tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64634715674973452272024-03-19T06:24:48.779-05:00I can be right, or I can be happyThe everchanging philosophy of a recovering control freak.vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.comBlogger214125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-52862575553635535052012-01-14T21:07:00.002-06:002012-01-14T22:00:18.893-06:00My God, is not a God of "everything happens for a reason"I would like to preface this post by reminding myself and others that I am in no way a theologian, as if anyone close to me needed to be reminded of that. But....I am feeling overwhelmed with thoughts that need a forum and this one seems as safe as any or safer than most anyway.<br /><br />I have to believe that the God I serve is greater and more creative than showing himself in some magical way though some random numbers that all seemed to line up with the stars and have some magical winning sequence and meaning. I have no ill will toward a young man who has a great Christian testimony and a forum to make that proclamation, but really? That's what concerns my Savior? Football?<br /><br />I have to believe that tonight my God is more concerned about how to move the hearts and feet of His followers to protect the less fortunate, to stand up for those who can not stand up for themselves, to feed a hungry child, to clothe a couple with uniforms so that they can keep the $8.00 an hour job that they got so that the can afford to get out of the "pay by the week" motel they are living in. Everything does not happen for a reason...sometimes life sucks. Football? Really?<br /><br />I have to believe that He is looking for us to be His hands and feet that He expects us to do what we know is right. He does not need to spell out Matt 25:35 in pennies on the sidewalk or have 2535 appear as some hint for all the world to see. Give me a break...God moves our hearts to be available to help those who can not or will not help themselves. He asks us to be available to be the change. Show His love. <br /><br />I have to believe that my God is busy tonight with the cares of the world, He is trying to move our hearts to action. I can't believe he has wasted one moment on trying to align a million ways to remind of us John 3:16, because football is the way He is planning on saving a broken world.vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-54848694904721166782011-12-10T16:10:00.002-06:002011-12-10T16:15:39.803-06:00Livestrong<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I have been able to run for 60 minutes, 2 times this week....just shy of a 12 minute mile...love this weather...love weightwatchers...love that I don't have make "start a diet, again" as a New Year's resolution in 2012.<div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/274860383477578030/" target="_blank"><img src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/274860383477578030_dtbSmg56_c.jpg" border="0" width="500" height="300" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"><p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;">Source: <a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://www.tumblr.com/reblog/11766134891/daTlEBPJ?redirect_to=%2Fdashboard%2F6%2F11766195681%3Flite">tumblr.com</a> via <a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/vgsmom/" target="_blank">Lori</a> on <a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></p></div></span>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-4431283944522715562011-12-06T07:34:00.002-06:002011-12-06T21:10:52.036-06:00When the craft bug hits you...<div>It has been too long since we have found the time and energy to create at our house. But with the introduction of "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pinterest</span>" to my life (thank you Alisa and Melissa)<i> inspiration</i> has once again landed smack dab in the middle of the kitchen table and has caused glue covered fingers, neck aches, paint smears and some not to shabby creations. I really can only show this one. The personal nature of the subject matter would be much to revealing to those who may or may not be receiving these creations for the upcoming holiday....I'm just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sayin</span>" </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEj6tAA7hPvCr3vr-dm_tAF14vA-iaZllOwBoOJhnZTvhGIWr2Nu7VmjEwOsvjJ9yQSm2WaCW2Z7eDkmcnM30Em2A6ioc36xC9hwyMmn7iW_v2m77zjTLDseOJgIXMTJItrJqVnOwTAo5n/s1600/1206110730a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEj6tAA7hPvCr3vr-dm_tAF14vA-iaZllOwBoOJhnZTvhGIWr2Nu7VmjEwOsvjJ9yQSm2WaCW2Z7eDkmcnM30Em2A6ioc36xC9hwyMmn7iW_v2m77zjTLDseOJgIXMTJItrJqVnOwTAo5n/s400/1206110730a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683008413883988946" /></a>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-16368609782614302002011-11-30T18:49:00.005-06:002011-11-30T19:06:01.013-06:00I was feeling inspired...<div style="text-align: left;">This year, my Christmas tree needed a little "punch" to help it out. We have a very traditional Christmas tree. We are partial to old family ornaments and ornaments that represent <i style="text-align: left; ">something</i> we love or given to us by <i style="text-align: left; ">someone</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "> we love. I love colored lights both solid for consistent lighting and blinking to give the tree motion. I know what I like for our tree.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAWVjLljd7vrMgZkAqjNTUHYdFGQySXJArAgnvQvJNX-Grueb5UUrygNwu_hYs1hh53LafLV9Obb7cuxvhRnwKbfHdtQfagnhqltSU59ek62HQZjYRMFu7i2TZIhNNTM9QB2DfIksnFyT/s1600/1129112205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">This year, because of a minor remodeling of the living room, I had to rethink where all the Christmas decorations were going to find homes. I will have to say that some did not make the cut...but because I manage a thrift store they found re-purposing. I decided to update and freshen everything with some new decorations that give the whole room a little more consistency.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div></div></div><div>So how to tie the Tree into the whole "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">theming</span>" process?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tree Picks!!!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnpukI2ED4l8cYXkJf8PXAPRhgYlzKXq6Rsjv8W_Q3PpN9kZ2QQlsJ63sfGeikp93D6qP9ye_s2H-AZwkgfzjGjdzGMNcV1bwGQWYNJNGZlT3wjACKBOsaJXU76o2AR577BgxSv4mafWLt/s400/1129112205a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680958237729878674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAWVjLljd7vrMgZkAqjNTUHYdFGQySXJArAgnvQvJNX-Grueb5UUrygNwu_hYs1hh53LafLV9Obb7cuxvhRnwKbfHdtQfagnhqltSU59ek62HQZjYRMFu7i2TZIhNNTM9QB2DfIksnFyT/s1600/1129112205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFqWjvna_BErIpLih_YkDFVDