sit by the pool, sleep late, sit by the pool, read, watch movies, play with my girls and maybe get to go on vacation like we had planned.  We have already had to move it once because of David's job.  Hopefully, we won't have to move it again or skip it completely.  That is all I will say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it is not a happier post......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7470935030520467627?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7470935030520467627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7470935030520467627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7470935030520467627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7470935030520467627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/four-more-days.html' title='FOUR MORE DAYS........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-8006586523253315248</id><published>2009-05-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:14:10.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a hurtful situation.................</title><content type='html'>i am just hurt.  i know i am not perfect in relationships, but today i was hurt.  i know we have never been close, but i thought there was a possibility of a change.  but i guess not.  i am just hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8006586523253315248?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8006586523253315248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=8006586523253315248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8006586523253315248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8006586523253315248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/hurtful-situation.html' title='a hurtful situation.................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-9056677367766275881</id><published>2009-04-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:21:10.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty years and a flight with the president and life in the burbs..................</title><content type='html'>*  i know it has been a while since i have blogged.  i now have a new hobby.  i have a face book page.  it is fun.  i love to do all of the quizzes.  i also love to send all the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* well let me get to the juicy stuff.  well david and i  celebrated our twenty year anniversary on wed.  i can't believe it has been twenty years.  david sent me 22 roses. 20 for the number of years that we have been married.  2 for our girls. we went to  celebrate at rockfish.  we love that place.  i had a grilled shrimp salad and david had fish enchilladas.  they sound gross, but they are so delicious.   i could write pages and pages of wonderful things about the wonderful man that i married, but i simply just want to say i love you.  i and proud and honored to be your wife.  i am so proud of you.  you are achieving your dreams.  we are so blessed to have our girls.  i am speachless!!!  God you have been so wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* now let me get to the best part. DAVID GOT TO FLY THE PRESIDENT (GEORGE BUSH) AROUND ON THURSDAY.  IS THAT COOL OR WHAT.  HE WAS SO DELIGHTED.  LAURA ALSO WENT.  he got home late thursday, so i haven't really get to talk to him about it.  talk about the favor of God.  he said that President Bush walk all around the other side of the plane just to shake his hand.  david was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* our taks tests are this week.  i am so ready to have them over.  my last day of tutoring is tomorrow.  i am so glad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  hannah had a vb game saturday.  she served five over handed serves in a row.  and they could not even pick them up.  they are playing so well together as a team.  it was so fun watching them play.  she takes her taks test (science) thursday.   she is beginning to get a little nervous about middle school next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* bekah is growing tall and doing great in school.  i get glances of my sister lisa when she was a child, when i look at bekah.  it sometimes takes me aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i am still walking and loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-9056677367766275881?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9056677367766275881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=9056677367766275881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/9056677367766275881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/9056677367766275881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/twenty-years-and-flight-with-president.html' title='twenty years and a flight with the president and life in the burbs..................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-8572184154611910017</id><published>2009-04-09T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:22:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just chuggin along...................</title><content type='html'>well i don't know much, i just thought i would write down somethings that are happening in our lives right now.  hannah took her reading and her math taks test already.  she passed the reading, however, not as good as she wanted to and was very upset with herself.  the night before the math test she slipped off to bed at 7:30. which is very weird, but i think she wanted to get plenty of rest for the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she did well. well i guess that was stupid to say.  of course i hope she did well. but i get nervous for her in every area of life.  i guess that is part of being a mom.  i rememeber when i taught her.  it was easy teaching her, but do you know what was the hard part? the social aspect of teaching your daughter.  wanting your daughter to be part of the "in " crowd, even when you know she won't be.   but also glad that she isn't. you know what i mean.  but watching the dynamics of that situation was at times difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, however, very glad that i moved her to my school.  that was one of the best descisions i ever made.  i love having the girls at my school.  it is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bekah is just trecking along.  she is doing well in school. she is going to start playing volleyball next fall.  i am excited about that.  i can't wait to see her play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david is in augusta georgia watching the masters golf tournament. he will come home tomorrow and will get to have most of the weekend home.  i am soooooooooooooo excited about that.  the girls are too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church is going well and relationships are just barely beginning to form.  the ladies that i am working with on wednesday nights and i are very slowly beginning to visit with each other.  that is nice.  it is nice to visit with other women.  one of the ladies that i feel escpecially feel drawn to a lady named christy.  hehehe i am like a little school girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH DID I TELL YOU THAT I AM ABOUT TO CELEBRATE MY 20TH ANNIVERSARY IN TWO WEEKS.  IS THAT EXCITING OR WHAT?  WHO KNEW?  AND THEY SAID IT WOULDN'T LAST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has 8 weeks left. yea!!!!! i feel like i am beginning to float on air.  i am so ready to have this first year behind me.  this summer i am going to take the kids to church camp.  right now we have 18 signed up.  we are going to dry gulch oklahoma.  yeee haw.  how fun.  we are also going to disney world.  we are so excited. we have not been a big trip in 15 years.  we are going to have so much fun.  this will be the first time the girls have flown on a big airplane.  they have flown with their dad, but never on a big plane .  they are so excited as well.  i thingk david and i are just as excited as the girls are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that about covers it.  happy easter.  i certainly will miss the easter egg hunt at church on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8572184154611910017?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8572184154611910017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=8572184154611910017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8572184154611910017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8572184154611910017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-chuggin-along.html' title='just chuggin along...................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5908940493652122191</id><published>2009-04-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:10:10.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a God Thing...............................</title><content type='html'>as you all know we had a hard time finding a church.  but finally, God so richly blessed us with finding an awesome church.  we have been going to faith fellowship for sometime now.  maybe about two months.  one of the reasons that we started visiting, is because they have a wed. night service for adults.  so many of the churches up here do not have a wed. night service for adult or kids, just teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, so we started going. they really did not have anything for the kids, but it was about the only day of the week that david could go so we went. there were about two other kids and my two girls  and they would just put on a christian movie, while the adults had their bible study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night me and the other ladies decided we had to start something on wed. for the kids.  so one of the moms that stays home, decided she wanted to run it, and i told her i would help, but did not want to run it.  we start by serving the kids supper (usually pizza) and then we go into one of the classrooms and have praise and worship and then the lesson and an art activity.  there were about three ladies that help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first wed. night we had 14 kids.  wow!!! how awesome is God.  then the next wed. night we had 21 kids.  tonight we had 23 kids!!!!!!   and that was just the kids in our room.  not including the babies and toddles.   but here is the really awesome thing.  when we first started going to church there, there might have been 30 people in the whole building, including the teens.  tonight, toni ( our pastor's wife)  counted and we had 97 people in the church!!!!!!!   IS THAT AMAZING OR WHAT?  AND IT ALL STARTED WITH THE CHILDREN.  GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD.  THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO BE A PART OF SOMETHING SO SIGNIFICANT.  I AM SO INCREDIBLY BLESSED.  THANK YOU FOR ALL THE DEDICATED WOMEN THAT I GET TO WORK WITH.  IT IS RESTORING MY SOUL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO BLESSED.  GOD LET IT CONTINUE TO GROW AND HONOR YOU!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A GOD THING.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5908940493652122191?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5908940493652122191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5908940493652122191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5908940493652122191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5908940493652122191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-god-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a God Thing...............................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1907883827736746226</id><published>2009-03-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:48:14.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET ANGEL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU........</title><content type='html'>i can't believe that my sweet baby girl is eleven.  where did the time go?  i only blinked once, i promise.  it is funny, my dad used to say the older you get the faster time goes.  i know that, but now it seems that i am at an age where i actually feel the time whizzing by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can remember everything about this precious baby's wonderful journey into the world.  i am thankful for all the memories.  but most of all i am thankful to be her mother.  what a blessing you are to me hannah.  you are growing up into a beautiful, smart, sweet , kind, loving, adorable, strong in your faith young lady.  and it delights me that i have the priveledge of knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember those ten dark years with out you.  how sad i was. i missed you before you were even born.  i knew you would be great.  i knew you would be precious. that is why my heart ached for you so.  i remember holding you, never wanting to put you down.  i remember when you were little like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so proud of you.  the young woman that you are becoming. i remember after first finding out that i was pregnant with you.  i had just come home from school in little elem.  and the phone rang.  the nurse on the other end of the phone asked is this kim poynor? i said yes.  she then asked if i was sitting down.  i said no i am too excited, and she said it is positive you are pregnant.  she told me to continue the shots of progesterone, for  the next 13 weeks.  i was floating on air.   david was standing right there, with the biggest grin on his face.  but i think he already knew.  i told the nurse thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the rest of the night calling people to let them know our wonderful news.  there are no words to express how excited we were.  the first person we called was lisa.  everyone was so excited.  then of course we went out to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also remember when you were born.  i was going in for my once a month check up after school.  i was 36 weeks.  when i got there the doc. said my blood pressure was high.  he checked it several times and then told me that they had better induce. i asked if i could call my mom.  so they checked me in and induced me.  it didn't hurt.  but boy did i release alot of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, around 8:50 they came in to check me and there was blood on the sheets.  and our heart rate was falling.  so they did an emergency c-section.  you were born at 9:09 on a wednesday morning.  so many people came up to see you.  jj, robi, meems and pawpaw, lisa, jan, steve, neenee and papa, terry and susan, with morgan and racheal,amy and wayned and sarah and the bubba's, and so many people from the church we were attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all just sat around and visited and took turns holding you.  so thankful for the blessing that God had bestowed on us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby girl, forever and always.  may God's richest blessing follow you all the days of your life. great things....   great things are in store for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1907883827736746226?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1907883827736746226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1907883827736746226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1907883827736746226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1907883827736746226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET ANGEL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7449553201859007292</id><published>2009-03-16T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:45:51.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful trip...........</title><content type='html'>* i had such a wonderful trip home.  we got home about 6:50 p.m. friday night.  we were greeted at one of my favorite restaurants in san angelo.  terry, dana, meems, lisa, ro-ro were there to give us wonderful hugs.  it wa so good to see everyone.  we just sat and ate and visisted for about two hours.  then we went to lisa's house and sat up until 11.  that was good for us.  sometimes we can't quiet make it to that time.  but we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* on saturday, we got up and ate breakfast.  we had so much fun.  then it was off tosassy fox.  they carry brighton jewlry. lisa wanted to get the matching necklace for the bracelet and earrings i had gotten her for her birthday.  we went there and then to eggemeyers and then to merle norman.  we finally found what she was looking for at merle norman.  they have a pretty good selection of brighton there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after that we decided to have lunch at lisa's favorite restuarant, mcallisters.  then we were off to the mall.  i had given the girls some money and lisa wanted to go to bealls.  we left the mall about 5:30 and went home for about thirty minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we got to zuccinis, h's favorit restaurant, at about 6:15.  there were alot of people there.  she had a nice birthday.  after supper, we all went to lisa's house to visit.  everybody was there.  it was so nice.  we just sat and visited.  till about 11:00.  we had so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the next day, we went to church.  THAT WAS FANTASTIC.  we just hugged on everybody, and they hugged on us.  what a wonderful time was spents loving on old friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  after church, i got to spend a glorious two hours with rdub.  oh how i miss our time together.  but we had a very successful time shopping.   we only had to go to one store.  don't you just  love that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  we picked out so many outfits.  wow!!!! did she look hot!!!!!  you go rdub.  but the best part was just being with my dear sweet friend like old times.   i love u baby girl.  what a blessing you are to me.  can't wait til our next date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  after a wonderful time shopping,  lisa and ro-ro, fixed me and the girls and the fam. a PHENOMINAL STEAK DINNER.  IT WAS OFF THE HOOK.  RO-RO YOU ROCK.  the steaks were so tender and juicy.  it was better than at a steak house.  we just enjoyed each others company until 9:30.  everyone had to leave to get ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* today, i met lisa for lunch with the girls.  lisa took a long lunch so we could eat together one more time.  i then left the girls with pops and nene.  they are going to watch the girls until sat. while i go see my other dear friend.  i am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  what a blessed weekend i had.  God you are so good!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7449553201859007292?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7449553201859007292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7449553201859007292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7449553201859007292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7449553201859007292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-wonderful-trip.html' title='what a wonderful trip...........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5177997564716759874</id><published>2009-03-10T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:46:13.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can  you hear the sound of spring break?????</title><content type='html'>i can hear it all through the land.  can you?  i hear the sound of happy teachers everywhere.  their smile is a little brighter, their step a little peppier, their laughter a little louder.  the sky looks a little better, all smells, smell a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so ready for spring break, for so many reasons.  i am going home.  i am going to see family that i haven't seen in a little over two months.   yea!!!!!! we are going to have hannah's bday with family. I AM SO READY TO JUST SIT AND VISIT WITH MY FAMILY.  no rushing, no hurrying, just visiting.  I MISS MY FAMILY SOOOOO MUCH.  I MISS JUST BEING ABLE TO CALL THEM UP AND GO AND DO SOMETHING.  THAT IS PROBABLY THE HARDEST THING ABOUT BEING UP HERE.  Gosh!!!! I miss my sisters.   and i am going to see my very special friend that has moved toooooo far away from me.  i am sure we will have a few pj days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited.  i can't wait to see my sisters.  i can't wait to see my mom.  i can't wait to see many other friends, that i haven't seen in a long time.    i have not been on a plane in such a long time.  i am a little nervous about finding my gate.  i have never done that by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a difficult year.  so i am ready for any break i can get.  however, i am beginning to enjoy living up here.  david let me pick out my 20th anniversary present early.  i went into the stonebriar mall and went into the coach store.  he let me buy a spring coach purse right from the store, not an outlet store.  ITIS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!!!!!!   IT LOOKS JUST LIKE ME!!!!!  IT HAS MY PERSONALITY ALL OVER IT.  it is peachy, pink.  It is so pretty.  now i know that i should not be so happy and excited about a purse, but i am.  it has the new kind of c's on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't wait.  the week can't go by fast enough.  i won a free 45 minute break from my class at our school Christmas party.  i saved it for a special day. so friday i am going to get to leave school at 2:15 to start heading home.   yea!!!!!  i am so ready, did i already say that a few times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are giving our first math practice taks test this thursday. i am not ready for the results.  ihave worked so hard this year.  but i don't think my scores are going to show that in april when we take the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ttfn............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5177997564716759874?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5177997564716759874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5177997564716759874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5177997564716759874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5177997564716759874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-hear-sound-of-spring-break.html' title='can  you hear the sound of spring break?????'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-4958775439431557459</id><published>2009-02-26T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:53:05.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE JUST MAKES SO PROUD...........................</title><content type='html'>I AM JUST SO PROUD OF DAVID.  HE IS NOW TYPE RATED IN A CITATION.  THAT TICKET IS WORTH ABOUT $12,000.  He did  so great.  He was so relieved when his testing was over.  He was in school for about 6 days.  On Saturday when he finished school for that day, he came home at 6 and just went to bed.  He started studying about five days before he started school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took his check ride Wednesday.  He was so excited and relieved when he finished the test.  Of course we went to celebrate with a dinner at our new favorite restaurant, La Hacinda Ranch.  The best fajitas in the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  We also had, of course, queso. We love queso. It is just the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had that accomplished, exhausted look on his face at the end of the day.  But we still went to church.  We are beginning a series on Revelation.  Our pastor wants us to read it with out all of the denominational ties that we normally bring to reading the scriptures.  He just wants us to get out of it what the Holy Spirit  wants us to learn.  I think that is pretty cool.  Normally, on Wednesday nights we read a scripture and then discuss it.  I love that.  We move the chairs around in the sanctuary and sit in a circle, and openly discuss what we have just read.  There are so many mature Christians in the group.  I sometimes feel a little daunted.  So there are many times I do not say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night we are having a sock hop at school.  We are also having a catered meal from Olive Garden.  I bought the girls poodle skirts.  I will post pictures.  They are going to look so adorable.  It will be fun.  I am helping out with the silent auction.  I have to say one thing for our school, they do alot of really cool events.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember last year, when I was interviewing for jobs, they were getting ready for this event.  Can you believe that we have been up here for 8 months.  Where has the time gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ttfn..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4958775439431557459?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4958775439431557459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4958775439431557459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4958775439431557459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4958775439431557459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-just-makes-so-proud.html' title='HE JUST MAKES SO PROUD...........................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5638516778295024460</id><published>2009-02-17T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:22:37.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COULD SOMEONE, PLEASE, COME TAKE ALLLLL THE CHOCOLATE OUT OF THE HOUSE??????!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>that's all i have to say about that.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5638516778295024460?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5638516778295024460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5638516778295024460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5638516778295024460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5638516778295024460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/could-someone-please-come-take-alllll.html' title='COULD SOMEONE, PLEASE, COME TAKE ALLLLL THE CHOCOLATE OUT OF THE HOUSE??????!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5484851063988818915</id><published>2009-01-31T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:43:17.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am going to put this in writing, because if i don't  i know you won't believe it..........................</title><content type='html'>i have to put this in writing, so you will believe it.  i am now jogging.  yes, don't fall off your chair, i am jogging.  it hurts like ************, but i am doing it.  i have been, slogging, as one of my teacher friends calls it, for a month.  since we got back from christmas vacation, i have lost 12 pounds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also a member of weight watchers on line.  it is really working for me, since i never know when david is going to be home.  you may ask what lead to this insanity. well, there are many reasons.  one we are going to disney world this summer.  it is so humid there, carry an extra 40 pounds around doesn't sound appealing to me.  and i am tired of huritng when i get out of bed in the morning.  no i don't need a new bed, just a new body.  and i am just tired of being so tired all of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have a lot of extra time on my hands during the weekend, so i have taken up this activity as a hobby.  well, ok, so it is not your typical hobby, but the benefits are great.  i feel so good when i am doing it.  it's afterward that i hurt.  i have my ipod, with my favorite music, and i just go.  we don't have church on sunday nights, so i jog both sat. and sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i walked more than i jogged, but now it is almost even.  i have a track about two miles around my neighborhood.  the girls go with me on their bikes and scooters.  i think i wore bekah out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the delay, i had to take care of some personal buiness!!!  anyway, i was just wondering, have you ever been cold and just put on the most perfect pj's.  well i just did.  they are like little tiny messaging fingers all over your body.  they just feel so good and comfy.   and then you sit on the couch to type on your computer and you cover up with the most perfect blanket.  now that's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hannah and bekah are doing great.  hannah has really adjusted to the larger school.  her grades are now back up to where they really should be.  i am so proud of her.  bekah is doing great.  she is making great grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah will be playing spring volleyball.  she also signed up for her electives for middle school this week.  wow!!!!!!!!!  where had the time gone.  she is going to do pre-ap LAR language arts.  she is also going to play in the orchestra for her elective.  she wants to play the violin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fifth grade many of the districts in the state of texas, have the students lean the recorder.  well she loves it and willingly practices it everyday.  on her own.  so she decided she wants her elective to be orchestra.    i told her once she starts something, she can not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want her to get into that habit.   but she is excited and so am i.   they both had a sleep over this weekend.   i am so exited that the have made friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now going to a new church.  i just couldn't settle in at the other place.  so we are now going to faith fellowship in mckinney texas.  david got to go with me last sunday, and he loved it.  we had a church potluck dinner, and actually spread picnic blankets on the church floor and sat and ate.  we had soooooooooo much fun.  we were there until 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first sunday we were there i had more real conversations, than the whole 4 months we were at the other place.  david already had an invitation to go golfing  with some of the men.  we went on a wednesday night and they just did an open discussion bible study. there were about 20 adults there.  it was so good.  there was a man there that i could have listened to all night.  he reminded me of andy d.  so full of Godly wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a woman there, she said after our conversation, she felt like she has known me her whole life.  that  was nice.  i am ready to start building relationships again.  i feel like God had placed me in just the right place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the praise and worship was amazing. after one sunday, i actually found myself at the alter. i could have stayed there all day.    the girls love the children's church.  bekah helped with puppets the first sunday we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have family night planned once a month.  next friday we are going to watch fireproof and play games.  i am excited.  it sounds like fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have talked your ear off. and i am ready to stop typing.  i miss you all and hope you are having a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn......................&lt;br /&gt;kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5484851063988818915?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5484851063988818915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5484851063988818915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5484851063988818915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5484851063988818915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-going-to-put-this-in-writing.html' title='i am going to put this in writing, because if i don&apos;t  i know you won&apos;t believe it..........................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2759522301489200518</id><published>2009-01-24T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:49:48.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN..................</title><content type='html'>I HAVE SOME VERY EXCITING NEWS.  DAVID IS GOING TO SCHOOL TO ON FEBRUARY 20TH TO GET CAPTAIN QUALIFIED.  IS THAT AWESOME OR WHAT????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO EXCITED FOR HIM.  HE WILL GO TO SCHOOL HERE IS DALLAS FOR ONE WEEK AND THEN HE WILL BE TYPE RATED AS CAPTIAN OF THE THREE CITATIONS HIS COMPANY OWNS.  THAT IS SO COOL.  I AM SO PROUD OF HIM.  DID I SAY THAT ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO THE OWNERS OF THE COMPANY ASKED THEIR CHIEF PILOT WHEN IS DAVID GOING TO START FLYING AS CAPTAIN?  MY DAVID'S BOSS CALL THIS WEEK TO TELL HIM THAT HE WOULD BE GOING TO SCHOOL IN FEBRUARY.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...... i just wanted to share my good news with my blogging peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats sky king!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2759522301489200518?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2759522301489200518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2759522301489200518&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2759522301489200518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2759522301489200518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-captain-my-captain.html' title='OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN..................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2058665188039128979</id><published>2009-01-10T16:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:28:42.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My Latest Project......................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk7DolDK3I/AAAAAAAAANs/kyuGEn8_pFQ/s1600-h/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk7DolDK3I/AAAAAAAAANs/kyuGEn8_pFQ/s320/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824170941819762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is in the girls loft.  we went to stein mart to get the frames and then to kirklands to get the words.  when i was in kirklands, i noticed they have another red one.  i may end up getting that one and placing it on the opposite wall.  who knows.   i am sorry you can't see the words on the frames, they are wonderful. the red one sayes,  other things may change us, but we start and end with family.  the green one sayes, it is not the home i love, but the life that is lived here.  the black one sayes, it does not count the number of breathes we take, but the moments that take away our breath.  the framed black art sayes, family..... a journey to forever.  as i am looking at the framed family, i am noticing it needs to come down and over a bit. it looks a little off kilter. what do you think? let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk6CSAUPqI/AAAAAAAAANk/mTtEiqP63YU/s1600-h/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk6CSAUPqI/AAAAAAAAANk/mTtEiqP63YU/s320/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289823048190672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my new stair case wall.  i don't think the pictures do it justice!!!!  i was very proud of the work i did, picking out the shapes fo the frames and the pictures to go in them.  jw did sich an awesome job.  i highly recommend her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk5bFv7eWI/AAAAAAAAANU/fPMxJDJkwMc/s1600-h/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk5bFv7eWI/AAAAAAAAANU/fPMxJDJkwMc/s320/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289822374885816674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk5BgWBTTI/AAAAAAAAANM/cEGO5S5kiaw/s1600-h/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk5BgWBTTI/AAAAAAAAANM/cEGO5S5kiaw/s320/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289821935348305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say the more i am in this house, the more i love it.  i am incredibly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2058665188039128979?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2058665188039128979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2058665188039128979&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2058665188039128979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2058665188039128979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-my.html' title='This Is My Latest Project......................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SWk7DolDK3I/AAAAAAAAANs/kyuGEn8_pFQ/s72-c/New+House++Pictures+and+Christmas+175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-7471658440275983143</id><published>2009-01-10T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:24:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AND So Life  Goes On.......................</title><content type='html'>we had a great Christmas with mine and david's family.  one of my nieces got married and i was asked to speak.  what an honor that was!!!  i wish the best for them.  ahhh to be young and in love.  is a little different than being old and in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to visit with my best friend from high school.  that was cool, even though it was under a sad circumstance.  it was nice to sit in her childhood house where she grew up and we spent many an hour daydreaming about the men we would marry and the lives that we would have.  i bet we visited for 4 hours. just catching up with each other.  she looks just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time went by so fast on christmas break.  we got back home on thursday, by the way, happy new year.  i got a new garmen.  it took me another way back home, and believe it or not, it was about 30 minutes faster.  so that was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit when i got home, it was so nice to be back in my house, my bed, and surrounded by my belonging.  but i have to admit i sure delt with loneliness.  you see david left christmas night and did not get back until 9 sunday night before we went back to school.  i am so excited for his career, howeever, i do feel like i suffer the consequesnces.  the loneliness gets tough at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness i am experiencing isn't a sad depressing loneliness, its the hollow left in the soul type.  i am so thankful that i have my girls.  i truly do not know what i would do with out them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are still in the process of looking for a church. that is not a fun process.  this sunday we are going to a church that sister d recommended.  however i know God will be faithful and we will find a church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got home, i printed off some of the pictures that jw had taken and filled up my staircase wall with a collage of pictures.  it looks so great.  i bought frames 1/2 off at hobby lobby.  i bought ovals, large and small; and rectangles  and squares large and small.  IT LOOKS SOOOOOO GOOD.  i am rather proud of it myself.  i will post a picture soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david is off this weekend.  it is so nice to have him here.  we went out with b&amp;amp;g last night and this other couple.  boy was it good to be with other adults!!!!!!! we had so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well taks is getting closer.  so that sure is my focus now.   well i don't know much else. so ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7471658440275983143?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7471658440275983143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7471658440275983143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7471658440275983143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7471658440275983143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-life-goes-on.html' title='AND So Life  Goes On.......................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-4109457004381984973</id><published>2008-12-13T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:51:39.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it is quiet in the house as the girls are sound a sleep.  today was a good and busy day.  the girls had pratice at church for their play at church tomorrow, so i dropped them off at ten this morning and picked them up at four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to have some time to get some christmas shopping done by myself.  you know it is funny i have all these stores up here to shop in and i find myself going to the same old places.  i needed a new pair of jeans because i can only fit into two of the pair i have, so where do i end up buying the new pair, target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that funny.  however, i do love kolh's. that has become one of our favorite stores. anyway, i finished the girls stuff.  i always save the best for last. my favorite part of buying for the girls is their stockings.  i love buying things for their stockings.  it is so much fun.  i always try to put things in their that i know will delight them.   it is so delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found david this very nice casual fossil watch.  its face is very unique.  i hope he will like it.  you can't imagine the lines up here.  it is crazy.    but it is also fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have settled into a church finally.    God is so amazing, but He is forever surprizing me.  i would try to explain it, but i don't think i would do a very good job.   i am praying that God connect me to some people, when ever He is ready.   the girls really enjoy the childrens church.  we are beginning to actually have conversations beyond the nice pleasentries.  that is nice.  it is very slow building relationships here.  people are friendly, but that is about it.  they seem to always have their arms extended so as not to get close.  but maybe that is just me.  i am praying that God help me be what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so nice having david home during the week.  he typically leaves on friday and gets back on sunday.  sometimes he leaves on saturday and gets home on monday, but that doesn't happen very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are gong to have our own little family christmas on the tuesday before christmas.  we are going to have it just the four of us.  i am excited about it.  we are going to have it on tuesday and then go see a movie after the girls take a break playing with their toys.  we are also going to eat somewhere that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we will go home on wednesday for christmas.  that way david will have a night home before he has to drive back for work on friday.  but at least he will be home for christmas.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have one more week before we get out for the holidays.  i am so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to believe that i have completed half a year here.  wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house is decorated so pretty. i am really enjoying being in our new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4109457004381984973?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-5602114846993195104</id><published>2008-12-04T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:38:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Life.................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My richest blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="294" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3d1cc319fd0dc01c" 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" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-3016026492942213192</id><published>2008-11-25T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:06:49.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy Jog...</title><content type='html'>*  there is no place like home. there is no place like home. there is no place like home.  i am so excited to be home.  we came home on friday.  had our pictures made by the ever so talented, jw.  she is so talented.  i can't wait to get the pictures.  i will post some pictures later when we get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we went to our home church on Sunday, and even though our favorite pastor was not preaching, it WAS SO GOOD TO BE AT OUR CHURCH.  to hear our music, to be with my church family.  i was so blessed.  we then went to have lunch with our peeps.  THAT WAS AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* one of my peeps is leaving and i am so happy for them, but so terribly sad for me.  however, i have never just let a friendship die, and this one won't either.  even if i hae to travel to the ends of the earth for it.  friends, true friends are too hard to come by, to just let them fall by the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i have never been to that part of the country, so it will be an adventure to DRIVE TO IT. my peeps will understand the significance of that statement.    they will definitely have to help me get there.  hopefully i won't have to go through a. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  well i am so happy to be with my family. we have visited, eaten out, going to a movie.  what a great time we have had.  it has been so much fun.  we are going to have such a great time this week.  hey my hubby got a deer.  i am so happy for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  tomorrow i am going to see my friends in miles.  my great teacher friends, who i miss so much.    the girls are so excited to see their friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* turkey day is coming soon.   it will be so good.   all of the wonderful food and family.  tomorrow i am going to my sisters to cook.  we always do that.  cook the night before thanksgiving.  we have been doing that for years. i make my pecan pies and she makes her cherry-o creme pie.  she also asked us to make home made chocolate chip cookies.  i love to make those.  we have so much fun.  there is nothing like my mothers dressing.  she is such a good cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  what a blessed woman i am.  i am sitting in my mother's house eating breakfast with my family looking at my beautiful daughters and feeling so much love inside for them.  my hubby is with me and i have come to realize how precious our time together is.  we are an incredibly blessed family.  my oldest daughter is serving us.  what a sweet young lady she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  HAVE A VERY HAPPY THANKSGIVING.  oh by the way i am making my blog un-private. what is the fun of having a blog if none of the people i love and care about can't share my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3016026492942213192?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3016026492942213192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3016026492942213192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3016026492942213192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3016026492942213192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-again-home-again-jiggidy-jog.html' title='Home Again, Home Again, Jiggidy Jog...'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-3525449179969521785</id><published>2008-11-12T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:04:26.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Canopy of Love........................</title><content type='html'>Jesus reminded this weekend that HE is my covering.  He not only reminded me, He  took the time to literally show me with an amazingly beautiful  canopy of trees.  It was a magnificent display of love towards me.  The tree were so beautiful.  As i stood under the canopy of trees, God reminded me that there is nowhere that His arms do not reach.  That there is no place I can't feel His arms holding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood under these trees looking up at amazement of His love.  Looking up at the branches that stretch far and wide, I was reminded that Jesus had always been with me, will always be with me and that He is as close as the mention of His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors were spectacular.  The trees with their painted leaves beckoned me to spend time with my heavenly father out in nature.  As I sat in the stillness of the outside, the wind would create a musical with the leaves that were falling from the trees.  Just as Jesus would whisper love to me , the leaves would sing their special melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a magical time.  I so enjoyed seeing my church family.  I so enjoyed just sitting beneath the trees.  I so enjoyed sitting outside with my friends and eating lunch woth them.  What a blessed time it was.  This weekend was about rest for me.   Just sitting and resting.  I so needed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your covering Jesus.  Thank You that You see tomorrow.  Thank You for setting my feet on solid ground, even when I don't recognize it.   I am such a blessed daughter of the King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3525449179969521785?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3525449179969521785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3525449179969521785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3525449179969521785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3525449179969521785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-covering.html' title='A Canopy of Love........................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2663916416843152606</id><published>2008-10-26T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:50:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun is coming up over the horizon.........</title><content type='html'>well it has been a difficult adjustment, but i feel like i am beginning to see the sun over the horizon.  week is getting better. not only has this been a test of endurance, but a lesson in computer skills.  i have gain more computer skills in the three months that i have been at this school, but more than i have ever had in 42 years of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so focused on helping my girls adjust, that i TOTALLY   underestimated the change for me.  i never thought for a second, that a different school was require such change.  i have felt all of the feelings of loneliness, left out in the desert, elation, fear, dred, and so many other emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew there would be a difference between city kids and country kids, but i never dreamed such a difference.  wow has it been a challenge.  but i do feel like my class is beginning to come together.  it does make me feel better that my principal, comes to us on a regular basis to sympathize about how difficult our classes are.  it makes us feellike it is just not us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a kid on friday get caught stealing from another students desk.  it is our policy that wehn we sign a kids folder, they have to call their parents.   a bit extreme don't you think?  but these parents want to be super informed.  well so the kid call his parent and the mother asks for the teacher to be put on the phone, the mother proceeds to  gripe out the teacher!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sayes how do you know what happened, did you see it exactly?  how do you know it wasn't his?  my partner proceeds to tell her that she saw him. the mother is so mad that she had her son call home, she called to assistant principal.  can you believe that???  of course our ap supported her.   did i mentioned the parents are harder to deal with than the  kids are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention, we found a church.  yea.....     it is such a wonderful GOD ordained occurance.  my girls love it.  there are actually kids in the childrens church that go to school with my girls.. it is such a down home tender feeling, real people church.  it is not much to look at, but God looks to the inside of a man, so i decided to do the same.  we meet in a storefront building.  in this church there are such real people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND A CHURCH, WHEN YOU MEASURE EVERYTHING UP TO PERFECTION?  WE LEFT NOT ONLY A CHURCH, BUT A FAMILY THAT WE WERE APART OF FOR MORE THAN 10 YEARS.  IT IS A PARALYZING FEAT. &lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT JUST SAYING THIS BECAUSE ONE DAY OUR FRIENDS MIGHT STUMBLE ON TO MY BLOG THAT HASN'T BEEN UPDATED IN MORE THAN A MONTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LEFT A FAMILY.  OUR FAMILY.  OUR HOME.  OUR HEART.  these people will never measure up to our home church, but it is sure is nice to know that there are a few west texans up here.   but God is faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, the sun is beginning to shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2663916416843152606?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2663916416843152606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2663916416843152606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2663916416843152606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2663916416843152606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-is-coming-up-over-horizon.html' title='the sun is coming up over the horizon.........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6368687124346078026</id><published>2008-09-30T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:51:56.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO TIRED TO BLOG............</title><content type='html'>maybe toward the end of the year I will get caught up.  oh by the way all I do is work.  so you are really not missing anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6368687124346078026?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6368687124346078026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6368687124346078026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6368687124346078026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6368687124346078026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-tired-to-blog.html' title='TOO TIRED TO BLOG............'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2300458020063988488</id><published>2008-09-18T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:36:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEA!!!!!!  I'M COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tomorrow after school, well actually, around 2:30, we are leaving school to come home!!!!!!!  i so need to see my family and sisters.  i have missed them so.  it is not going to be a working weekend.  yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to celebrate mine and amy's birthday.and i get to see my new grand nephew.    yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   i know this sounds crazy, but i am actually looking forward to sitting for 5 hours.  it has been sooooooooooooo hectic and busy up here at my new job, i am looking forward to just sitting and listening to good music.  my feet have really been hurting me, because i stand so much and have put on so much weight, it feel great to sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday,  my precious dear friends are going to meet up with me for breakfast.  i can't wait to see them.  it will be so much fun.  i am so blessed to have these friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am so excited.  i am adjusting, but i miss my home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this last monday, i went out for the second time with the ladies from the new church up here.  it was alot of fun.  sometimes i am so tired, that i have to force myself to go out during the week.  but i went, and had a great time.  i had about twenty women just laughing, when i was telling my story anbout truong to find the restaurant that night.  nothing like a country bumpkin, trying to find her way around the big city.  it was quite comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and also we find out tomorrow if hannah makes the all city choir.  i hope she does.  she sure does want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2300458020063988488?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2300458020063988488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2300458020063988488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2300458020063988488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2300458020063988488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/yea-im-coming-home.html' title='YEA!!!!!!  I&apos;M COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5778743322113219742</id><published>2008-09-11T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:54:12.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Singer, A Volleyball Player, and an Author............</title><content type='html'>i am so proud.  my oldest is trying out for all city choir and is starting to play on a city volleyball team.  i am so glad that the move has not dampened her quest for trying new things.  she tries out for choir this saturday, and her new league starts this next week.  the coach has already told us that we will practice this week on tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our first game is on the  27th of september.  i am so excited for her.  she is so excited and is adjusting so well.  she already talks about the friends she is making.  THAT IS SO COOL.  i can't to see all of the wonderful things God has in store for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our school has its school dedication is happening.  hannah is going to have a performance that day also.  she is loving living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i also discovered i have a new budding author among our family.  she has blonde hair and blue/green eyes.  she loves to write and will sit and make up stories all day long.  she also loves to read them to us. and of course we love to hear them.  she wrote the cutest one the other day and read it to us.  it was so sweet.    this is a move from a seven year old's perspective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE LIVING IN MCKINNEY&lt;br /&gt;by REBEKAH POYNOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard moving to McKinney.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to leave my family behind.&lt;br /&gt;but at least I have my two cousins  I still have fun.&lt;br /&gt;We swam together and we have barbeques at my cousins home.&lt;br /&gt;and we play on the wii and well the grownups.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;makes a mommy proud.   i just love that she is so excited about writing.  sign of genius don't you think?  well i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do feel like my head is beginning to float a little above water.  maybe its because it is thursday night.  i will be sure to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn............................ &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/2253204805777810065-5778743322113219742?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5778743322113219742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5778743322113219742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5778743322113219742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5778743322113219742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-things-new.html' title='A Singer, A Volleyball Player, and an Author............'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7114935935245942893</id><published>2008-09-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:20:20.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MUCH NEEDED VISIT AND A MUCH NEED MESSAGE....................</title><content type='html'>i just love the way God brings life into your old tired bones  just when you think that you can't go on anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an awesome weekend it was.  i truly felt rested when the weekend was over.  the weekend got off to a great start when kelly and greg passed through here on their way back home.  what a great time we had.  it is so wonderful to see familiar faces in a new strange land.  kelly and i went shopping  most of the day saturday.  it was so nice to hug and love on a dear sweet friend.  i really enjoyed reconnecting again.    her hugs and words and laughs were therapy for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greg and david just stayed home and watched college football all day.  i know they both needed it.  david goes so much, he enjoys just staying at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate great mexican food on friday night.  there is nothing better than driving into your driveway only to find friends sitting on your bench outside your door.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday morning they got ready to leave and we got ready for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the message on sunday was bracy's ( that is our new pastor) best so far.  the message was to just come to Jesus and REST.  how i needed to hear this.  just REST.  when i hear rest, think of just vegging out.  bracy point out that it also means to surrender.  wow.  all you who are weary and heavy laden.  i just played these words over in my head and heart over and over all sunday.    JUST REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST REST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Jesus, i surrender it all to You. i choose to rest in You.  take all my new school worries and do what You will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7114935935245942893?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7114935935245942893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7114935935245942893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7114935935245942893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7114935935245942893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/much-needed-visit-and-much-need-message.html' title='A MUCH NEEDED VISIT AND A MUCH NEED MESSAGE....................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2097492564733493603</id><published>2008-08-26T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:52:22.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A  BETTER PERSPECTIVE OF THE FIRST DAY..................</title><content type='html'>i promised my sister and my mom that i would post some pictures of our first day of school.  here they are.  we were all so excited and ready.  don't we look just gorgeous!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLTBB88Bw0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/NeG8GgEivx0/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLTBB88Bw0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/NeG8GgEivx0/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239024505820660546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hannah in one of the outfits I let her choose from Justice.  She was&lt;br /&gt;                            so proud of it.  Isn't it adorable.  She is growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              Hannah's new thing is to wear her hair up and all curly.  If she lets it dry&lt;br /&gt;                             naturally it is so curly.  Every once in a while I get glimpses of what she&lt;br /&gt;                                will look like as a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS9CBOcmSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kfTDyqyIoF0/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS9CBOcmSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kfTDyqyIoF0/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239020108925147426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            Here is my big second grader.  She was so proud of her "brief case".  It&lt;br /&gt;                             has Hannah Montana on the other side.  I don't think that you can see&lt;br /&gt;                               it from this angle.  Where has the time gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS817Jf6bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7_LQ1GyPs9E/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS817Jf6bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7_LQ1GyPs9E/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019901135350194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       All grown up and ready for anything, or so she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8pDkFlpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/in8GvWqOEm0/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8pDkFlpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/in8GvWqOEm0/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019680056055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                              Mom and daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8b5T0XeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ANfkFN9Ej5k/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8b5T0XeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ANfkFN9Ej5k/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019453965164002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                            Mom and her oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8QPvCceI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DVIs_JHNu_4/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8QPvCceI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DVIs_JHNu_4/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019253826482658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Don't we look like we are ready for a big day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8C7Mx6dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LbnJjdiMflM/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS8C7Mx6dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LbnJjdiMflM/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239019024975784402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         My classroom at Tadlock Elementary.  I don't think&lt;br /&gt;                                    my previous 12 years of teaching quite prepared me for&lt;br /&gt;                                                        what laid ahead this "special" day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS7eMYX9MI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BR1ByishvpE/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS7eMYX9MI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BR1ByishvpE/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018393932657858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS7OoAEYFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BLwHFPZ9OdQ/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS7OoAEYFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BLwHFPZ9OdQ/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018126468997202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS7APoAwoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AysfnPTCUTQ/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS7APoAwoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AysfnPTCUTQ/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017879407477378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS6yJv_RWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xoTybekS3nA/s1600-h/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLS6yJv_RWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xoTybekS3nA/s320/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239017637312152930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GLAD THAT THERE IS ONLY ONE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!! IT WAS A TALE TO BEHOLD!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2097492564733493603?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2097492564733493603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2097492564733493603&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2097492564733493603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2097492564733493603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-perspective-of-first-day.html' title='A  BETTER PERSPECTIVE OF THE FIRST DAY..................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SLTBB88Bw0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/NeG8GgEivx0/s72-c/Beginning+School+Year+2008-2009+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-2332085624522045356</id><published>2008-08-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:57:37.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough, Rough, DAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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DAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-4728279333142857148</id><published>2008-08-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:40:50.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Clothes, New School Supplies, and just maybe a New Church...............</title><content type='html'>well it is wonderful to be in a new city to go school clothes shopping.  what a town to be in. i love kolhs, justiss, and stein mart.  we had such a great time going school clothes shopping with the girls.  we went last friday.  we first met two of my past teacher friends for lunch with their kids.  we sat and visited for about an hour and a half.     we went to mcdonalds so the kids could play while we visited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first place we went to get some school shopping was kolhs.  i just loved that store.  we were able to get alot for them their.  the price averaged about $10 per piece.  not too bad.  some of the stuff we got will also work for church.  they were so cute.    it was so much fun.    we had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls also wanted to go to a specialty shop like limited too, for a first school day outfit. so we discovered a new store called justiss.  the stuff was so cute.  i will be sure and take pictures on the first day of school.  i know i spoil my kids when it comes to clothes, but i don't care!! i just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;saturday i ended watching my nephew.  the girls really had fun and so did i.  we went swimming and then i worked on school stuff.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday we decided to go to a new church.  so after i got lost,  we finally got there and it was soooooooooooooo big.  the members were signing in with a credit card thingie.  but i kept an open mind and we went into the sanctuary.  the first thing i noticed was that the walls of the sanctuary were orange and blue.  they also had strobe light looking things going. like a pinwheel made out of light.   wow.  not what i was expecting.  but the music was so good we stayed, for two songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally looked at the girls and said do ya'll want to go? they both said yes.  so we left and decided to go to bracy wilsons church.  we have visited there before, but decided to visit other places.  but this sunday there was different.  i cried like i was listening to pastor david.  it was very annointed.  no one will ever replace pastor david, but maybe, just maybe this is where we are supposed to be.  hannah went to childrens church.  she loved it.  we are meeting in a school cafeteria.  now this church is a baby church so they do not have services on sunday night, not many of them do. but we decided we would rather get into a church on the ground floor and deal  with the growing pains, than go to a church that are  herding their members in like cattle.  i realize this church won't stay this size for long, but maybe we can get connected while we can learn most of the members names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had supper with dan and teresa last night.  it was so good to see familiar faces.  david got to eat with us last night.  he and i went shopping for a little while today.  this is when we discovered stein mart.  what a wonderful place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he leaves again tomorrow and won't be home until sunday.  maybe it won't be like this forever.  i am going to a ladies thing tomorrow for our church.  they are having a bunko fellowship.   it is one of their small groups.  i am so excited.  then wednesday, i start full time with more district workshops.  i am ready for school to start to keep my days full.  we are having a small team meeting, tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the girls are also ready to start school too.  oh bye the way, i am getting old.  i went to an eye doctor today, and he increased my prescription by another point.  and then he said you need to get some reading glasses at the dollar store.  he said a +1 should eliminate that long arms disease you are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4728279333142857148?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4728279333142857148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4728279333142857148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and a brand new challenge.....</title><content type='html'>i have begun setting up my classroom.  all my desks are in order, and i have started to hang my bulletin boards.  i decided to buy some new boarders and new letters for my new classroom.   it is so cute.  i absolutely LOVE polka dots.  they are so fun.  so are so bubbly.  they are so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you  just love something new.  i am so excited and a little antsy about all the new challenges that are laid before me.  i think this is going to be a great but very new and different year.  but i know that God has equipped me for this new task he has lead me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have met all of the teachers that are going to be in the hall with me.  they are from all over the place.  i have never really worked with people that are from all over the united states.   we have all been so busy getting our rooms ready for meet the teacher night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my first official day in the frisco isd next wednesday.  it is new to the district breakfast.  i think that is a nice gesture.  the district also puts on a convocation ceremony for all of the new teachers.  i have never been to one of those.  i really don't even know what it is.  more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is amazing all of the resources that are available in a larger district.    they have a computer program where we get all of our scope and sequence from.  it  also comes with lesson plans and activities that you can use for the specific objectives that have to be taught.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are beginning to get settled in our house.  it is beginning to feel like home.  i do miss my family and friends.  but i know we will make more soon.   i just have to be patient.  i am glad i have school to keep me busy.  i am so glad to have my girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are starting to settle in  as well.  they are very excited to start school.  it is getting to that time of the summer when they are starting to bicker and fight and get bored at home.  they have met all their teachers.  they all seem so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we are going to have lunch with some of my teacher friends that i used to teach with at little elm.  i am so excited.  i have not seen one of them in ten years.  her name alicia.  she didn't have any children when i last saw her.  now she has two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we eat we are going to buy some new school clothes.  the girls are so excited to get to buy clothes in a new town.  what a place to go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david is in honduras this weekend, he left today.  i sure do miss him when he is gone.  david's company has had another person buy into  their airplanes, so they are in the process of hiring another pilot.  maybe that will help relieve the flights on the weekends.  david has flown for the last 3 weekends in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we are going to try out a new church this sunday.  i hope this is the one.  i have discovered that i do not like trying to find a new church.  to me that is the hardest thing about moving. it is hard enough to find a new church with your spouse, much less by yourself.    but i know God is with me.  sometimes it is just nice to have God with some skin.  you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i will go for now.  have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4639266053283558823?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4639266053283558823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-1004090104313518330</id><published>2008-08-01T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:05:39.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU THINK SOMEONE IS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING????????</title><content type='html'>now, i have had some funny things happen to me, like peeing uncontrollably in front of people in a christian womens conference, totally sticking my foot in my mouth only to have it taken out with forceps, but........................ i think this one takes the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night i was talking to a friend on the phone, while i was on the throne. you know the throne. does anyone else do that? talk while on the throne. sometimes it is the only place i can get some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....... while visiting with my friend on the throne.................&lt;br /&gt;i heard a sound. now i know i have put on quite a bit of weight this summer. but NEVER, I MEAN NEVER DID I THINK THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJOyhev0zHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QNy4zDSCgck/s1600-h/OOPSS+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJOyhev0zHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QNy4zDSCgck/s320/OOPSS+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229719880566361202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJOyVlZIK9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8f5u6iwgO_A/s1600-h/OOPSS+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJOyVlZIK9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/8f5u6iwgO_A/s320/OOPSS+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229719676191779794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NUFF SAID........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1004090104313518330?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1004090104313518330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1004090104313518330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1004090104313518330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1004090104313518330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-think-someone-is-trying-to-tell.html' title='DO YOU THINK SOMEONE IS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING????????'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJOyhev0zHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QNy4zDSCgck/s72-c/OOPSS+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-4480331411507595404</id><published>2008-07-31T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:46:54.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR NEW HOME................</title><content type='html'>these are some pictures of our new house.  i always seem to forget to put them in in reverse order.  so if you know how to do that I would love you to tell me. if you want to start at the bottom and go up they will be in order.   anyway, this is the place we call  home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          This is Rebekah's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJ0QKqAHEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/90vfkKEQzBE/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJ0QKqAHEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/90vfkKEQzBE/s320/McHouse+pictures+216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229369938417818690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            This is Hannah's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJz_MH6EOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fAxETb-ph_4/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJz_MH6EOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fAxETb-ph_4/s320/McHouse+pictures+213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229369646753911010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            This is the upstairs loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJzwFizlVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iAVyQrMTmjA/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJzwFizlVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iAVyQrMTmjA/s320/McHouse+pictures+211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229369387289646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         This is in the living room.  Our new flat screen.  We just had it mounted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJzZcRUjvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r_wc1LWMWBU/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJzZcRUjvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r_wc1LWMWBU/s320/McHouse+pictures+208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229368998253334258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         This is our living room.  We spend alot of time in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJzJFXS7GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-Wp-V14GyiU/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJzJFXS7GI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-Wp-V14GyiU/s320/McHouse+pictures+206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229368717226470498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another picture of the living room.  If you look close enough you will see traces of our other home.  Some are in the decorations. Some are in just things that were given to us by friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJyw92XC2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5gkwAVwLOio/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJyw92XC2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/5gkwAVwLOio/s320/McHouse+pictures+205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229368302892419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             This is part of the dinette.  I love these valances.  They are original to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJyfDlPVPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0naJJ3_5L6U/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJyfDlPVPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0naJJ3_5L6U/s320/McHouse+pictures+203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229367995193578738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                This is the kitchen.  I love this room.  I love dark wood furniture.  It feels so homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJyLL6grPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pTlJq38Z8_g/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJyLL6grPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pTlJq38Z8_g/s320/McHouse+pictures+202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229367653832895730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                This is the office. It sits to the right as you come in the entrance to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJx06tXLwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r3m1-dXDsLw/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJx06tXLwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r3m1-dXDsLw/s320/McHouse+pictures+196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229367271257222914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          This is the formal dining room.  I got to get new furniture.  I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJxjx3T0EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J-ZbDnB9fAI/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJxjx3T0EI/AAAAAAAAAGs/J-ZbDnB9fAI/s320/McHouse+pictures+195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229366976825249858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                This is my new china cabinet.  Isn't it gorgeous?   My grandmother's china is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJxSjL57RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MXX1PfX-vV0/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJxSjL57RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MXX1PfX-vV0/s320/McHouse+pictures+194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229366680827325714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               The front entry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJw9Tv8epI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ufuMt68-_iw/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJw9Tv8epI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ufuMt68-_iw/s320/McHouse+pictures+193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229366315906267794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Beautiful  plants I am trying to keep alive.  This is in front of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJwh6UScrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sCl6Ce2vgsk/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJwh6UScrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sCl6Ce2vgsk/s320/McHouse+pictures+189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229365845222912690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             This is the front of our house.  I drove up and was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJwFpe1ZWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UO604DxBxWI/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJwFpe1ZWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UO604DxBxWI/s320/McHouse+pictures+190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229365359667406178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    More beautiful plants.  You can't tell but there are begonias in the front.  They are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJvlXgaUCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WMoovLkv_-g/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJvlXgaUCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WMoovLkv_-g/s200/McHouse+pictures+186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229364805086367778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      I love the front of my house.  I feel so blessed.  What a great God we serve.  Nothing                                                                  is impossible for God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJu14AiNuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5RSqiCINN-g/s1600-h/McHouse+pictures+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJu14AiNuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5RSqiCINN-g/s200/McHouse+pictures+185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229363989177317090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4480331411507595404?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4480331411507595404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4480331411507595404&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4480331411507595404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4480331411507595404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-new-home.html' title='OUR NEW HOME................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/SJJ0QKqAHEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/90vfkKEQzBE/s72-c/McHouse+pictures+216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-8008782236244180474</id><published>2008-07-30T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:07:29.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sprinkle of life.....................</title><content type='html'>* wow summer is going by so fast.  so much has happened since i last posted.  i went to my first workshop up here.  not bad, pretty good, pretty much the same as any workshop any where else.  the people were friendly one lady even helped me learn a new program that is essential to teaching up here.  it is a program that you have to use for your lesson plans and your scope and sequence.  for those of you that do not know what a scope and sequence is, it is a plan for what to teach, and in what order to teach it.    the nice thing, is, that it also gives you activities to use for these lessons.  that pretty good, in my book.  i let you know at the end of the year if it is actually a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i went home for a baby shower.  it was very nice with a great turn out.  it was good to see my family and friends again.  i have only been away for 3 weeks, but it was still good to see people that I dearly love.  it was also so nice to go back to MY  church, with MY church family.  it was so good to have an alter time.  i loved that the praise and worship was more than just three or four songs.  it has been such a long time since i have been a new person, in a new church.  i think we, that attend church forget what it is like to be new.   it is definitley a different experience.  when you go to church the next time, remember that.  it is hard to go into places where relationships are already formed.  it is hard to go into a place where people are standing in their own little groups laughing and talking and all they offer is a quick smile and a hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i guess God is trying to teach me a new lesson.  i will try to learn it quickly.  i guess i like the familiar, who doesn't?  i know God will lead us to a new place.  i am ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  next week i have workshops monday-thursday.  then i will be going to school to work in my class and with my team members.  i am kind of ready for school to start.  i know that is odd, but i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  we brought a friend up here with us to spend a week with us.  we took the kids to six flags and a water park.  we had such a great time.  this young lady us such a delight to be around.  it has been such a blessing to have her here.  she is going to help me post some pictures of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i don't really anything else.   ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8008782236244180474?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8008782236244180474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=8008782236244180474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8008782236244180474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8008782236244180474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/sprinkle-of-life.html' title='a sprinkle of life.....................'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-8813345584645676851</id><published>2008-07-16T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:25:27.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Girl, In A Big Town World..........</title><content type='html'>*on tuesday, david was off so we went up to my class and got it totally set up.  it is such a cool new room, i am actually excited to go back to school.  ( will someone please remind me of that when it is march and i am ready for summer again.)  every day that we go up to school, i meet new teachers that i am going to work with.  here is what is cool about living in a big place, all of the people you meet are not from texas.  i have met people from all over the world.  my next door neighbors are from Belise.  wow!!!! they are so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  well my room is all set up except the bulletin boards.  i will do those later.  it is so nice to have everything new.  i have never had that before.  that is so exciting.  i have already met one of hannah's teachers and two of bekah's teachers.  they were very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  we went to visit a new church on sunday.  it was just a few minutes from our house.  the senior pastor was on vacation so it was the youth minister that did the sermon.  the church was alot like ours.  people were wearing everything from shorts, to dresses and slacks.  the building looks different from the outside, but is very similar to ours on the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  the youth pastor, who did the service was very good, but i kept waiting for him to give the scripture so we could open the bible and read it for the sermon.  that never happened, but he did quote alot of scripture.  also there was no invitation and no alter time.  so david and i decided to try the church again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  so we get dressed for church and we drive up there and it is 6:55 and there are no cars there, or there are only 5.  we thought that was weird, but we decided to give it a try. we walk up to the church, and notice that there are only kids there.  needless to say, they were only having a youth service.  we spoke to the youth pastor, who was very friendly, and he said that they were in transition,  and were in a building phase.  the only service they had for adults was sunday morning.  they also did not have anything for children on wed.  i thought that was strange.  but since david is going to be gone, we are going to give the church on sunday, just me and the girls.    so if any of yall have ANY suggestions on where to go to church that may be close to here, just let me know.  i really want the girls to get plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*on that front,  the girls have already made neighborhood friends.  they come out during the day, and they all ride their bikes and scooters up and down the street.  it is so cool.  i am so glad that they are making friends so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i have started walking again.  we walked on monday night around 5:30.  it wasn't too bad.  i walked tonight at about 7:30 pm.  it was much nicer and cooler.  all of the subdivisions have large sidewalks around them, so i walked on that tonight.  they make for a nice track.  i walked for about 40 minutes.  it was so nice outside.  there seems to be a constant breeze here.  which is nice, since i am not used to the humidity.  nothing like getting out of the shower and having a thin layer of sweat all over your body.  i wonder how long it will take me to get used to the humidity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* well david has his first weekend trip this weekend. he leaves for honduras tomorrow.    he will return sunday or monday.  so me and the girls will venture out sometime this weekend for a shopping trip. we also will go swimming a couple of times.  then we will go to church on sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i don't know much else so i guess i will  say ttfn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8813345584645676851?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8813345584645676851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-3893974693969042077</id><published>2008-07-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:29:47.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE.......</title><content type='html'>today we had a great day.  we got up around 10 and then made our way down to my new school.  it was so fun and i didn't get lost.  yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  it took me about 8-10 minutes to get there.   once i was there, i went in and met my new boss, again. i also met her secretary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into my classroom.  it was soooooooo cool.  everything was new.  everything was clean.  we, me and the girls, organized my desks.    it was awesome.   we opened up some school supplies that were already in my class.  it was so fun unwrapping all the new  materials.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed for about three hours.  it is amazing how once you step into your class the times just flies.  after we finished our objective for the day, we walked around the campus looking for any new staff the i could introduce myself to.  we met several people.  a fifth grade teacher, a third grade teacher, and a special education teacher.  they were all so nice.  and were all so glad to meet me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we went to the school, we headed off to the grocery store to get stocked up with groceries.    There is this one store that is close to my house so we decided to go there.  it is such a beautiful store.  i really thought it would really be expensive, but it wasn't, it just looked like it.  the name of the store is market place.  we decided to eat lunch there, before the shopping ensued.  we had pizza slices and three cokes.  it was $11.00. but the slices were really like two pieces in one slice.  the pizza was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had been so long since i had been to the store for groceries, the bill was a little hefty.    but over all not too bad.  it was fun shopping at a new store.  we then went home to unload the groceries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live in a community that has a community pool.    so after we unloaded the groceries, we headed off to the pool.  In the beginning, there was 7 people besides us there.  after about 1 1/2 hours, we were the only ones there.  it was so cool.  it was like we had our very own swimming pool.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then came home and i made shake and bake chicken and rice pilaf and green beans.  it was so delicious.  i loved eating the simple little meal in our new house.  david  got home from colorado about 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then got bekah's room completely set up.  now most of the house is set up.   i still have alot of boxes to unload, probably stuff we really don't need.  i figure i will set out to do 5 or 6 boxes a day.  maybe by the middle of next week it will be finished.  i hope, because then i have to set up  my class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was my day. pretty productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LIFE.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1926126722927283557</id><published>2008-07-07T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:56:11.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From A Far Off Land..........</title><content type='html'>we are here.. we are here.. we are here...  well we left early friday morning for McK.  i drove the tahoe, david drove the big truck, and my mil drove david's truck, and bob, david's dad drove another truck to pull the trailer.  we left at 7 a.m. and arrived in McK. at 12:10.  it was a quick trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had alot of family, mine and david's, help us move in this  past weekend.  david's brother and his bil, helped sooooo much.  i don't know what we would have dome without them.  it took us about two hours to unload the truck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the real fun began.  my wonderful mother and sister jan, totally set up my kitchen.  thanks mom.  we just unloaded boxes after boxes.    later that night, my bil, invited us to his house for hamburgers and a swim.  we had such a great time visiting.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, my sister and bil, came up.  they helped us with more unpacking.  then we all went to most spectacular mexican food restaurant, La Hacienda Ranch.  what wonderful food.  come up some time and we will take you there.  when we got back, everyone was so tired we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was a hard day.  everyone left.  i cried many times that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a better day.  i had a meeting with my teaching team members.  they seem very nice.  we met for about two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my house. it is such a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am working on adjusting to living up here.  we are going to visit a church on wed.  that is right up the street from us.  i am excited to get plugged in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1926126722927283557?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1926126722927283557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1926126722927283557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1926126722927283557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1926126722927283557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/greetings-from-far-off-land.html' title='Greetings From A Far Off Land..........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1100814162070604745</id><published>2008-06-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:40:33.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to old familiar friend...........</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day in my house.  This house has been a dear friend to me.  It has kept us warm in the winter time and cool in the summer.  We have had some great times in this house.  Christmases, birthdays, parties, gatherings, and many hours of laughter and even a few tears.  It has seen good times and bad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of m girls started school in this house.  Both of my girls lost their first teeth in this house.  We have been so blessed by God here.  We grew up here, David and I.  We became parents of a second baby girl here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We experimented with home remodeling in this house.  Some turned out great and some not so great.  It is odd to sit in your house with all of your belongings packed up.  It is a weird feeling.  The walls echo of distant memories.  The resound the laughter that was once experienced.  I look at the carpet and see not only carpet, but all the times we played games on the floor or had a pizza picnic there.  We used to spread out sheets on the living room floor and have a pizza picnic.  The girls absolutely loved it and we did too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loading the truck tomorrow.  I am ready to stop living in the middle  and get a move on with the next chapter of our lives.  It will be so good to have my hunny home more.   And I know he is tired of traveling back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about our new house.  We will have to break it in with more pizza picnics.  More game night and all of the wonderful things that families do to  grow in love with each other.  we will head out July 4th.   We will be staying with family until we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye dear friend.  I pray that God peace continue to reside here for the next family as it did with us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1100814162070604745?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1100814162070604745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1100814162070604745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1100814162070604745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1100814162070604745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-to-old-familiar-friend.html' title='Goodbye to old familiar friend...........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-4048202130680286816</id><published>2008-06-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T08:32:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>packing, packing, and uh wait, more packing........</title><content type='html'>this is what we have been doing for days.  i pick one room a day and pack it up.  really it has not been that bad.  i have discovered that i do not particularly like living in disarray. but who doesn't live in some sort of disarray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway time is drawing near. can you feel the myriad of emotions floating in the air?  we are having a going away party for us at my sister's house tonight.  how come we don't realize how important people are to us until we are about to leave them?  are we so spoiled that we just take everything for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am learning how much i really love and miss david when he is not here.  i have learned that i REALLY took him for granted for the past 19 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the moral of the story.  don't wait to tell people you love them and appreciate them.  life changes in an instant.  hug someone everyday.  live life to the fullest.  seize the day. laugh more than you cry.  share a diet dr. pepper with some one.  sit and visit like you might not ever have the chance again.  savor every moment with the people you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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packing........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5996910364957799923</id><published>2008-06-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:26:03.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE SOLD A HOUSE, AND WE BOUGHT A HOUSE......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we sold our house and we bought a house.  the latter was much, much, more fun.  this week our house had it's inspection, everything passed but the roof.  that was not a surprise to us.  so this monday three roofers are coming to our house to give us three estimates.  then our adjuster is coming out on thursday, to assess the damages from the april tornado.  the roofers will begin on friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on monday of this week, me and the girls went up to mckinney, where my brother in law lives, and we looked at houses.  it was so much more fun to be on the buying end of the stick.  we put a contract on a house in mckinney texas. they did not except our original offer, but they came back with an acceptable offer.  we will close on it, july 1st.  it is ten minutes away from the elementary that i will be teaching at.  it is also ten minutes away from david's brother and sister in law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited.  i will make sure i post pictures as soon as i get up there.  i am so excited to have my family under one roof.  we got to spend 5 days with david and i sure realized how much i miss him.  the girls are really starting to miss him too.  i am ready to be a together family again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back into town, i saw that we had a sold sign on our house.  i think it was more of a relief to sell our house, than to buy one.  we close on this house in san angelo, the 30th of june.  so we we have three more sunday's here, including tomorrow and then the 21st, and the 28th and then we will leave for mckinney.  we will leave friday morning on the 4th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am excited and sad at the same time.  my family is giving us a going away barbecue on the 21st.  i am sure that will be bitter sweet.  it will be hard to leave them, as it will you.  i figured out the other day out of my 41 years of life, i have only lived away from this area for 4-5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is becoming real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5996910364957799923?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-2253204805777810065.post-3187380164255759583</id><published>2008-06-05T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:23:25.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SHOUTING HEARD AROUND THE WORLD.............</title><content type='html'>YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE JUST ACCEPTED A CONTRACT ON OUR HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU JESUS,    THANK YOU JESUS,    THANK YOU JESUS,    THANK YOU JESUS, THANK YOU JESUS,    THANK YOU JESUS,     THANK YOU JESUS,   A MILLION TIMES OVER,   THANK YOU JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THE PEACE SPEAKER,  I KNOW HIM BY NAME.  YOU RECEIVE ALL THE POWER AND GLORY AND PRAISE AND GLORY.  EVERYTHING IS IN YOUR HANDS. I LOVE YOU SO, AND DO NOT DESERVE YOU.   WHY YOU PUT UP WITH ME, I WILL NEVER KNOW.  YOU KEEP MY FEET FROM STUMBLING.  YOUR BLESSINGS ARE TOO MANY FOR ME TO COUNT.  I AM ONCE AGAIN HUMBLED.  I BOW AT YOUR MAGNIFICENCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we have to be out by june 30th. we are going up next week to put a contract on a house.  i am excited to be on the other side of the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, guide our feet.  show us the house You want us to buy.  i know that there is a house up there just for us.  thank you for hearing and answering my cry.  thank you .  show up the path that we should take.  lead us guide us, let us feel Your presence while we take our next step in this adventure.  show us exactly where You want us to buy.  it is our greatest desire to please you.  we love You.  we are humbly at your service.  we owe You everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;    kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3187380164255759583?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3187380164255759583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3187380164255759583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3187380164255759583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3187380164255759583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/shouting-heard-around-world.html' title='THE SHOUTING HEARD AROUND THE WORLD.............'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6487071294816914267</id><published>2008-06-04T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:43:54.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Face Lift and He is walks with me, and He talks with me.....</title><content type='html'>I decided it was time for a new face lift for my blog.  I don't really know much.  The few things I do know is : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *I REALLY NEED MY HOUSE TO SELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * we are going to Frisco next week Tuesday or Wednesday to find a house and offer a contract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *  I REALLY NEED MY HOUSE TO SELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *   i am excited to find a new house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *  we are going to rent out our house if it doesn't sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   OH, DID I TELL YOU I REALLY NEED MY HOUSE TO SELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing in the world happened last sunday, my baby grill got baptized.  how cool is that.  she stood up there, so brave in Christ.  i was so proud of her.   we went to lunch to celebrate.  we had such a great day.  what a blessed day it was.  i told her nothing she could ever do could make me more proud than that.  i was just beaming.  what an awesome day.  i love her so much.  i decided i was going to get her one of those dolls that are like the american girl doll, but at the christian book store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were getting her changed back into her dry clothes, she told me that she felt such peace this morning.  does it get any better that? i think not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even in the midst of great stress and  what ifs, i find moments of sweet peace that only Jesus gives.  i know that He is control.  if he wants us to rent out our house, then that is what will happen.  don't get me wrong i have to fight to stay in Christ's peace.  the word tells us that we are to pursue peace.  i am discovering just what that means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am learning to pursue peace in the midsts of uncertainty.  He is walking with me even when my stress level rises.  when i feel like throwing a fit.  He just lovingly watches over me.  just as a parent watches over her child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also learning to lean not on my own understanding.  but truly trust in His wisdom, His timing, His purpose, His will.  We will emerge victoriously.  We are triumphant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL SELL OUR HOUSE, IN JESUS NAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6487071294816914267?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6487071294816914267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6487071294816914267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6487071294816914267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6487071294816914267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-face-lift-and-he-is-walks-with-me.html' title='New Face Lift and He is walks with me, and He talks with me.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-3788218999947895043</id><published>2008-06-01T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:05:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHHHH   SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL'S OUT!   SCHOOL'S  OUT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE COULDN'T BE SWEETER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3788218999947895043?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3788218999947895043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3788218999947895043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3788218999947895043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3788218999947895043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaahhhhh-summer.html' title='AAAHHHHH   SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1287721362233709115</id><published>2008-05-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:17:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Masses,  Calling All Masses........</title><content type='html'>o.k. guys i am calling all masses to pray for our house to sell.  now i have to admit that this is a lesson in HUMILITY for me.  let me explain.  when we were living in addison texas, we went to a church (a well off church) we didn't realize it until later. anyway sunday after sunday someone was praying for their house to sell.  i remember telling david, why aren't they praying for ALL the starving children in the world, or the homeless, or all of the women that are beaten everyday, or all the people that are suffering with all sorts of terrible diseases, instead of a house that needs to be selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one night i am praying to God tearfully that He help us sell our house and He gently reminds me of this.  i remember trying to ignore this, like who me God are you talking to me.  while all the while i knew darn good and well who he was talking to.  i quickly felt so embarrassed, and bad for all the ugly comments i made to david about these so called "selfish" people that it just stopped me in my tracks.  i couldn't go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was immediately was filled with remorse and compassion for them.  i was so humiliated that i didn't even ask to be forgiven.    i then thought about all of the things that they must have been feeling and going through.  jobs,  schools for their children, future houses, hopes, dreams and all those other things that are put on hold while waiting for their house to be sold.  husbands that might have been traveling far distances for their job, and having to be away from their loved ones for extended periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few nights later, God gently whispered into my heart to blog about it and ask my blogging family  to pray for us to sell a house.  i was so filled with shame, guilt, embarrassment and a little lingering wounded pride that i just couldn't.   a few nights ago the house selling began to just really get me bummed.  why God?  i began to cry.  the first time.  i think part of that was because of the stress of trying to sell a house and the realization of how close our move is really getting.  it had all just built up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night, i felt God whispering to me, You can either sit and pout and waste your summer worring about when your house is going to sell, or you can enjoy the EXTRA time i am providing you with, to be with your wonderful family and friends.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always faithful, always reliable, and always dependable.  I ordained this move and I will not leave you or forsake you.  You are my child, nothing takes me by surprise.  Have I ever not taken care of you?  i had to answer Him, "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God also told me to start praying for the house across the street to sell.  they are military and they need their house to sell before yours.  he HAS to leave before you. so now i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not only am i callingall masses to pray for our house to sell, but also for Rob and Cindy's house to sell.  SO I AM ASKING MY POWERFUL SISTERS IN CHRIST, PLEASE PRAY FOR BOTH OF US TO SELL OUR HOUSE QUICKLY!!!!! especially Rob and Cindy's.  they are almost at the point of renting their house out which they really don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your prayers,&lt;br /&gt;kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1287721362233709115?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1287721362233709115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1287721362233709115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1287721362233709115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1287721362233709115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/calling-all-masses-calling-all-masses.html' title='Calling All Masses,  Calling All Masses........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-8876611158101926343</id><published>2008-05-15T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:28:15.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not only my daughter, but now my sister......</title><content type='html'>last night at church something truly wonderful happened.  hannah told pastor that she was ready to be baptized.  i was so proud of her.  she has been a christian for 4 years. but she was never ready to be baptized.  she asked me if we could go to pastor before church and talk to him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about one week ago hannah came to me and told me that she was ready to be baptized.  i asked her how long she had been thinking about this and she told me, "about three months."  i asked her how she knew she was ready. she said that God had given her a dream telling it was time to get baptize.  that was so exciting  to hear that she hears from God.  she is so farther along with God at her age than i was.  i am so proud of her.  i know she is going to grow up to do incredible things for God.  she has been prayed for for so long.  i know she is learning and growing in God.  i can just tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that hannah feels like she can tell me anything.  i hope that goes on for a very long time.  she was nervous talking to pastor.  her voice was very quiet.  but he was so gentle with her.  she is going to be baptized in june, when her daddy is home.  i would not want him to miss this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get her something special to mark this occaision.  do any of you have any ideas? she already has a bible, necklace .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear sweet hannah,&lt;br /&gt;  may you always hear the voice of God.   may you always feel His presence in your life.  always pray to Him about everything.  lean on Him. trust Him. ask Him. love Him.  He will truly end up being your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8876611158101926343?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8876611158101926343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=8876611158101926343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8876611158101926343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8876611158101926343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-only-my-daughter-but-now-my-sister.html' title='Not only my daughter, but now my sister......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6381201878442563031</id><published>2008-05-10T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:40:19.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Destined To Be Your Mama.....</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago, I was given the best gift any woman could ever receive.  The birth of my first born daughter.  She had brown eyes, creamy doll like skin, and more affection in her eyes toward me than any other person has given me.  I didn't know her yet, but time would take care of that.  We were a stunning couple right from the start.  She responded to my voice the first time a spoke her name.  It was at that moment, that I knew I was destined to be her mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot to learn, her and I.  But we were off to a great start.  The second she looked in my eyes I knew I was captivated.  The bond between us had been growing for nine months. I  started singing to her, from the moment I knew she had been created.  I remember the day I found out she was growing inside me,  like it was yesterday.  I shared my hopes and dreams with her.  I talked to her constantly, telling her what a blessing she was to my life.  How God had been so faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would go on long walks together just her and I.   I watched in amazement as my belly grew with that precious baby.  It was a miracle.  It was promise of hope, the future, brighter sunny days.  I was so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Hannah was born, I would just sit and hold her for hours and hours on end.  Not only was she holding my hand as I rocked her, she was holding my heart.    How beautiful she was to me.  This precious gem.  This little girl that I had prayed for for so long.  I remember finally laying her in the little bassinet, only to sit up in the wee hours of the night just gazing upon her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cuddle bug she was, this little girl of mine.  I used to rock her and she would take her little hand and hold on to my hair, stroking it gently.  I would sing to her of my love.  Her little face would just light up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is ten now, and I can feel her trying to gain her independence.  Ever once in a while sneaking a peek back just to make sure that she has not drifted off too far.  Still wanting me, as she tries out her new found legs.  I will be there my precious angel.  For you see, there is no space between us.  You are flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone.  You carry my heart with you forever. You are my truest part of my heart.  I love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years and three months later, I was to be gifted again.  What a surprise!!! What a shock!!!  What a miracle.  I discovered you, in late November.  I will never forget that day either.  I went and bought two pregnancy tests, just to make sure.  But your daddy knew of you.  He knew before I did.  He was not surprised at all.  What a blessing you were to us.  My pregnancy was filled with sheer delight and joy.  The time seemed to flutter by.   I used to go into your room, before you were born, and rock in the rocker I spent hours rocking you in, just talking to you.  I sang to you.  I prayed for you.  I reveled in the sheer delight knowing that you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such vivid memories of Hannah placing her hand on my stomach, and saying to me,"Mama, when is she coming?" "Will she love me?"  I would answer, "Yes my sweet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your arrival gave us a scare.  But we were so protected by our heavenly Father.  We did not get to officially meet until the next day.  I really don't remember that day.  They tell me you cried all night long, until they finally decided to bring you to me.  I had tubes in my mouth.  But they held you on my chest and immediately you stopped crying.  You rested there for a long, long time.  That was our first official meeting.  Every time they took  you from me, you cried. You had beautiful blue eyes and china like skin.  The sheer joy I felt once I got to hold you in my arms.  We had a bond that no one could ever break.  Our lives rested in the hand of God.  We had to stay in the hospital for one week, and then we were allowed to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was summer.  Our days were filled with cuddle time, long gazes into each others eyes, and you were constantly carried by me. Like a rare jewel that I could never put down.  I saw immediately that you had joy unspeakable.  You were a very happy baby.  My heart was certainly captivated by you.  You were a mama's girl from the start.  We were hip to hip all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remind me of a butterfly.  You float through life.  Your joy is contagious.  People can not help but smile when they are around you.  You fill our house with laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will come a time when you too, will try to gain your independence from me.  I pray that that day will take a long time to come.  However, I know the day is coming.My darling Rebekah, I love you with a love ever lasting.  I will always be there for you.   You are my joy.  Heart of my heart. Bone of my bone.  I love you forever!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my baby grills:&lt;br /&gt;     I am so thankful  for you.  You have completed my life.  You are the best thing I have ever been allowed to do with my life.  You have made me what I am today...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MOMMY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6381201878442563031?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6381201878442563031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6381201878442563031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6381201878442563031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6381201878442563031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-destined-to-be-your-mama.html' title='I Was Destined To Be Your Mama.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1535461546282808323</id><published>2008-04-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:56:55.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Camp and the Nasty Hall......</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we went to Dallas for Matt and Mandy's wedding.  It was simply beautiful.  We really had a great time.  The next day we had set up app. for looking at houses with our realtor.  Anyway, on Sunday we decided to have lunch at one of our favorite restaurants right off of 380.  We were eating our lunch just laughing and having a good time when we started talking about church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hannah was explaining to Rebekah about how the day goes and how much fun it is. &lt;br /&gt;Bekah begins to ask questions about different things and then she finally leans over and says, "Hannah what do you do in the nasty hall? "  All of us were like what are you talking about?  She kept saying you know, the nasty hall?  We were stumped.  We had absolutely no idea about what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she says you know the one you eat in.  I am still stumped.  I look over at David and he is laughing hysterically. He looks at me and says Kim, she's talking about  a MESS HALL!!!!!!!!!   I literally had tears of laughter rolling down my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1535461546282808323?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1535461546282808323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1535461546282808323&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1535461546282808323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1535461546282808323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/church-camp-and-nasty-hall.html' title='Church Camp and the Nasty Hall......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7130876303137677616</id><published>2008-04-19T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:05:59.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teacher, A Principal, A Boss, A Mentor, and A Friend...</title><content type='html'>i recently went to a funeral. it was a very difficult funeral.  my 6th grade teacher, my principal, my boss, my mentor, my friend passed away last week.  what a wonderful person he was.  i remember so many wonderful things about this man, not only from my childhood, but also as a boss and a friend.  his name was mitchell west.  he was born and raised in miles, texas.  he lived there all of his life except for a time when he went to college at texas tech, and also was a military police in the military. &lt;br /&gt;when he got out of the military he met and married his wife of 52 years and they settle back in miles.  he was the heart and soul of miles elementary.  he taught, coached, and was a principal there for 39 years.  after he retired, just a few short years ago, he began subbing at the school.  he just couldn't leave.  and we didn't want him to. we all loved and respected him so much. &lt;br /&gt;he had a loud booming voice and a gentle heart.  he walked tall, but with a gentle spirit. &lt;br /&gt;he had flaming red hair.  he wore the same kind of pants that my dad did.  i don't know why i remember that, but i do.  he also carried a little plastic comb in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;i will never forget the day that he interviewed me about ten years ago.  i walked in his office like i was still in the 6th grade going to see the principal.  well i was wasn't i?  the office smelled just like it did when i was going to school there.  my childhood came flooding back to me. he greeted me with the biggest smile.  he was so warm.  imagine interviewing with your old teacher and principal for a job.  i was nervous to say the least.  i go in and sit down.  i ask him if he wants to see my professional portfolio and he just grins at me and says lets just visit.  so we did. he asked me about my parents and how they were doing.  he made me feel so at ease.  i imagined that he did that with all of the people that he interviewed with.  he was the type of man you could see fishing with his grandkids.  he also was a part time farmer.  i can just see him sitting with his grandkids on the tractor. &lt;br /&gt;i will miss you Mr. West.  you were the heart and soul of our school.  your funeral was jammed packed standing room only, in your little methodist church that you attend most of your life. you will be sorely missed. i know you are in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;rest in peace in the arms of your heavenly father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7130876303137677616?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7130876303137677616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7130876303137677616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7130876303137677616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i just needed to talk about it.  i am the type of person if i can express all of my thoughts it helps release my faith and my attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask myself sometimes if i am  upset or sad or whatever.  most of the time my honest answer is numbness.  it is still such a large idea, that i still have trouble wrapping my mind around it.   however things do seem to be taken care of even if it is not with the time table that i would prefer.  david is not here alot of times to talk with and so sometimes i find myself with no one to talk to.  it is just not the same over the phone.  my company lately seems to be 8 and 9 year olds.   i have to admit i am beginning to miss my best friend, my hubby.  i miss not bouncing ideas off of him.   most of the time i don't slow down until late and do not want to burden anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know things will be fine, they always are.  i just needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.................&lt;div 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it....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7778562596715013113</id><published>2008-04-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:39:20.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I JUST WANTED TO TYPE..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i just wanted to type.  i don't really know anything.  i do know however that i really was nervous this morning, waiting to hear about a job today.  i was so expecting to hear today.i was told in my interviews that i would start hearing something today.    i was really nervous.  i haven't felt that nervous in a very long time.  maybe the first time i was waiting to hear back from david after a date. so finally i couldn't take it anymore and i called kathy to check on the status of my resume'. she said that they were told to wait another day or so in a principals meetig yesterday.  GREAT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to have that area taken care of.  i am so ready for all of this to be taken care of.  how many times will i say that in this blog.  when your life hasn't had a significant change in many years the anticipation of a change can be paralysing.  just waiting, keeps you hanging in the wire. waiting for things to get started. waiting for the house to sell. waiting for april 29th to get here so that your taks for this year can be over with.  waiting to see where you will live.  waiting for just the right time to start packing your house, your class,  places you have been for the last ten years.  waiting, waiting, waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have peace, but some days i can feel the peace wearing thin.  where will i be? where will the girls and i live?  where will we go to church?  will we be lonely when david is gone on his job for weeks at a time?  will the girls meet new friends, will i?  i love meeting people, but sometimes the effort can be exhausting.  i am finding in this stage in my life my energy for making friends is waining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will the new ladies at my new job really like me? will they think i am funny?  will i have anything to offer my students? will the people in the new area where we live love us?  will we feel all alone?  i am sometimes afraid. most of the time i am strong, i find my strenght in the Lord,  but i am human.  i fall sometimes, i crash sometimes, i don't want to get up sometimes, i just want to lay there and dissolve into nothingness.  these are some of the thoughts that i think about sometimes.  i am not good with uncertainty.  i want things solved.  but we don't always get that choice.  i don't like living in the middle of uncertainty.  but i don't think i am really ready to move.  i have to admit that sometimes i think that we really won't  move.  how about that for denial.  have you ever had your whole life planned  out in your mind only to have it totally shaken up?  that is how i truly feel.  i  am so excited for david, but feel totally at a loss for me and the girls. i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of this has been a true test of my faith.  not in God, not in  His faithfulness, but just a test.  does that make since.   i am so going to miss my family.  it hurts.i love my sisters so much.  i am going to miss my nieces having their babies.  seeing my nephew raise his children.  watching my younger nieces and nephew become Godly young men and women.  i am so going to miss my friends. all of the fun times we had and all of the great conversations sometimes filled with tears we were laughing so hard.  i know we will try to keep in touch, but it still is a loss.  i know God can see  tomorrow , for that i am so thankful.  if i did not , i would not survive this move.  i like the familiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will anyone that i care and love watch my girls turn into lovely young women of God?  watch all of the incredible things they do in power of the Lord.  who will watch them play sports and all of the plays that they might be in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday the reality of the move gets closer and closer.  it becomes more real. it is more real. &lt;br /&gt;i will trust in the Lord for I know the plans He has for me.  He will keep my feet from slipping.  All things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are called to His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Peace, wonderful peace, flowing down from the Father above.  Sweep over my spirit forever I pray...... in fathomless billows of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the peace speaker, I know Him by name.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7778562596715013113?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7778562596715013113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7778562596715013113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7778562596715013113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7778562596715013113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-wanted-to-type.html' title='I JUST WANTED TO TYPE..........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-8536744536868007328</id><published>2008-04-02T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:50:46.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign language....A turkey waddle....And milk through the nose......</title><content type='html'>we have really started to enjoy our dinners together as a family since david is not home all of the time.  they have become a time of laughter and great fun.  tonight we were running a little late so we just had breakfast for supper.  we were sitting at the table just being silly and laughing, when i decided we should do something silly and out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say to everyone, hold a part of  the person to the right that you have never held before.  so explained it couldn't be a hand or an arm or leg.  i grab david's ear, hannah held bekah's knee and bekah reached up and held....................... my turkey waddle of a chin.  then after she touched it she started to push it up, so as to give it support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david laughed so hard he shot milk out of his nose. it landed on hannah so she started laughing so hard. i just shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then hannah started saying that she could speak french.  she got this book she was reading and tried to start speaking the french language.  david began to look over her shoulder to help her.  we were laughing so hard.  when david sat down, i looked  at him and said, hey you can speak spanish.... remember nunca, nunca, secuda, a  une bebe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't say it just like it is supposed to be said.  i thought david was going to fall out of his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Jesus for the special little moments that You provide for us.  may i never take them for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8536744536868007328?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8536744536868007328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-8699381645528877680</id><published>2008-03-31T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:01:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stay.......</title><content type='html'>friday i have two interviews with two different teams of teachers.  one of the schools that called is my first principal's school.  the name of that school is ashley elementary. i will meet with a team of third grade teachers and a team of fourth grade teachers.  this meeting is friday at 3:00 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on saturday i meet with a fourth grade team for a brand new school.  that name of that school is tadlock.  i have interviewed with this principal and now i am meeting with the team.  i am excited.  i am nervous.  i am happy and i am sad.  it is finally beginning to come to fruition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we have matt and mandy's shower saturday, i am sorry i will miss it. but maybe we can make the wedding. it would also be a great time to go look at houses up in the frisco area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to finally get  the job situation taken care of.  that would be nice.  it would be one more thing that i could check off my list.  i am excited to work in a newer school.  but i will be very sad to leave all of my teacher friends at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have discovered that saturday morning has become my favorite time of the week.  last saturday i got to spend 1 1/2 hours just with Jesus.  the bible study i am doing is phenomenal.  i think it one of my most favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the study talks about how we give up our backs for other people to walk all over.  beth moore states that Jesus should be the only one we give our backs to.  she said we could love one another without giving them our backs to trample on.  i have never thought of it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember sitting for about twenty minutes just letting this soak into my mind and heart. i also remember that she also stated that Jesus is our stay.   just meditate on that for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for a job, Jesus is my stay. need to sell my house, Jesus is my stay.  leave my life for a new one, Jesus is my stay.  leave my home, family, friends, church, Jesus is my stay. need to find a new house, Jesus is my stay.  finding a new church,  Jesus is my stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only does Jesus always have my back, BUT JESUS IS MY STAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8699381645528877680?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8699381645528877680/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-1550507609196657599</id><published>2008-03-27T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:46:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Market........And Other Life Stuff.......</title><content type='html'>* Today we put our house on the market.  Can you hear the thud of the silence?   Is this really real? We are listing our house with Coldwell Bankers.  Last week we did alot of updating to the yards, both front and back.  I planted daisies in the front yard and we also dug up an old bush and planted three Japanese Boxwoods and two other flowering plants.  The yard looks really nice. We have also had our guest bathroom fixed.  Some of the tile around the bathtub had come loose and the soap dish that was affixed to the wall  had come off.  The guy that did our tile, did a great job. He also took out some of the old tile in our bathroom and cleaned them up and  put them back up.  He also did some re-grouting for us.   Why don't we make these adjustments when we are living in the house so that we can enjoy them?  The flowers are really pretty.   At my next house I am going to  plant some Gerber daisies.  They are so nice.  It is amazing what color a few flowers bring to a yard.  Don't look now but I think I am growing a green thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have lived here for 9 years and not one house has gone on the market in that time.  Well today, three yes, two houses within spitting distance are going up for sale right across the street from us..  WOW!!!!!  David called our realtor and told him that that makes us very nervous.  He said that it was o.k. because we are right in the middle of the prices of house and we have the most square footage.  So I guess this is another area that we are going to have to trust God in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I would like to tell you that I am going through all of this with out any stress at all. But that would be a lie.   If you notice that I am getting a little fluffier during this time, you know that is how (apparently) I am handling my stress.  I guess food is my drug of choice.  What a surprise?  he he he  Like that is news to anyone.  Anyone that knows me, knows that I have had a love affair with food for a long time.  I am also discovering that I have become rather forgetful, these days.  But I am not going to worry about that right now.  I am just going to take one day at a time and trust in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My kids took their final math benchmark today and out of 38 children I had 4 fail.  One that missed it by one question and 2 that missed it by two questions.  One of the students missed it by 8.  I don't know that I can do much about that.  I have 4 more weeks until my taks test.  I will hold tutoring for four more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My oldest had to learn a very hard lesson today.  Maybe I will write about it some day, but for now I just can't.  One of those simple little mistakes girls make when they are trying to be older than they really are. It is not life altering in the big scope of things, but for her it is.  I felt so bad for her.  I hope she doesn't  suffer too much for it at school.  Maybe no one will notice.  It is tough growing up.  I have discovered that it however, is much tougher to watch your children grow up.  So many times of joy and so many times of heartache.  Poor baby she just cried and cried.  I felt so sorry for her and had to cover up my own grin.   However she and I will laugh about it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hannah is doing great with ymca volleyball. She really loves volleyball and practices it all of the time.   She scored several points in each game this Monday night. She is growing up so fast.  She turned 10 this week.  I thin she is faking it.  She is really just 5.  We bought her a refurbished  ipod for her birthday. She was so excited. She actually squealed with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bekah is playing softball.  She wanted to skip t-ball.  So we moved her up into a higher league.  It will be fun to watch her compete.  She loves sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* David has gotten to stay home for about a week.  Before that he was gone for a very long time.  I have really enjoyed him being done.  I have come to realize over and over how much he does  around.  We really got a lot done.  Even though I told you how I am relieving my stress, I feel so much better now that we are beginning to get some things done.  I just thanked David over and over again today for all of the help he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Oh by the way I am writing this post from a new laptop we got today.  We took down our other computer to stage the house for viewing so David found a good sale at Office Depot so he bought one.  He gets his work schedule on the computer and I also have sent out so many resume's with my home e-mail address on them, we felt it was a good purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I will post some pictures of Hannah's birthday when I learned how to down load on this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It is late and I am tired so I will write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1550507609196657599?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1550507609196657599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1550507609196657599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1550507609196657599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1550507609196657599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-we-put-our-house-on-market.html' title='On The Market........And Other Life Stuff.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6044999914734765461</id><published>2008-03-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:53:17.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Dresses and Olive Garden....</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was planning to stay home and just have a day of chillin'.  but my sister called and she asked me to come and help her buy some now clothes.  she has a new job and has to come out of her comfy nursing uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off to the mall we went.  we were also met there buy my sister in law and my niece.  of course we went to bealls my favorite store.  boy they have some cute spring clothes out now.  we spent 5 1/2 hours in the mall.  i love helping people buy new clothes and coordinating them together.  ( i think that may become my new business when i retire from teaching) i love making beautiful women feel awesome about themselves.  anyway, we went to several stores.  i also got to help my sister in law buy a new dress for a wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was helping them, my daughters were looking for an easter dress.  not that i was really prepared to buy them that weekend, but they found really cute outfits that will work nicely for easter.  rebekah loves gouchos and hannah loves pants, hannah ened up with the long dress shorts and an adorable top to match.  they were so cute.   so i figures what would one weekend earlier make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we ended up going to olive garden with the family.  well most of the family.  my little sister is sick with the flu.  sorry baby girl. i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just really had a great day.  i love to shop with my girls.  when we move to frisco, i am sure that there will be lots of stories about me shopping with my girls.  we are going to have so much fun.  just think of what i will be able to buy up there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that this sounds very superficial, but i love shopping.  i know you are used to more spiritual blogs, but sorry girls, this is it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had a great time yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6044999914734765461?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6044999914734765461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6044999914734765461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6044999914734765461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6044999914734765461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-dresses-and-olive-garden.html' title='Easter Dresses and Olive Garden....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6040563365518567813</id><published>2008-03-06T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:35:22.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH,  THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFULL......</title><content type='html'>Well as you could probably guess, we did not make it all the way to Frisco today.  We left here about 8:00 a.m. only to be stopped before Abilene.  We also slid off the road in between Miles and Ballinger.  After that, David decided to try to drive to Abilene.  But we didn't even make very far past Jim Ned.  There were times that we were going 15-30 miles an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the assistant principal at the school where I was interviewing at at 3:00, and she happily rescheduled for next Tuesday at 12:30.  Even though I know God can see tomorrow, and He definitely had His hand of protection upon us, I was still disappointed.  Thank you Jesus for guiding us safely home.  I know He kept us from harm, however I still felt let down.  I was just ready to have this interview out of the way.  I am so ready for all of this to be over with.  I am ready to have a new job, new house, and be settled.  See A. I am great at giving comforting advise, but when the uncertainty lingers, it is easy to get  unhinged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the Lord saying to me on more than one occasion, to keep my eyes focused on Him.  Put him first, seek Him first, make Him the first priority in my life.  Oh Lord I am trying to the best of my ability, but sometimes my ability really stinks.  Can I just have everything now?  Can we just be done with all of this now?  What patience, wait on Me,  really Jesus are you talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was driving home from work and picking up the girls, I put in the c.d. from the retreat.  Boy did it minister to me.  Just to sit at Jesus' feet.  Rest in His arms, soak up His love and peace and mercy and grace until we are able to stand up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well life goes on and so will I .  I look forward to having a great interview next Tuesday.  I know that You are preparing a place for us!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I remind myself to rest in my Father's arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6040563365518567813?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6040563365518567813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6040563365518567813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6040563365518567813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6040563365518567813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-weather-outside-is-frightfull.html' title='OH,  THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFULL......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5778948014704758230</id><published>2008-02-25T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:13:51.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Girl, In a Big City Whirl.....</title><content type='html'>This weekend Kelly so generously drove me to Frisco Texas for a job fair on Saturday.   It so much fun.  Frisco is not the little city I remembered.  I had many emotions as we were stuck in traffic on Friday afternoon.  I felt excited, amazed, awed, intimidated and many other emotions.  I do have to admit that I was excited.  We got into Frisco around six in the evening.  Kelly has a fantastic sense of direction.  She was like super woman in that car just whipping it around to anywhere she wanted to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and found our hotel.  Then we went to eat at the best mexican restaurant.  La Hacinda's. Man did they have the best chicken fajitas.  We actually ate there twice.  It was that good.  After we ate, we found where the high school where i was to go for the job fair.   Kelly mentioned that night that maybe i could find my way back to the high school in the morning so she could rest a while.  You could have felt the panic rise in the car. But I was determined to do this with the Lord's help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the morning I set out on my own.  It was a massive high school.  Beautiful and new.  I saw my old principal and ran to give her hugs.  She just hugged me back.  The job fair went very well.  I had four interviews (minor) with four different principals.  My old principal told me she had my resume on her desk, and that she looked at it every morning.  She also said that when all of the letters of intent had been turned in and that all of the internal shuffling had been done, she would be giving me a call.  I left feeling pretty confident that I had a really good chance to get a job in about 3 weeks to a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I did not like selling myself to these principals over and over again.   It made me feel awkward.  Imagine that, I love to talk.  But that was weird.  Even though they were very nice.  It felt like a cattle sale.  So many people, so many tables, so many teachers old and new vying for the same positions.   Oh well, God's will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are close to placing our house on the market.  Time is really whizzing by. Wow can you believe that it is already March?  Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH KELLY FOR TAKING THIS SMALL TOWN GIRL TO THE BIG CITY.&lt;br /&gt;Love ya girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5778948014704758230?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5778948014704758230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5778948014704758230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5778948014704758230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5778948014704758230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/small-town-girl-in-big-city-whirl.html' title='Small Town Girl, In a Big City Whirl.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6785088200838305648</id><published>2008-02-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T19:43:20.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY   BUSY   BUSY.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we have been so busy lately.  sometimes i feel like a., do i have nothing to say, or do i just want to say nothing.  but it has been such a long time since i have posted, i feel like i have a lot to say tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david has just recently left, today.  he has been home for about two full weeks and weekends.  that was really nice.  we had fun.  he left today, and flies tomorrow.  he will be back the following friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been getting ready to place our house on the market.  we are going to put it on the market around the middle or end of march.  our realtor told us that we had better wait so that we do not have to move our things twice.  i don't know about you, but i don't like packing.  who does, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are getting our master bathroom ready. it needs some updating.  we already have painted it a pretty creamy brown color.  we are also going to paint the cabinets and change out all of the hardware and the light fixtures.  i am also going to frame the mirror.  it is one of those old mirrors, that covers the whole wall, above the sink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we do that we are going to change all the hard ware in the kitchen and update the lights.  i was going to paint the wood cabinets, but decided instead to clean then really good and coat them with some formbees wood stain on them.  i think since so much of the living room has wood in it, that will look better.  for those of you who do not know, my living room has wood cabinet shelves in them and our mantle over our fireplace is a pretty wood color.  i think this is the best and quickest and easiest solution for the time we have left to get the house ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are also going to do some curb appeal to the front and back yard.  we are also going to have the house painted on the outside.  so we have ALOT  of work to do.  maybe this will be our last move.  i kind of like being in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls are doing fine.  hannah is going to get contacts for her birthday.  she turns ten in one month.  can you believe it.  we are going to let her get her contacts early.  so tomorrow, we are going to the eye doctor to get fitted for them.  she is so excited. she sure is growing up fast.  she is also playing rec. b-ball. she loves it.  and i love watching her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bekah is doing fine.  she has really become a reader.  that is so fascinating to watch. i can't wait for her to play sports.  she will get to play softball in the spring.  she loves to play sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls are getting excited about the move.  we have been looking online at different houses on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time sure is passing fast. the weekends go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting ready for TAKS.  doing lots of tutoring.  i have sent off several applications and resumes.  i have a job fair for frisco on the 23rd of february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just continually trying to put everything in the Lord's hands. i know He will take care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one of my favorite new scriptures i have learned, and am learning to live by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man's way delights the Lord, He will make his feet sure, even though he stumbles, he will not utterly fall. He will uphold him with His hand.  I was young and now I am old, and I have never seen the righteous forsaken, or their children begging for bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Psalms 37:3-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go. I will counsel you with my eyes upon you. Do not be as the mule or the horse who are unwise and are controlled by a bit.&lt;br /&gt;                                         Psalm 33:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE IN THE LORD, AGAIN I SAY REJOICE. LET YOUR GENTLENESS BE KNOWN TO ALL MAN. BE ANXIOUS FOR NOTHING! BUT BY PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION MAKE YOUR REQUESTS KNOWN TO GOD. AND THE PEACE THAT SURPASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING WILL GAURD YOUR HEARTS AND MIND.  WHAT SO EVER THINGS ARE LOVELY, WHAT SO EVER THINGS ARE TRUE....... THINK ON THESE THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;                                          Philippians 4: 2-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6785088200838305648?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6785088200838305648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6785088200838305648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6785088200838305648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6785088200838305648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY   BUSY   BUSY.........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2894038356679706786</id><published>2008-01-14T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:42:43.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Steps......Big Faith......</title><content type='html'>i am sorry it has been such a long time since i have blogged.  when david is gone i am so busy with the girls and the routine of life, that i am too tired to blog.  i just want to sit in my blue recliner and veg.  sometimes doing nothing at all is the best gift a busy mother can give to herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other times when david is home, i not only feel compelled to spend every moment with him, i want to spend every moment with him.  the schedule seems to be 5-6 days gone, 5-7 days home.  which is really not that bad.  the adjustment is going better than i thought.  i must preface this by saying that when we are up in dallas, he will be home much, much, more.  some of those nights, he is staying up in dallas because he only has one day in between flights.  when he stays up there, we save a lot of money on gas.  but boy i so realized how much he does around everywhere for me.  i have always known that, but it sure is evident now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it is time for big steps to be taken.i was talking to a teacher who moved here from houston, and she said i needed to start sending out applications and resumes now.  wow. i wasn't quite ready for that, but here i go.  i am going to starts sending resumes' and applications to various small districts around dallas.  i know God will take care of things, but now as the time is drawing nearer, it has become ever more pressing on my mind.  it all still seems so big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not been in an interview in 10 years.  and the last interview was with my 6th grade teacher.  about all we talked about was how my parents were doing.    i pulled out my professional portfolio and he was like put that up i have known you for 20+ years.  then i went in to meet the kindergarten teacher i would be working with and we visited about school stuff for about 10 minutes and then we started talking about the blessings of God.  she had been struggling with infertility for years and i was telling about Hannah and how she came to be.  i don't really call that a true interview, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask for your prayers about where i should apply.  this not only affects me, but my precious girls.  they have really thrived in a small school setting and i would hate to miss God. i really would prefer to teach in a 2AA or 3AAA school setting.   i know He is big enough to find me, if i accidentally miss Him, but i so don't want to do that.  wherever i teach, will also determine the area that we buy a house.  it could also lead to where we go to church.  i so don't want to stumble in the area of hearing his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adventures in life always call for a large leap of faith. you know it is one thing to move with out children, it is quite another, when it involves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are beginning to get the house ready for sale.  we will put it on the market in march.  this is the advice from our Realtor.  we are definitely going to do some curb appeal to the house, along with some other areas inside the house itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG STEPS........    BIG FAITH.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your prayers, i love you all so much,&lt;br /&gt;    kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2894038356679706786?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2894038356679706786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2894038356679706786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2894038356679706786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2894038356679706786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-stepsbig-faith.html' title='Big Steps......Big Faith......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7124893933883431194</id><published>2008-01-03T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:24:52.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 years of Love.......</title><content type='html'>I have had the most wonderful Christmas vacation I have ever had.  I think my husband is one of the luckiest men I know.  Let me explain.  This December the 28th was David's parents 50th anniversary.  The four children and their spouses decided to throw them a reception with a dinner and dance last Saturday.  What a blast we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relatives from David's side of the family came down for it.  There were relatives from Colorado, Nevada, Iowa, Minnesota and other parts of the country.  I got to meet for the first time since I have been in the family, 22 years, some of David's cousins and aunts and uncles.  Imagine if you will a room full of relatives just like David.  We had so much fun.  Some of them came down Christmas Day.  Some of them came down the day or two after.  What a great time we had.  So many of David's family are so easy going.  We had such a great time.  David had to leave on Christmas night, but was able to see some of his relatives before he left for Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went over to the Poynor's and met some more relatives that I had never met before.  One of David's cousins came from Las Vegas.  His name is Tom.  He was just like David.  He was so funny.  I told him that I had been married to him for 18 years, he just  came to me in the form of David.  He was hysterical.  How funny.  I ended up spending the whole weekend with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night we had the reception.  My family was also invited and came.  During the reception, one of their granddaughters had put together a slide show and had taken some of the footage that Bob had on 8 mm reel to reel tape and had converted it to dvd.  All of the presentation had been put to music.  It was fabulous.  When the footage of David came on, I did tear up because he was not there.  But the tears were soon turned into laughter watching the growth and the development of this most special family.  What a privilege to be a part of such a rich heritage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was terrific.  The music was amazing and the company second to none.  David did get home later that night as we were going to the Poynor's.  On Sunday we went to the Poynor's all day so that David could visit with his family.  We had such a great time.  He just laughed.  They just hugged him and asked him all about his new job.  We finally got to have Christmas with the Poynor's on Sunday.  What a great time we had.  On Monday we went back over to the Poynor's as we saw some of the relatives off.  But later we went to Zentner's Daughters for supper.  There were 20 of us.  I got to sit by uncle Larry.  I have never met someone more funny.  It was hard to say goodbye to these wonderful people that I had just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Bekah got to meet their  great aunt who had made them their special blankets when they were  babies.  They got to meet cousins that they had never seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Bob and Celine 50 more wonderful years of wedded bliss.  I hope your life is filled with all the love and peace and joy that you deserve.  I am so thankful that 41 years ago you gave this world your son David.  What a gift.  He is a fabulous husband, father and friend.  What an awesome example of parenthood he had to fashion his life after. your children rise and call you blessed. You guys are such a blessing to me.  I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7124893933883431194?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7124893933883431194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7124893933883431194&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7124893933883431194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7124893933883431194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-years-of-love.html' title='50 years of Love.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-4904621532815392796</id><published>2007-12-23T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:14:58.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look Alot Like Christmas!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is looking a lot like Christmas at our house. I absolutely love this time of year.  I love the hustle and the bustle.  I love doing all the fun things with my girls that have become traditions in our house this time of year.  Yesterday we baked 3 batches of homemade cookies from scratch.  My daughter loves to cook and I have developed a love for baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow we are making three pecan pies, two butterfinger pies and more homemade cookies.  All of the pilots at David's new job have to fly on Wednesday so I thought I would make several batches for them to take on their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of the presents are wrapped.  All of the stocking stuffers are bought and ready to be placed in the stockings.  I can't wait until Christmas.  I get that from my daddy you know.  He was just like a little kid, when it came to Christmas.  And so am I.  I am always the first one up on Christmas morning.  I always get up and start the Christmas music playing, hoping to wake the girls up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the girls will wake us up this year.  Tonight we went looking at Christmas lights with the girls and my mom.  She might have to have hip replacement surgery after Christmas and right now she is on strong medicine to help with the pain. So we do not want to leave her by herself. She is supposed to use a walker or a wheel chair if she needs to get around.  She is staying at our house tonight.  I am so glad to have her here to serve her like she served me so many years growing up.  Christmas is all about Jesus, family, friends, and love. Lots and lots of love.  And sharing it with your loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things that we do is go to church as a family on Christmas Eve. So mom, if she feels up to it will go with us tomorrow to church for Christmas Eve service.  I love that being together in church on Christmas.  I just love it.  Then we are going to go to her house and help her prepare things for Christmas dinner.  We will have sandwiches and chips and dips for supper.  I just love the holidays. Did I mention that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas this year.  There is just something special in the air isn't there.  I think it is the Spirit of the Lord getting ready to do something miraculous, hopeful, joyous.  I can feel it can you? If you can't, spend sometime alone,  just with Jesus, then let Him whisper into your heart.  I bet you will be able to feel it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds and feels like our heavenly father reaching out to us in love.  Holding His family in His arms.  Comforting them, giving them peace, filling their hearts with matchless love and unending joy. Walking with them hand in hand and whispering sweet nothings into the ear of His bride. Telling us to draw nigh to Him. For redemption is near.  Telling us to rest in the arms of His perfected love. Telling us to look at the greatest gift ever given.  A priceless gift . His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His perfect Son. In a manger, a babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night the stars are brightly shining, this is the night of our dear Saviour's birth. ......&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices, oh night divine, oh night, when Christ was born oh night divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4904621532815392796?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4904621532815392796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4904621532815392796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4904621532815392796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4904621532815392796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look Alot Like Christmas!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-3066299945796058179</id><published>2007-12-17T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:22:44.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am sitting here in my class waiting for tonight's elementary christmas program. can you believe how fast the year is going by?  it simply amazes me.  it is hard to believe that the holidays are already upon us.  wasn't it just the first day of school yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at the end of the day sometimes i just sit in my room and listen to the silence.  when you have 19 little ones, silence in a priceless commodity.  i like to be in my room alone at the end of the day and just sit with nothing going through my mind.  when i first moved in here several years ago, i prayed over it.  there is a very peaceful feeling in this room.  there was even before i moved in here.  the teacher who was in here is also a christian. she is a person who is larger than life. she is the life of the party no matter where she is.  it is fun teahcing with her even though she is not my partner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;david gets to come home for the week, maybe even the weekend.  Yea!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this job is turning out great.  i hope it stays that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOY church was incredible yesterday, and evening.  the annointing was just flowing from the service.  what an incredible worship time we had. and the preaching was so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ttfn..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3066299945796058179?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3066299945796058179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3066299945796058179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3066299945796058179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3066299945796058179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5880563952802989531</id><published>2007-12-15T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:46:39.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yea!!!  i get to go pick up my baby today!!!</title><content type='html'>today i get to pick up my hunny in llano.  (believe me that is the only reason that i am awake this early on a saturday morning. )  he is flying into llano which is only about 2 1/2 hrs. away. so i am going to pick him up around 9:00. then i have to take him back in the late morning for a 1:00 flight back to addison. so i probably will not be in church tomorrow. but i will be with my hunny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea!!!!  the girls are so excited to have their daddy home.  so am i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to have a wunnerful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5880563952802989531?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5880563952802989531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5880563952802989531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5880563952802989531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5880563952802989531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/yea-i-get-to-go-pick-up-my-baby-today.html' title='yea!!!  i get to go pick up my baby today!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7727059973620942693</id><published>2007-12-14T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:22:54.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!!!! Just Five More Days!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well that just about sums it up right there.  i am so ready for Christmas break!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7727059973620942693?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7727059973620942693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7727059973620942693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7727059973620942693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7727059973620942693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/yea-just-five-more-days.html' title='Yea!!!! Just Five More Days!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6824353277490969452</id><published>2007-12-11T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:10:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting....</title><content type='html'>i am learning to adjust to life without david here all the time.  i have to be honest, it is easier than i thought.  (all the credit goes to the big guy upstairs.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls and i have found a routine that we follow daily, or most of the time.  i try to get everything done on the weekends, but invariably, something else pops up, and we just adjust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am amazed, i shouldn't be, but i am, how i feel like God has been preparing me for this particular time in my life for a long time.  maybe my whole life.  i feel stronger than i have ever felt in my whole life. like every step i have taken before was ordained for this moment in time.  i know i keep talking about this on my blog.  many years ago i would not have responded to the well to recent developments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always felt so weak, so insignificant, so unimportant.  most of my life i always tried to measure up.  always feeling like i never made the mark or even came close to it.  always trying to get the approval of someone, anyone, just anyone.  working so hard just to be good enough.  don't get me wrong, i had glimpses of glitter. i had moments of shining.  i had times that were good even great.  but then the moment would fade, and that old feeling would come back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something is different now.  something is new now.  i have know Christ for so long.  or thought i had.  i know i was saved. but now it is different.  i know what it is like to walk with Him, talk with Him, sit at His feet where nothing else matters.  everything fades away.  i know that it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of me.  i do not get my joy from anyone else but Christ.  i have learned that when we get our joy from Him and totally lean on Him. it doesn't matter what else is going on in our lives, we can be at peace and rest in the One who created us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.  and something deep inside me says it won't.   i feel at peace, in Him. i feel strong, in Him. i feel safe, in Him.  i feel amazingly full of joy, in him.  my cup runneth over.  i am complete, in Him. how can i ever say thank you? thank you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy for my hubby.  every time i talk to him, his radiance just comes pouring through the phone.  he is so excited.  for the first time in my life, my happiness for him precludes any feelings that i thought i would have. it is an honor to be his wife and the mother of his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a new bird learning to leave the nest.  soon to soar with the eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step i take, i take in You, You are my way Jesus. every step i take i take in You. &lt;br /&gt;every breathe i take, i breathe in You, You are my way Jesus. every breathe i breathe in You.&lt;br /&gt;waves of mercy..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6824353277490969452?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6824353277490969452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6824353277490969452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6824353277490969452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6824353277490969452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/adjusting.html' title='Adjusting....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6912320865131923080</id><published>2007-12-04T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:04:16.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how, i don't know where, i don't know when....</title><content type='html'>as the news of our moving has gotten out, i have had so many people ask me how i feel about it.  for a first time in my life, i truly understand what it talks about in scripture when it says,  be anxious for nothing, but by prayer and supplication, make your requests know to God and the peace which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds forever.  i can truly answer people and say that i am at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you notice that the word doesn't tell us that the peace sits in our mind and hearts, or lays in our hearts and minds.  that would be  passive peace.  but God's peace is pro-active.  His peace GUARDS our hearts and minds. a guard stands watch over who he is protecting, always looking, always ready to do battle for his comm rads.   i am a living example of this.  Please do not mis-understand, i am not being braggadocios, or conceited, i just feel like for once in my life, i  have a grasp on one verse, or principal from the word.  IT IS ALL GOD. my normal fleshly nature is to freak, panic, try to control everything, worry, fret.  and i am not saying that i won't have periods of this, sometime before we move. i am not saying that i won't shed tears or look at my precious  family and feel incredibly sad. or be sitting in church on a sunday morning and feel so  lonely, i want to just run out of church, because i know soon i will have to look for another church family. but for this time, and this place, i am at perfect peace.  God is truly in control. i feel as if He is holding my heart and my mind in the palm of His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also believe that because He is helping me be at such peace with all of the changes that are taking place in my life, that my girls are at peace too.  they seem to be excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where we will move, or where i will teach, or where my girls will go to school, or where we will live.  i just know that there is nothing i can do about it today. so i might as not allow the enemy to have any ground and try to ruin any part of my life.  God is strengthening me. i can feel it.  daily as i sit with Him, He gives me such peace. i asked Him the first night that david was gone to be my husband, to sleep with me during the night so that i could rest.  i so want  to be an awesome mommy and daddy to my girls when david is gone.  i felt His presence in the room more than i usually do.  thank you, Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not know what is going to happen today, tomorrow, but i know God is holding my hand and helping me take my life right now, one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Peace, wonderful Peace, coming down from the Father above. Watch over my spirit and love me i pray, in fathomless billows of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The  Bible says that we are to pursue peace. Jesus help me to continue to seek You above anything or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how, i don't know where, i don't know when.  BUT I KNOW WHO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and for now that is all i need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6912320865131923080?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6912320865131923080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6912320865131923080&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6912320865131923080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6912320865131923080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-how-i-dont-know-where-i.html' title='i don&apos;t know how, i don&apos;t know where, i don&apos;t know when....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-7250236369513827592</id><published>2007-12-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:22:11.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up, And Away.....</title><content type='html'>david left for addison last night at about 5:45.  the girls wanted to have lunch with him, so we did.  they wanted to go to zoo-kinis.  so we did.  it was actually pretty good.  or maybe it was just the company.  well anyway, david is in addison at flight training school.  he is learning first to fly the citationIV, i think.  anyway i know it is some type of citation.  he will be in training today and then tomorrow he has his first flight.  he was supposed to have three days of training, but they scheduled a flight at the last minute.  don't worry, he will be flying left seat so, he will not be in control of the airplane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a saying for left seat pilots, that david taught me a long time ago.  it is gear up, flaps up, shut up.  that is his job for the next couple of days, months, or a year.  until the cheif pilot thinks he is ready for something more.  (HEY, do you think david taught me that saying for a reason?)  he he he he........ anyway it is more complicated than i made it sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will practice on a simulator all day today.  he sounded so excited last night when i talked to him at 11:00 p.m.  that is when he got to mckinney.  he will be staying with his bobby and gina ( my brother and sister in law) when he is up there working.  it is so sweet of them to let him stay there.  thank you so much!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will be up there for a while i think.  i really don't know.  i am hoping he will get to come home sometime next week, but i don't know for sure.  anyway, i am so excited for him.  he has waited so long for an opportunity like this.  i could learn a lesson from him about patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my thought are up in dallas with him today. praying for him, hoping that he is having the time of his life.  i can't wait for all of the stories he will have when he comes home. they will be great.  they always are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya, sky king.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7250236369513827592?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7250236369513827592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7250236369513827592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7250236369513827592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7250236369513827592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up, Up, And Away.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-9066318912957461484</id><published>2007-11-27T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:00:31.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world according to kim......</title><content type='html'>* my daughter made the fourth grade U.I.L. poetry team.   she is one of 10 that tried out.  the&lt;br /&gt;   team is 4 people.  i am so proud of her.  she tried out for music memory and number sense&lt;br /&gt;   and missed the number sense team just barely, her coach said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i am tired of my throat hurting. it is hard to teach when your throat is all scratchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my daughters seem to be adjusting to the news of the move.  there are sometimes that they     are  actually  excited about it. it is funny how before you are a mom your prayers are always&lt;br /&gt;   about you or your spouse.  but when you become a mommy, you spend your days and&lt;br /&gt;   nights praying for your children. so you entrust your children to God, knowing that He&lt;br /&gt;   loves them more than you ever could.  even though that is hard to imagine.   knowing that&lt;br /&gt;   He can see tomorrow when you can't see past the end of your nose.  knowing that He already&lt;br /&gt;   has the perfect church, the perfect house, the perfect school, the perfect friends, just waiting&lt;br /&gt;   for their arrival.  they are after all, your children so nothing less than perfect will do.  but He&lt;br /&gt;   is such a loving God, He gives no less.   and so trembling, yet trying to be strong ,  in faith, you&lt;br /&gt;   step out.  step by step, small at first, but then as you feel His presence in every step you take,&lt;br /&gt;   your steps become bolder. finally knowing that He is guiding you on this perfect path that He&lt;br /&gt;   created just for you and no one else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we are still waiting to find out if david leaves Fri. Sat. or Sun. for his new flight school.  i am so&lt;br /&gt;    excited for him.  he is just beaming.  i love him so much and it is so fun to watch his face light&lt;br /&gt;   up when he speaks about his new job.  he is almost hopping around the house.  he is renewing&lt;br /&gt;   his passport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i sit in my classroom, thinking what an honor it has been to teach in the school that i have&lt;br /&gt;   taught in for 10 years.  i have so many kids that i truly love and will miss, when i leave.  i&lt;br /&gt;   hope they still carry the piece of my heart that i gave to each of them when i was guardian&lt;br /&gt;   of their learning. each room has  a piece of my heart, where i shared a part of who i was&lt;br /&gt;   with them.  i hope that each student that i  taught, will remember that there is a teacher&lt;br /&gt;   out there that truly loved them and prayed for them.  my first students are sophomores now.&lt;br /&gt;   i hope they remember my smile and the times of laughter that they shared with me. i hope&lt;br /&gt;   they remember the times of struggle that they faced in my room and how they came out with&lt;br /&gt;   success shinning down  on them.  they too, have helped me become the person God created me&lt;br /&gt;   to be.  i will never forget them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i love that old school.  i grew up there.  i learned how to be a christian and stand up for what&lt;br /&gt;   i believed in there. i dated my first boyfriend there.  went to my first homecoming dance there.&lt;br /&gt;   i was a cheerleader there.  lettered in sports, held a boys hand, had my first kiss, learned            what  it took to be a  friend in that little rural town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i had dreams of my girls growing up there.  experiencing some of the "firsts" there, like&lt;br /&gt;   i did.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* but the one i call Master has a better plan.  i know that.  i trust that.  i am excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i am ready for christmas. i absolutely love the holidays.  i love being with my family and&lt;br /&gt;   friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-9066318912957461484?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9066318912957461484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=9066318912957461484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/9066318912957461484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/9066318912957461484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-according-to-kim.html' title='the world according to kim......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5637239718659229157</id><published>2007-11-24T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:23:13.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Adventure Continues..........</title><content type='html'>i knew when i married david 18 years ago that my life would never be boring.  he often sayes that about me, but my life is not the one who has the potential for change.  most teachers stay at their school, the one that hires them, until they retire.  we only leave for one reason. our hubbies get a new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is our situation now.  when God closes one door He always opens another.  david got a call as we were coming out of wed. church one week ago.  he went for an interview last saturday. this is why i was in the house all day last saturday waiting on the phone call, to see if my life was going to change forever.  we found out this last monday that he was hired.  he will be flying out of addison starting nov. 30th.  the name of the company is rkk management.  they fly for two men that own an oil and gas company in dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be moving at the end of the school year. david will commute back and forth for now.  we did not want to uproot our family in the middle of the school year.  i am so excited for my husband.  he so deserves this.  it is a good company with a good future. even though we know our future is in the hands of God.  just as the preacher said last sunday.  we do the possible, God takes care of the impossible.  this company is going to allow my husband to further his career with out sacrificing his family.  God always knows best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am sad to be leaving friends that have SO been a bright and shining part of my life, i am thrilled for my hubby.  i am thankful for our blogging community that stretches across the miles.  it knows no boundary.  so now we will carry our friendships through the miles. what God has brought together No Man, No Job, No Distance, will tear apart. girlfriends are not something that i take lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will continue to call on you for your unconditional love and support, as you have so generously given to me in the past.  i love you. you are apart of God's richest blessing in my life.  i take none of you for granted.  our hearts are bonded together with gentle cords that have been woven by the master weaver.  and as pastor always says a three cord strand is not easily broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new adventure begins.  i am exited, sad, joyful, hopeful, and at peace.  for my constant companion is ever with me.  with His hand holding my heart. leading and guiding me.  taking me to places that provide new opportunities. new opportunities that provide us to soar like eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that you are forever in my heart, my mind, my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5637239718659229157?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5637239718659229157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5637239718659229157&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5637239718659229157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5637239718659229157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-adventure-continues.html' title='And The Adventure Continues..........'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-1884382233578198915</id><published>2007-11-20T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:37:54.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MM!!!! Can You Smell The Turkey And Dressing?</title><content type='html'>we are out for thanksgiving and i am so excited. today when i got off work david and i and the girls went and looked for a wall oven. we found one at lowe's and we are ordering it tomorrow.  we had to come home and remeasure to make sure we were ordering the correct size.  we got a great deal on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our home was built in the sixties, so our oven doesn't have those vents at the top or bottom like a lot of them do now.  so our oven size will actually be  a little smaller. but that's ok. they will deliver it in ten days.  i am excited to have one again. we have been living with out an oven for four months. but my sister was sweet enough to lend us their counter oven thingie. and for us it was quite big enough. maybe it is a toaster oven?  however it is bigger than a toaster oven.  can you tell i am not a Master Cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound wierd, but one of the things i do at the beginning of every vacation is clean my house.  i just enjoy the holiday better, if my house is clean.  so me and the girls and david started cleaning at 4:00 and we finished at about 6:30.  the girls are really becoming a big help in helping keep the house clean.  and just cleaning the house.  then we had supper.  thank the Lord for hamburger helper.  my girls love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, we will go get all of the groceries for thanksgiving.   i always make the pecan pies, one with chocolate chips, one with out.  i also make pistachio  green salad.  it is so good.  sometimes hannah and i will make  an  apple pie.  it is a recipe that hannah got from la, and ang. when they were holding that princess class on sunday nights up at the church.   by the way thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tomorrow night, we will go to my sister lisa's house and bake.  we have been doing that for many years.  the girls really enjoy it. so do i. i love my big sis.  thanksgiving is going to be at her house  this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday her and i and my sister in law will go shopping.  it is going to be a great weekend.  it's going to be cold.  YAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1884382233578198915?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1884382233578198915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1884382233578198915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1884382233578198915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1884382233578198915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/mm-can-you-smell-turkey-and-dressing.html' title='MM!!!! Can You Smell The Turkey And Dressing?'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6667552431913454968</id><published>2007-11-15T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:06:25.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK SO I AM NOT AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well as you all know my wonderful, fabulous, incredible, amazing, loving, shall i go on, friends bought me an i shuffle for my birthday.  so i decided to put some c.d.'s on my play list and place them on my shuffle. to begin with, i realized that alot of my c.d.s were scratched.  i have to admit that i am pretty bad about placing them back in the case.  i know, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i found some c.d's  that were not scratched, i tried to place them on my shuffle. now for those of you who do not know these ipod thingies are not the most user friendly pieces of technology. so i got my husband to try to download them on my shuffle. he couldn't figure it out, either. now i must say for me not to be able to figure something out is not that much of a stretch.  i am just a little blond under all the unnatural colors that have been applied to my head.  well he could not figure it out either.  he became really frustrated.  this is not his character at all. after all he lives with me and two other women so his natural level of frustration has been raised just a little over the last 21 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we go to church last night and i spoke to rdm, computer wizard extraordinare, and she told both of us how to get the songs on the i pod.  i asked her to tell both of us how to do load the music, not trusting myself to remember.  so we were ohhhhhhhhhhh, that's how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get home and try to load. aslrkty poqseotha;welr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  we still cannot get it to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  even after we were given such WONDERFUL directions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my BRILLIANT husband thinks that maybe, just maybe, it's the mouse!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today, he bought a new mouse.  I got on and became a play list creating junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA,HA,HA,  SO I AM NOT AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please if you feel to the contrary, i give you permission to keep that to yourself!  ( he he he he he he he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some great moral to give you at this time, but as typical, with me there is not.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you to look more carefully at the directions, there weren't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I now am enjoying my shuffle SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Music is so much of who i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6667552431913454968?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6667552431913454968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6667552431913454968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6667552431913454968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6667552431913454968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok-so-i-am-not-idiot.html' title='OK SO I AM NOT AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-3416474295993615694</id><published>2007-11-13T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:26:21.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWWWW !!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunday David had to work. So for lunch we went to a friend's house for lunch.  In the middle of lunch Bekah just bursts into tear.  When we got home, I asked Bekah why she was so sad.  She said I just really miss daddy.  I rocked her and told her that she could call daddy. She said no. Today when we got home she told him she cried yesterday.  He asked why?  She said i hurt.  David asked, "What hurts?"  She looked at him with the most pitiful eyes and said, "My heart daddy, my heart." I literally had tears rolling down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3416474295993615694?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3416474295993615694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3416474295993615694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3416474295993615694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3416474295993615694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/awwww.html' title='AWWWW !!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1525153188382946738</id><published>2007-11-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:39:36.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time Traditions.....</title><content type='html'>Yes this is my favorite time of year. I absolutely LOVE the holiday season. It was my favorite time as a child and it is my favorite time as an adult.  I think I love it more now because I get to experience Christmas through the eyes of my children. This is long do not feel obligated to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* One of the most fun ways we start off our Christmas is, me and all of my sisters get up at 4:00 a.m. the Friday after Thanksgiving to go shopping.  I  have saved some BIG money doing this. We start off the morning with hot chocolate and off we go. I go pick up everyone because I have the biggest vehicle.  Then after we shop, we go to Ihop for breakfast.  Sometimes we go back out after breakfast, and sometimes we go home and take naps.  The boys go hunting in the evening or sometimes in the morning while we are gone.  My nieces spend the night to watch the girls.  It is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We watch EVERY single Christmas show together that comes on the 25 days of Christmas on the family channel.  They show all of the old shows that I used to watch when I was a kid at my grandma's house on Christmas Eve.  I sit with my kids and we watch them together on the couch. My girls take turns sitting in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We listen to All types of Christmas music on our 30 minute trek to school everyday.  Our favorite is Manheim Steamroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We decorate our Christmas tree on the first Friday in December.  (But this year I think we are going to try doing it the Saturday after Thanksgiving.) Do ya'll have any pro's or con's to that. Any ideas. We watch Christmas movies while we are putting the decorations on the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The girls get a new ornament every year.  We have alot of Hello Kitty and Disney and Princess' on our tree.  I have ornaments that my students have given me that always go on the tree. I have some that are 12 years old.  When I was growing up my mom put toy ornaments on our tree.  Nobody else in the family wanted them so they are now hanging on our tree. Some of them are 35 years old. I love that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The girls and I always make cookies and pies and treats for the holidays together, and you guessed it we are watching Christmas movies while we are baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When I was a little girl, my grandma used to have Christmas on Christmas Eve. Now that she is with Jesus, one of my aunts on my dad's side of the family, has a get together.  We get together with all of my cousins that can make it at my aunt's house.  It is nice to do this with extended family that we don't see very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* David and I go on a Christmas date to finish up the girls Christmas shopping.  We take a whole  day on a Saturday.  We have lunch and go shopping and go see a movie and sometimes we even pick out things for each other. We have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We always take the girls the night before Christmas Eve to see all the lights and then we go have hot chocolate at Ihop.  A lot of times we will also do this with another family.  We have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On Christmas Eve  my whole family goes to church together.  We rotate what church we go to.  After that we always come to my house for a lat Christmas Eve supper.  We started this tradition because I have a brother in law that never got to come to Christmas with us. He was always working at the fire department.  He has been with the f.d. long enough  now that he gets to have Christmas with us, but we just kept the tradition up.  Hannah and Rebekah also write a letter to Santa and they leave it out for Santa to respond to, which he always does. (With milk and cookies and carrots for the reindeer.)  The girls wear new p.j.'s to bed on Christmas Eve.  Last year I found matching p.j.s for all of us. We were all in Dallas Cowboy p.j.s. David had blue and me and the girls had pink and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* On Christmas morning, we always have hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls for breakfast, after we open our presents.  Santa always leaves one big present unwrapped, because he is way to busy to wrap them. Santa also leaves our stockings full on Christmas morning.  We open those first.  David plays santa and hands out all of the gifts.  We put them in a pile by each child, and then they open them one at a time, from youngest to oldest.  David and I participate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* After we have our little family Christmas we go to either my parents house or my in-laws, depending upon whose turn it is.  We usually do Christmas Day with my mom and the day after or day before, with David's parents since he has family that lives out of town.  Usually the day after. This allows them to have Christmas Day with their family with out having to travel on Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I told you it was long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1525153188382946738?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1525153188382946738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1525153188382946738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1525153188382946738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1525153188382946738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-time-traditions.html' title='Christmas Time Traditions.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5831998655103998382</id><published>2007-11-05T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:00:52.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart.......</title><content type='html'>*well i have not fallen off the blogging wagon, i just haven't had much to say.  can you believe it is november?  i love the fall. it is my favorite time of the year.  i love thanksgiving, christmas. i love the crisp air as i walk out to get into my car in the morning.   tomorrow it is supposed to be very cold. i like that. i love wearing bulky sweaters and smelling other people's fire places.  i love mounds of leaves that are all the shades of fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am so proud of my children.  bekah is learning to read and takes great pleasure in reading to me at night instead of me reading to her.  she is so funny. she keeps us laughing. one of the small pleasures that i get to delight in is, that i get to watch her everyday on the playground. i get to watch her interact with her friends. she comes everyday to the "teacher bench" to get a drink from my tea glass. it is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i am watching hannah turn into a young lady right before my very eyes.  now don't get me wrong, i know she is only nine, soon to be 10, but the change in her is taking place slowly.  she is getting to that stage where she is beginning to take care of somethings on her own. she is slowly becoming confident in who God has created her to be. i can see her beginning to enter that cocoon, where she will emerge  one day as a beautiful butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i am blessed to have these two precious beautiful creatures in my life.  what a privilege it is to be a mother.  it is better than anything in the world. i love my babies. i had a wonderful weekend with them.  we went to a tea party, went shopping, went to eat at pizza hut, and took a trip to watch volleyball.  i love spending time with my girls.  thank you Jesus, for the richest blessing you have placed in my life.  lead me and guide me as i help them become the women you have created them to be.  let me lead them straight into your arms. help them live a life of extraordinary purpose.  allow them to feel your sweet presence in their life.  be the lover of their soul.  walk with them hand in hand everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5831998655103998382?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5831998655103998382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5831998655103998382&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5831998655103998382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5831998655103998382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-heart.html' title='my heart.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1702966439461006141</id><published>2007-10-28T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T06:50:15.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gal Pals!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gal Pals- what would we do with out them. I surely don't know.  I wanted to thank my gal pals for such a wonderful birthday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To my peeps:  You are bright and shining stars in my life that burn brightly.  I am so thankful for your tenderness, your love, the laughter and tears that you share with me. Thanks for laughing with me, singing with me, and walking with me hand in hand on this journey  we call life.  I am so thankful for all of you. I love you.  So to RW, REE, K, Marmie: Here is my thank you wish just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                May you be filled with the love of God that compares to none. May His richest blessings be yours.  May your life be filled with joy unspeakable, peace that nothing can take away. May happiness find you at every corner. May you be surrounded with people that will always be there for you.  May you be blessed in everything you do. May your children rise and call you blessed. I pray that you are surrounded be people who pour into your life just as much as you have poured into mine. I pray  I am one of those people for you.  I pray that you know how much you are loved by not only me , but by our heavenly father.  I love you all so dearly.  I pray that you see God's hand in your life as I see how you are being used by God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for making this years' birthday the best. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the melodies in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  Love You,&lt;br /&gt;       Kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1702966439461006141?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1702966439461006141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1702966439461006141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1702966439461006141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1702966439461006141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/gal-pals.html' title='Gal Pals!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7259196840962951133</id><published>2007-10-20T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T07:30:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>O.K. I'v Been Tagged by Meems......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are seven different, wild, crazy things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When a was little, I wanted to grow up to be the Avon lady. I have no idea why. It is not like I knew someone who sold it.????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I always pretend that David and I have won $ 52,000,000  in the car while I am driving home from work.  Never on the way to work, just on the way home. And i think about all the ways we could spend the money.  It is always that amount.  Never more never less. Like who would need more???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a special trick with safety pins. Sometime ask me about them and i will tell you????? How about that, does that drive you crazy?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I always wanted to be a doo- op girl from the 50's.  I love all of the oldies music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I love to play the football game with the sugar packets when you are sitting at a restaurant waiting for your food. I have hit many a stranger in the back of the head while playing.  I have never gotten anyone mad at me. They just look at me with delight in remembrance of playing the game or sheer PITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I absolutely love John Denver music.  You don't hear that every day do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  When I have a  picture taken of me I take my tongue and  suck it to the top of the roof of my mouth and it pulls my turkey waddle up, so I think it makes it look a little smaller in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I tag Angela and Jenny.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7259196840962951133?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7259196840962951133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7259196840962951133&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7259196840962951133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7259196840962951133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-8722329118897171633</id><published>2007-10-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:40:27.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Conversation......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    You have romanced my soul! Consume me, Jesus! You have restored my soul like none other. In Your presence you take me from a small child and while I am in the midst of Your grace I am changed. Your tender touch reached the deepest part of me where no one else can see even when they look. You make me want to be more like You! You draw me closer to You and I am not the same. In Your presence I become who I am supposed to be! &lt;br /&gt;  My love for You grows and grows. And I realize that I desperately need You. When I am with You like now, a completeness of soul floods me. The journey with You is full of joy, peace, tears, struggle, fear and finally restoration and a wholeness that words cannot express.  There are no shortcuts with You. And I often beg You for one. But in Your wisdom, You gently decline. For You love us so much,that You are more concerned with our character and not our comfort. But my how You comfort, when we surrender to Your gently loving hand. It is there in the midst of solitude that we most often find ourselves in, that Your complete presence is found.  And if we will take the time to sit at your feet but just a moment, we are ministered to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    It is Your greatest desire to spend time with Your children.  I am so sorry that so many times I do not make real time for You.  Because I know the insurmountable blessing that You give when I make You a top priority.  I love You Daddy.  And so long to be with You.  Forever be with me.  Take me by the hand and lead me through life.  I love You Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8722329118897171633?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8722329118897171633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=8722329118897171633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8722329118897171633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8722329118897171633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/quiet-conversation.html' title='A Quiet Conversation......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-3274528629285496583</id><published>2007-10-14T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:13:49.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am....     i hope it is ok that it is late.</title><content type='html'>i am joyful and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;               i wonder about my real mother and how she could choose to leave us.&lt;br /&gt;               i hear the flutter of angels' wings in a gentle breeze.&lt;br /&gt;               i see heaven as a grassy meadow.&lt;br /&gt;               i want to be everything God intended me to be.&lt;br /&gt;               i am joyful and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              i pretend that i can sing like the angels.&lt;br /&gt;              i feel things very deeply.&lt;br /&gt;              i touch the rays of heaven and dance with the moon beams.&lt;br /&gt;              i worry that i won't do a good enough job as a mom.&lt;br /&gt;              i cry when i feel overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;              i am a joyful and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             i understand that i cannot be all things to all people.&lt;br /&gt;             i say i love you to someone everyday.&lt;br /&gt;             i try to mend the world.&lt;br /&gt;             i hope when i die Jesus sayes to me as He takes me in His arms, well done faithful&lt;br /&gt;             daughter.&lt;br /&gt;            i am joyful and full of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3274528629285496583?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3274528629285496583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3274528629285496583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3274528629285496583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3274528629285496583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-i-hope-it-is-ok-that-it-is-late.html' title='I Am....     i hope it is ok that it is late.'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7183256032718887860</id><published>2007-10-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:13:49.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!!!!! They Still Fit....</title><content type='html'>Does it amaze you when you pig out for a few days and your jeans or new jeans that you just bought still fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  It is the Halloween Season and from now until after Christmas my kids will be bringing in all sorts of treats for me.  Which is so sweet.  Many times I have the will power to not eat any of it.  But after several days of not eating, a person's will power begins to slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last three days I have had more chocolate than any one human should have, in said three days.  Well today I went to target to get a few things. I decided to try on a pair of jeans, as a way to force myself into submission again, thinking there is no way I will be able to fit into that size. And wouldn't you know it, the same size still fits.  Now don't get me wrong, it is not like they are a tiny size, but none the less they still fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Now for all of you ready to give me some advise, instead of laughing with me, don't get me wrong I know this pattern can not be continued. I just thought it was kind of comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7183256032718887860?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7183256032718887860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7183256032718887860&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7183256032718887860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7183256032718887860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-they-still-fit.html' title='WOW!!!!!!! They Still Fit....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-1191621508090845041</id><published>2007-10-08T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:18:51.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing with my daddy......</title><content type='html'>i danced with my daddy yesterday.  what happiness filled my soul.  i was filled with sheer delight.  i felt like a little girl in the arms of her father.  what freedom and what bliss i experienced with my heavenly father on Sunday.  to be in the presence of the Lord with complete abandon, and know that he is delighted with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; do you remember being in a beautiful dress that was a whirly twirly dress. well i wasn't in a dress, but i certainly was whirling and twirling with my daddy yesterday.  as we twirled together, hand in hand, i remember the warm sunshine on my face just a few short weeks ago.  even though there was other people in the room, i was in my secret place with my daddy. He ministered to me love, peace, grace, mercy and sheer and utter joy. He smiled at me, and i smiled at Him the way a little girl smiles at her daddy. in that secret place i felt safe, loved, not judged, worthy, appreciated, adored and so full of love that i could have burst out of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no words to describe how i felt.  i remember dancing with my earthly father at my wedding. how safe i felt in his arms, even though i was 22 years old.  i remember looking into my father's eyes and feeling so loved. i knew he was so proud of me, even though there were no words spoken. just the way he held me let me know that he approved of my life and my choice in my mate.   my father's loving gaze told me of his acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way my heavenly daddy made me feel yesterday. like i was once again in my wedding dress, dancing on my wedding day. and even though there were 200'ish people at my wedding, while i was dancing with my father, it was just me and him, swaying to the  music. the same took place yesterday. just me and my heavenly father dancing with delight in each other. what peace flooded my soul.  i just long to stay there with Jesus in our secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like i kissed my earthy father on the cheek for dancing with me at my wedding, i humbly bowed down to kiss my heavenly daddy's feet.  thanking Him for His sweet, sweet presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1191621508090845041?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1191621508090845041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1191621508090845041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1191621508090845041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1191621508090845041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/dancing-with-my-daddy.html' title='dancing with my daddy......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-8975362934364999568</id><published>2007-10-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:31:34.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just some ramblings.......</title><content type='html'>it has been a good week, but i am tired.  wow! i am 41 who would have thought?  didn't i just graduate from high school just a few short weeks ago.  didn't i just have my first baby, no wait, my second?  boy life flies by fast.&lt;br /&gt;  it is the end of the first six weeks, wow where did the time go.  does anyone else just collapse into bed the way i do?  you fall asleep and then the next moment it is time to get up again. i have come to realize that the older we get the faster the nighttime flies by. &lt;br /&gt;  i don't really know much.  we watched the twins play their first jr. high game tonight. travis caught an interception. our family shot up like he had just won the superbowl.  you should have seen their mom bursting with pride.  it was so exciting, even though we lost the game. &lt;br /&gt; i am looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. you have a great one. take time to sit and enjoy the weekend. have a cup of coffee, read the paper, or your favorite magazine.  talk on the phone with a friend. take time to smell the roses.&lt;br /&gt; set some time just for you and your maker to reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-8975362934364999568?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8975362934364999568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=8975362934364999568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8975362934364999568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/8975362934364999568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-some-ramblings.html' title='just some ramblings.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-1913512043807816771</id><published>2007-10-01T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:40:45.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Ever.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RwGTeeKdXnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/owoQMXGOAmY/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RwGTeeKdXnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/owoQMXGOAmY/s400/IMG_1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116532803371884146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed. I truly have had the best birthday ever. On Saturday, my family gathered at my mother's house to have lasagna for mine and my sister's birthdays. We had a nice relaxing time.&lt;br /&gt;Last night the girls wanted to give me my gift early, and of course I didn't object. They gave me a beautiful jewelry armoire.  It is truly beautiful. Then my girls gave me three pair of earrings and some lotion. I was so surprised by the armoire. The girls were so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was called by a dear sweet friend, K, who called me at 6:55 to wish me a happy birthday. It was such a sweet delight. Then when I get to work my secret pal left me a wonderful gift . When I walked down my hall, my teacher partner and friend gave me some body gel that smells heavenly.  Several of my students gave me gifts. The sweetest gift was a little boy who gave me five of his trading football cards. I was SO touched.  It was so precious. Another little boy gave a football that he had won during our spirit week last week.  There are no words to describe how I felt. I also got an apple and a bag of gummy bears that a little girls had brought for her snack that she had purchased last week with her tickets that she had earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were lining up to go to music, my husband shows up with flowers and 4 w.w. snack cakes with candles in them.  Later that day Hannah walks in and gives me pink flowers that David had previously brought out but were in another room.  While I am tutoring, David calls to say that some friends have invited us over to eat fajitas. Thanks T &amp;amp;D, I will take you up on it at another time. I am a bit of a hermit, when I get off of work during the week. Especially on Monday. Kids also go to bed by eight during the week. I can't wait to see the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home  I find messages from my family, wishing me  a happy birthday. David tells me to sit down and pulls up my blog where I see my bright and shiny face. WHAT A TREAT TO HAVE A BIRTHDAY MESSAGE ON MY BLOG FROM MY DEAR, DEAR, SWEET FRIEND, RW. Yes, I do remember the day we met and the 2 hour conversation that we had at that restaurant. You were an answer to my prayers. And you will always hold a part of my heart that belongs only to you. You are such a blessing to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read all of your birthday wishes, I am so filled with love for you. You all have so richly blessed my life in so many different ways.  You are the bright stars that fill my life with love and light. My world is brighter because of you. May God's richest blessing be yours. May God's face always shine on you. I dearly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for your richest blessings. May I grow in your wisdom and grace and love and mercy. May I always bless others the way they have blessed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1913512043807816771?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1913512043807816771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1913512043807816771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1913512043807816771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1913512043807816771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-birthday-ever.html' title='The Best Birthday Ever.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RwGTeeKdXnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/owoQMXGOAmY/s72-c/IMG_1845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-3451694344376844982</id><published>2007-10-01T05:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:25:48.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kimmie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RwDl7OKdXmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QIwIrrqfvaA/s1600-h/4th+july+picnic+and+mohawk+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116341982269890146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RwDl7OKdXmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QIwIrrqfvaA/s400/4th+july+picnic+and+mohawk+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIMMIE!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;this is rw i have hijacked kimmie's blog (with permission of course). i thought it would be nice for kimmie's blogging friends to post her a happy birthday comment or even a funny story to help make her birthday extra special. so lets get to posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3451694344376844982?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3451694344376844982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3451694344376844982&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3451694344376844982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3451694344376844982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-kimmie.html' title='Happy Birthday Kimmie'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RwDl7OKdXmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QIwIrrqfvaA/s72-c/4th+july+picnic+and+mohawk+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-6706636093706380325</id><published>2007-09-24T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:03:03.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was still in the secret place......</title><content type='html'>today i found myself at school, teaching my students, but not really there. my heart was still in my secret place with my Redeemer.  i found myself under the tree, gazing out into the lake, with the gentle breeze moving my hair across my face. i found myself taken away with Jesus, just singing a love song to Him, that only He could appreciate. i found myself still feeling His gaze upon me. i can still see the ripples on the little pond. i see the butterfly that blessed me, as i sat on the bench. as the butterfly fluttered around me, i felt as if God was winking at me. i saw the little frogs jumping from spot to spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the presence of the Lord more than i have ever felt Him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i actually teach today? my body was present, but my spirit was staring into a sky full of stars, and a moon that was unbelievably bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote before we went on the retreat that i envisioned Jesus and i sitting underneath a tree and sharing together. there was no way to imagine what an life altering experience this encounter would be. what i shared with Jesus in our secret place was nothing short of miraculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You overwhelm me. Why You love me so much i will never understand or comprehend. You amaze me. Thank you for your kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6706636093706380325?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6706636093706380325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6706636093706380325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6706636093706380325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6706636093706380325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-still-in-secret-place.html' title='was still in the secret place......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-3835582120154076438</id><published>2007-09-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:41:14.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the secret place.....</title><content type='html'>as You pick me up, You dust me off and offer Your hand to me! Oh how I am desperate for Your love and companionship! i want to sit at Your feet and have You lift me up into Your lap! You meet me where I am, and offer Your love to me and i am refreshed, redeemed, and revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my secret place, where i sit in your lap and You hold me as a father holds his child,       i ask You to be my best friend- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to my hand and walk through life with me- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my constant source of joy and peace- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ever present with me- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my shield and fortress- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my redeemer, my healer- and You said "I am !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my keeper and my life giver- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my father and protector- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my comforter- and You said  "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my Mother- and You said "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my energy, strength, hope, joy- and You whisper sweetly and tenderly in my ear, holding my face in Your hand, oh sweet daughter, "I am!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe the tears from my face and You said daughter, not only do I wipe them from Your face, I count them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I spend my life trying to please You! As the daughter of the King. As it is time that He is pulling me away from everyone that I was so dependent on, I realize I only need depend on Him! I am free to release the prisoners that I have kept in my heart and realize that I to, have been released to become the woman that I was meant to be. Be free my precious friends and family who have carried me for so long, as Jesus teaches me to walk on my own two feet. He whispers in my ear that when everything else is striped away that is where, in the quiet place that we truly find Him.  He wants me to find Him in the still places of my life. Just Him and I, as He teaches me the dance, that He intended only me to learn. As He pulls me away He tells me that soon I will soar like an eagle, free only then, to soar with wind beneath me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3835582120154076438?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3835582120154076438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3835582120154076438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3835582120154076438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3835582120154076438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-secret-place.html' title='in the secret place.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7340088392250641602</id><published>2007-09-19T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:00:26.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love....</title><content type='html'>* i am still here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    * i love my class even though they are a tough bunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i have some very funny students in my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * my girls are doing great in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * both of my girls made a's on their progress reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * my girls love their teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i AM SO EXITED ABOUT THE RETREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i have a idea, of God and i going and sitting under a big tree, with a soft &lt;br /&gt;      breeze blowing just having sometime alone. just sometime to reflect on&lt;br /&gt;      the goodness of God. how blessed i am. the sun shining brightly in the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;      walking in the woods with Him and just being in His presence in a natural&lt;br /&gt;      setting. i am a country girl, so when i think of being in heaven, i don't &lt;br /&gt;      think of streets of gold. i think of meadows and pastures and trees with a &lt;br /&gt;      gentle breeze. a brook babbling in the distance and birds singing.  Jesus &lt;br /&gt;      and i are under a tree just looking at the beautiful sky. sometimes talking&lt;br /&gt;      and sometimes just enjoying the cool of the day. hand and hand, just being &lt;br /&gt;      together, exchanging ideas and Jesus telling me He looks down on me and just&lt;br /&gt;      smiles.  that is my idea of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     * we are adjusting to the idea of not moving and we are at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     * i love my girls being with me everyday. i love that i get to walk with&lt;br /&gt;       wonderful teacher friends daily as we encourage one another and share the&lt;br /&gt;       days events with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     * i love that i have a job that i have been called to do and that Jesus &lt;br /&gt;       considers me worthy of the calling.  even though sometimes it is really&lt;br /&gt;       challenging, i have a career that i truly love and know that i am called&lt;br /&gt;       to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i love that i am in the most peaceful time in my life and have discovered&lt;br /&gt;      that the way to stay there is to stay continually in the presence of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;      reading scripture and allowing them to plant themselves in my heart. writing          them not only in my mind but also on the tablets of my heart. they bring forth life.    i have learned not to sweat the small stuff. i have learned to let go and just&lt;br /&gt;      focus on Jesus and the things of this world grow strangely dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i have learned that i have made plenty of mistakes and will make plenty more&lt;br /&gt;      but, that is what makes us what we are, and who we are to become. it is in&lt;br /&gt;      mistakes that we build character if we allow Christ to use them to teach &lt;br /&gt;      us. all things work together for good, for those that love the Lord and are&lt;br /&gt;      called according to His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i love the way my students look at me when they are grasped a hard concept.&lt;br /&gt;      it is like i have added to their life in someway. sometimes they tickle me&lt;br /&gt;      so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * i love my families, church and natural, both of them. i blessed by them. how &lt;br /&gt;      they lift me up.  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    * i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7340088392250641602?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7340088392250641602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7340088392250641602&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7340088392250641602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7340088392250641602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love.html' title='i love....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-1490203070794545937</id><published>2007-09-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:39:57.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Is Growing Up....</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is a special day.  my baby hannah, who is in the fourth grade, is running for student council.  wow! where does time go?  just yesterday i was rocking her in my arms and singing to her. just yesterday she was learning to sip from a sippie cup. just yesterday she was singing kikkle, kikkle, little star. and asking me to hold her. she used to be so shy. she would stand tucked around my legs if someone came up to her and spoke to her. now look at her. doesn't God know i want her to stay with me forever?&lt;br /&gt; she drew posters and made bookmarks and even wrote a speech. she gives her speech tomorrow. she is very excited.  this is right up her ally.&lt;br /&gt;  i am so excited for her. i am so proud of her.  i am so proud to be her mommy. i look at her and know there is a God who full fills our dreams beyond anything we can ever hope or imagine. she is such a bright and shining star. my, how she shines.  my heart is filled with all kinds of emotions when i look into her soft brown eyes.  what a precious gift from God she is.  no one ever tells you all the emotion that goes into to raising a child.  the emotion that i feel for her could run the brightest moonbeam for centuries.  make the sweetest hummingbird sing a song so sweet, it would soothe any ache.&lt;br /&gt;  all i can say is, wow. i love you baby "grill."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1490203070794545937?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1490203070794545937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1490203070794545937&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1490203070794545937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1490203070794545937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-baby-is-growing-up.html' title='My Baby Is Growing Up....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-3271660059601952846</id><published>2007-09-09T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:16:09.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Ambassador and 4 H Club Member......</title><content type='html'>this weekend was a busy time for us, but it was so much fun.  it was the 30th annual &lt;br /&gt;miles cotton festival.  boy did we have fun.  i got to spend time with my family and a lot of old friends. i love being from a small rural town. i have friends that i have know for over 30 years.  i love the fact that my girls are going to school at a small rural school.  so many of our small towns have dried up, but miles is still going strong.&lt;br /&gt; we started off the day with a parade. both of my girls were in the parade. bekah was a little ambassador, and hannah was on the 4-H float.  then we walked around the park where there were about 30ish booths there.  then we spent most of the day at the camp &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my old youth pastors camp. boy can this man cook. we just sat and visited all day. &lt;br /&gt;the girls played with all of their school friends. they had a part of the park roped off for the jumbo bouncy castles, and wall climbing. the girls had a blast.  we ate ribs , brisket, little deabloes, and german potatoes. oh my goodness, it was fabulous. charles, (my old youth pastor) enters his brisket every year, but he never wins. i don't know how he doesn't because it is fabulous. &lt;br /&gt;  later that night there was a cotton queens contest, where bekah escorted her contestant.  here are some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the parade, bekah with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSi85H9DgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FckZ2w5yWjg/s1600-h/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSi85H9DgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FckZ2w5yWjg/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108387044355018242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bekah on the last years queen's float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSjZpH9DhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/m5tQN-jaZmU/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSjZpH9DhI/AAAAAAAAAE8/m5tQN-jaZmU/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108387538276257298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah saying her 4h pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSkaZH9DjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1R5KGxCgPSU/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSkaZH9DjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/1R5KGxCgPSU/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah on her 4H float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSj7JH9DiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iu8LJjgLJr0/s1600-h/IMG_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSj7JH9DiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iu8LJjgLJr0/s320/IMG_1781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108388113801874978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bekah with her cousin sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSlhpH9DlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SiLCzbhaPgM/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSlhpH9DlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SiLCzbhaPgM/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108389874738466386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bekah with her queen's contestant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSl4ZH9DmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J0iIOpRroiY/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSl4ZH9DmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J0iIOpRroiY/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108390265580490338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bekah with her friends at the queens contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSk9pH9DkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HAORB2y0ROU/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSk9pH9DkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HAORB2y0ROU/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108389256263175746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3271660059601952846?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3271660059601952846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3271660059601952846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3271660059601952846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3271660059601952846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-little-ambassador-and-4-h-club.html' title='My Little Ambassador and 4 H Club Member......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RuSi85H9DgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FckZ2w5yWjg/s72-c/IMG_1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-3271345619425491674</id><published>2007-09-06T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:34:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry....</title><content type='html'>so SORRY. this is what happens when a computer illiterate person tries to change things on the computer by herself.  one of you more computer illiterate people will have to physically come over and help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BLOGGING SISTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WOULD NEVER WANT ANYONE TO GET HURT AT THE EXPENSE OF MY IGNORANCE..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FORGIVETH ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL I'M JUST A THIRD GRADE TEACHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3271345619425491674?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3271345619425491674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3271345619425491674&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3271345619425491674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3271345619425491674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-4165235719211010578</id><published>2007-09-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:40:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry it has been so long...</title><content type='html'>i know it has been along time since i have posted, but i am afraid this year i am going to earn my money.  i have 19 very busy , energetic, active, did i say loud, unattentive class.  if i could give a ritalin salt lick as they entered my class to help them focus on the task at hand, i would. for some reason that is illegal? hmmmmm don't know why?  those of you that are teachers, you know what i mean. some of you others might know too.&lt;br /&gt;  i am the math teacher. now math lends itself to playing lots of math games during my lesson to get across what i am trying to teach them.  so it is not like i am lecturing my class for the math time.  we are busy, actively learning. but i have seen attention spans longer in an infant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flip side, i do really enjoy the personalities of the 37 students. they are funny, witty, and sweet.  there are some very endearing students in my class. and most of them are still eager to please at this age. which is why i love third grade students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so by the end of the day, i am just a little tired. my legs aren't hurting quite as much as they were as last week.  sometimes after my children go to bed all i want to do is sit and veg. but i promise as the weeks go by i will do more posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way i changed my blog so everyone can read it, i will just have to approve the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now, i love ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4165235719211010578?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4165235719211010578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4165235719211010578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4165235719211010578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4165235719211010578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-it-has-been-so-long.html' title='sorry it has been so long...'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-7552350862992113402</id><published>2007-08-30T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:23:55.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your room just smells so good.....</title><content type='html'>i promised you that once school started that i would have some funny stories. well here is the first of many.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our building is a metal building that was supposed to be a temporary building, but because of small school finances, it has been up for about 15 years. anyway when it rains we get water in areas of our rooms because of leaking.  so for many years i have bought plug-in to help with the smell.  we used to use candles, but because of fire hazards, they asked us not to use the candles anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; any way, my homeroom class has 19 students in it, as i have previously stated. they are a great bunch of kids, but they are VERY busy and up all the time.  they are an active bunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get ready to teach a math game and i look around the room and notice that one of my students is not in his chair. i look to see if he had the bathroom bear in his chair to signal that he had gone to the bathroom. after a few seconds of looking around the room i finally call out his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he suddenly pops his head up and gets off his knees and replies,"what?" "where were you," i asked. he said,"i was down there on the floor smelling your plug ins. ahhhh they just smell  so good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i was laughing so hard inside. what do you say to that????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7552350862992113402?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7552350862992113402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7552350862992113402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7552350862992113402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7552350862992113402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-room-just-smells-so-good.html' title='your room just smells so good.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-81477679994988758</id><published>2007-08-29T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:12:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart hurts for my dear sweet husband....</title><content type='html'>today we found out that david did not get the job that he so wanted.  i am so hurt for him.  david is such a upbeat person who is larger than life. my heart aches for him.  he is hurt and disappointed. and i am hurt and disappointed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is quiet tonight and i understand why, i just want to do something for him to cheer him up. i know he has to work this out for himself and with God, i just ache for him. he is my partner, my lover, my best friend, my soul mate, the father of my children, and my truest confidant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. i know that david's faith is strong without waver, he is just hurting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask that you lift him up in your prayers, please.  as of course i will do the same.  i pray that the peace of Christ richly dwell in his heart and mind forever.  i pray that he realize that God a has a purpose and a destiny for him that is better than his wildest dreams.  i pray that he knows how much he is dearly loved, and valued, and cherished, by me and the girls.   he is such an awesome dad and husband.  i pray that Jesus wrap His arms around him and that He fills his life with unspeakable joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an awesome man you are david and i am so proud to be your wife.  i have loved our 18 years together and the years that we dated. God will provide, He always does, He always has.  He has a job that is better for you than you can imagine.  a job that will fit you better than this one would have.  we can't see into tomorrow, but He can.  He is probably protecting us from something that we can not see right now.  He must not be finished with us here.  we still have work to do here apparently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you davey,&lt;br /&gt;       kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-81477679994988758?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/81477679994988758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=81477679994988758&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/81477679994988758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/81477679994988758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-heart-hurts-for-my-dear-sweet.html' title='my heart hurts for my dear sweet husband....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-7806578643940761475</id><published>2007-08-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:15:50.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school.....</title><content type='html'>here are some pictures of the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOFEZH9DfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Vg8-uwVk8Zo/s1600-h/IMG_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOFEZH9DfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Vg8-uwVk8Zo/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103569113251122674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOEgZH9DeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QwVpi5-T1Lg/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOEgZH9DeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QwVpi5-T1Lg/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103568494775832034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOEJ5H9DdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zmdj_4iSwFs/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOEJ5H9DdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zmdj_4iSwFs/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103568108228775378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtODzpH9DcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9ezid4mgNaU/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtODzpH9DcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9ezid4mgNaU/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103567725976686018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day of school. the girls were so excited. rebekah was so nervous. she kept asking does mrs. hoelscher make hard things easy?  this is her first grade teacher.  hannah was excited but not really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class was busy and full. i ended up with 19 students. for a small district that is alot of kids. but we had a great day. i have conference in the morning, so it makes for a long afternoon. all went off with out a hitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-7806578643940761475?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7806578643940761475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=7806578643940761475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7806578643940761475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/7806578643940761475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school.....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/RtOFEZH9DfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Vg8-uwVk8Zo/s72-c/IMG_1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-1002422528690606915</id><published>2007-08-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:56:23.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new place, a new time.... (maybe)</title><content type='html'>now i can speak about this, so my husband says.  he is in dallas tonight preparing for a job interview with a new company.  we have been praying about this for about two years. it is flying jets for a company out of dallas. the name of the company is flex jets.  it is a job where he will be gone ALOT. he will be gone for 6 days and nights and home for 4 and then the rotation starts over again.  we have been approached with this job, before, but i was not ready to have my soul mate and best friend gone from my life so much.  i was not ready. and to tell the truth neither was he. he has become concerned for his job here and he is just not happy at his current job. airplanes are expensive and they are usually the first thing sold if cut backs need to be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has had to do a tremendous work in my life to be able to support and be excited for the possibility of this job.  God has gotten rid of a lot of baggage in my life.  but when i hear how excited david gets when he speaks of this job, there was no way i couldn't support him in this endeavor.  i love him so very much and want him to be happy.  one night in bed i began to pray for david, and God began to say that i have created david for more than this.  i known this for a while, but was afraid to allow God to take it where He wanted it to go. this would mean that i would truly have to rely on God for so much more than i already do. learn to stand more on my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david is an awesome husband and father. i know this will be hard on the girls as they love him so. we have not told them about this yet. so i would ask that you not say anything to them either. his interview is tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. there are three parts to the interview. an oral, written, and a simulator flight. there is a chance we will be moving by december.  or if they hire him and allow me to complete my contract, then we will move in the summer. we will tell them at the end of the school year, if we get to move then. of course we will tell them sooner if we leave around christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask for your prayers. i know God is in control. we want His perfect will for all of our lives. i will keep you posted. thank you for your thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-1002422528690606915?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1002422528690606915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=1002422528690606915&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1002422528690606915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/1002422528690606915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-place-new-time-maybe.html' title='a new place, a new time.... (maybe)'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-2001510816834088451</id><published>2007-08-24T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:54:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes from a country school....</title><content type='html'>here are some pictures from my classroom. i hope you enjoy them. this is my little spot in the world where i try to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Ku5H9DbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rJALmEoo7bE/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Ku5H9DbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rJALmEoo7bE/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102449441046859186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-KcJH9DaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oHaZ5u2A-FA/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-KcJH9DaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oHaZ5u2A-FA/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102449118924311970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-KLZH9DZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pmvRxqjo7yU/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-KLZH9DZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pmvRxqjo7yU/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102448831161503122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Jt5H9DYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/S0xrC8o4bZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Jt5H9DYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/S0xrC8o4bZ0/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102448324355362178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Ja5H9DXI/AAAAAAAAADs/6DFfjOanqpA/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Ja5H9DXI/AAAAAAAAADs/6DFfjOanqpA/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102447997937847666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-JD5H9DWI/AAAAAAAAADk/7Ag7LVVNBn0/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-JD5H9DWI/AAAAAAAAADk/7Ag7LVVNBn0/s320/IMG_1705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102447602800856418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my classroom is finally set up and we are ready for kids.  i am sorry i haven't blogged in a while, but we had meet the teacher last night and i left for work at 7 a.m. and did not get home until 9 p.m. i was a tired little camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway our classrooms are set up and our lesson plans are all ready for next monday.  we will  have two thirds grade sections with 18 kids a piece. i might have already told you that. our meet the teacher night went very well. we met alot of our students and their parents.  the kids always come in shy and timid those first few days, but then true personalities really start to emerge soon enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our campus is buzzing with excitement.  we are all just busy little beavers anticipating the new school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight we are just chilling, hanging with the kids, enjoying the last weekend before the school starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2001510816834088451?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2001510816834088451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2001510816834088451&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2001510816834088451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2001510816834088451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/notes-from-country-school.html' title='notes from a country school....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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/_oWot3Nc9Ymc/Rs-Ku5H9DbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rJALmEoo7bE/s72-c/IMG_1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-9051580890122328160</id><published>2007-08-21T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:05:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a joyful heart....</title><content type='html'>i have been listening to some tapes given to me by a wonderful friend.  they are fabulous.  they are teaching tape of joyce meyer.  these tapes are old, i think, but God had so ministered to me through them. isn't God amazing!!!! His word is timeless.  anointed messages are timeless.  i was given these tapes a couple of months ago and God is just now having me listen to them.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tape i am listening to is how God prunes christians. it is phenomenal. one of the things that sticks out in my mind the most, is that birds fly in flocks, but eagles soar alone. we all go through those times of pruning, in my life, those times seem to be the times that i am pulled away unto Jesus, himself. but after those times, i feel like i can soar like an eagle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tape also talks about trees and the seasons of pruning they go through. how God not only cuts off dead branches, but also branches that are alive.  she states that when you go to by a peach, you buy big luscious peaches, not small ones that don't satisfy. she talks about the oak tree and how it is most often found standing alone. she says this tree can withstand years of drought because its roots are so deep and long, that they reach to a source of water that is unknown. but that it has to dig deep to find that source. the source sustains its life when others are dying. wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the thought of being an oak tree or an eagle. thank you Jesus for the joy that is in my soul. your joy is priceless, matchless, and no one can take it away. thank you Jesus for this peaceful place in my life.  it has been for me a breathe of fresh air.  thank you for all your blessings.  thank you for friends that pour into my life. You are an awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Jesus for a joyful heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-9051580890122328160?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9051580890122328160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=9051580890122328160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/9051580890122328160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/9051580890122328160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/joyful-heart.html' title='a joyful heart....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-4235227083261346219</id><published>2007-08-20T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:24:19.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING.. BUT THIS IS WHAT I DID TODAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>today we spent the majority of the time on curriculum alignment.  this is where we make our plans for the whole year. and then we get all the teachers together and make sure there are not any gaps from grade to grade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took us all day just to write down what we are going to teach for each six weeks. tomorrow we will make sure we cover all the gaps for all the grade levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still don't have our schedules or our class lists.  there is never a win-win situation for these two areas of teaching.  all of us want to teach our core subjects in the morning, but someone has to have music and p.e. at that time.  our principal will probably lock herself in her office when she hands us these things, so that we don't all stampede her office at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debra( my other 3rd grade partner) and i are going to have large classes this year.  we both are going to have 19. that is large for us.  i know that is very small for some of ya'll, but it is large for us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ready for school to start. since we are starting later, the state has moved the TAKS test back.  my students will not take the math until April 29. that is about 10 days later than usual.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was kind of boring, but i know once school starts i will have better stories to tell.  just getting my classroom ready.  i will try to get some pictures so you can see what a small country school classroom looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i am ready for a nap, but i won't take one, so i can sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-4235227083261346219?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4235227083261346219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=4235227083261346219&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4235227083261346219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/4235227083261346219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/boring-but-this-is-what-i-did-today.html' title='BORING.. BUT THIS IS WHAT I DID TODAY!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6210513139459747130</id><published>2007-08-18T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:14:42.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a great night and a fantastic movie......</title><content type='html'>last night we celebrated my brother's birthday.  we had a shrimp boil. it was great. my family had never been to a shrimp boil and they loved it. my mother kept asking me where is the silverware and where are the plates. and are you really going to put butter and cocktail sauce all over the table? yes i said, there is wax paper covering the table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family really enjoyed the corn on the cob and the shrimp. i have a sister that doesn't like shrimp that much and even she really enjoyed the food. my other sister brought cobbler and my mom made a chocolate cake. hannah that day also made brownies, so there was plenty of food to go around. we had only 15 people in our family show up, so there was some food left over. everyone took a baggie home with plenty of food.  it was alot of fun because after dinner we just sat around for about an hour and visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my niece mo-mo said that becoming jane was on at 10:30 so her and i went to see it. and boy did we get wet running into the theater. oh my goodness i thought it was a wonderful movie.  there were parts that i actually caught my breathe. i can't wait to talk to ya'll that went today to see it, and discuss it with ya'll. i love anne hathaway. i thought she did a fantastic job playing the character. and the guy was kind of cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6210513139459747130?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6210513139459747130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6210513139459747130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6210513139459747130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6210513139459747130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-night-and-fantastic-movie.html' title='a great night and a fantastic movie......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-2101913851549628916</id><published>2007-08-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:53:29.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with deepest gratitude!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear A,&lt;br /&gt;  I just wanted to thank you So very much for today. My hubbies job sometimes leaves us in a pickle when I have to back to work.  They absolutely had a blast with you. Thank you, Thank You, a million times over thank you.  I am so blessed to have a great friend like you in my life. I look forward to returning the favor anytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see you again today.  I just love hanging out with you. May  God's richest blessing follow you all the days of your life. May He make His face to shine on you. May outrageous joy be yours always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again thank you!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2101913851549628916?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2101913851549628916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=2101913851549628916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2101913851549628916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/2101913851549628916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/with-deepest-gratitude.html' title='with deepest gratitude!!!!!!'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5410676850664830921</id><published>2007-08-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:45:01.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the real world....</title><content type='html'>tomorrow we (the teachers) start back to work.  we have in services.  i  have been trying to get my body into the groove of getting up earlier. does getting up at 8:30 count if all summer you have been waking up at 10:30? i don't think so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i have to be at my school at 8:00, yes that's a.m. so that means i will be getting up at 6:15. wow! it was even hard for me to type that. i know that all of you are boo-hooing for me. i know you have young children or have been working all summer. i feel the love and sympathy flowing through the computer.  anyway i am kind of ready, because i do love my job.  it will be nice to get to meet the two new teachers that are going to be working in our building, as 4th grade teachers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the bible twice a day is going good.  i actually have begun trying to memorizing scripture.  i am now at psalms 130. i have been here a few days. i do that sometimes. i stay on certain scriptures sometimes for a long time. i have been on this particular scripture for three days. here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,&lt;br /&gt;              and in his Word i put my hope,&lt;br /&gt;             My soul waits for the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;             more than watchmen wait for the morning,&lt;br /&gt;             more than the watchmen wait for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;                              Psalm 130: 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.k. o.k. i actually missed 6 words, but hey that's a great start.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading back over my journal this morning and found one of my favorite scriptures.  i think it bears repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 You will guard him and keep him in perfect and constant peace&lt;br /&gt;                 because his mind is stayed on You,because he commits himself to &lt;br /&gt;                 You,and leans on You,and hopes confidently on You.&lt;br /&gt;                                 Isaiah 26:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5410676850664830921?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5410676850664830921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5410676850664830921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5410676850664830921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5410676850664830921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-real-world.html' title='back to the real world....'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-6243343724013747042</id><published>2007-08-13T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:13:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>higher level.......</title><content type='html'>this summer has been a wonderful summer for many reasons.  summer always provides me with an opportunity to spend more time with the Jesus in my bible studies.  last year i wanted to go to a new place with Jesus. so Jesus called me to get up at 5:30 and read the Word before i go to work.  now i didn't always get up exactly at 5:30, but i did get up and read every morning.the blessing and the peace and the growth that took place are for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i was about to go to bed when i felt the Lord prodding me to read His word again.  i am really trying to grow more towards the mind of Christ. i am reading this wonderful book. and in this book it discusses the only way to have a mind of Christ is to spend more time in the Word of God.  to meditate on it, study it, think on it, and learn it. to keep your mind constantly on what Christ is saying in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realize that school is starting for me on thursday, so while i was reading i was wondering how i would keep my mind on Christ's word while i am teaching 3rd grade. i felt God speak to me a good start would be to start and end your day with the Word.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is my new venture, my higher level in Christ.  i know that the peace of God will reign supremely in my life. maybe you would like to join me? i am sure that many of you already do this. sometimes i am a little slow.i know i might not be perfect at this, sometimes my life gets in the way. or should i say i allow my life to get in the way. i thought it would be fun to blog or not all of the wonderful things that come out of this. (just a thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-6243343724013747042?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6243343724013747042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=6243343724013747042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6243343724013747042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/6243343724013747042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/2007/08/higher-level.html' title='higher level.......'/><author><name>kdp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437736468740868492</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-2253204805777810065.post-5314624549941968498</id><published>2007-08-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:57:05.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new grand nephew......</title><content type='html'>bekah and i went to san antonio for a baby shower for one of my nieces.  she is a nurse and her husband is a fire fighter.  we went with my sister lisa and my mother.  we had a really good time.  misty, that's my niece had another little boy.  he was born 9 weeks early. he is doing very well, but i ask that you would pray for him.  he weighed 4lbs and 5 oz.  he will stay in the nicu for 6-8 more weeks.  i would have pictures, but only the parents and the grandparents can go in to see him.  he has been moved to the "feeder" section. evidently this is a step in the right direction.  i also ask that you pray for misty and her husband greg.  they also have two other little boys that they have to split their time with.  that can be difficult in the best of situations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom said his little head was about the size of an orange. mom and lisa(or what they call her nana) got to hold him this morning. of course lisa and royce were there when he was born.  that was a week ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misty's shower was very nice. alot of his family came, so it was nice that we got to see them again and even meet some of his family members that i hadn't met before.  we ate at cracker barrel today and got to have a wonderful visit with each other.  everybody is so busy, we don't get to do that very often. bekah and her cousin had a great time playing together.  it was nice to have bekah all to myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know much else. anyway, please pray for my new great nephew. &lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-5314624549941968498?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5314624549941968498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=5314624549941968498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5314624549941968498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/5314624549941968498'/><link rel='alternate' 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older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when rebekah was a baby, i would rock her and sing to her, you are my sunshine.  now bekah wouldn't sing with me, but she would take her hand and place it in my hair and rub my hair until she fell asleep.  there are no words to describe how i felt rocking my babies to sleep. david would often say, kim, you can put them in bed now, and i would tell him, i am not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a woman who struggled with infertility for 7 years, the last thing i wanted to do was to put my baby down. i remember there were many nights when i would just sleep while i rocked them, never laying them in the crib. especially when they were first born. there came a time when both of them would stop asking me to rock them, like i knew it would, but you never expect it to come quite as soon as it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know when God is going to give you the pleasure, just one more time. last night bekah came out and said, mommy will you rock me i can't sleep? she knew i would, having seen the big smile on my face at her request.  i cherish those times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever great once in a while hannah will even ask. especially when she has had a hard day. i relish those times and thank God for the special little remembrances of their infancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with each new development they gain a little independence. and you are excited for that. but with each new development they are becoming more and more self-sufficient. we want that. we want our children to grow up to become strong and independent and able to take care of them selves. but before we can snap our finger, they are grown.and yet i am still surprised when it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you girls for still needing your mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-2465697404510119751?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2253204805777810065.post-3246059053397625709</id><published>2007-08-10T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T19:49:40.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nick names.....</title><content type='html'>here are my family nick names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David:  davie, dave, hunney, my little bach la-va, sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: boopie smoose( it comes from monsters inc.) hannah banana, hannah montana, david calls her g (her middle name is gail) when she was a tiny baby -boobies, darling, precious, angel, my sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah: reba- that is david's nickname for her; sunshine, angel, bekah-boo, honey, boobies- when she was a baby, precious, my sweet girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i still call both of them: my little grills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: my nick name for years, especially when i was growing up was: kimbo, david and a few of my friends call me kimmie, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought we had a lot more. i guess i just don't remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253204805777810065-3246059053397625709?l=ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksgreatadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3246059053397625709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2253204805777810065&amp;postID=3246059053397625709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3246059053397625709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2253204805777810065/posts/default/3246059053397625709'/><link 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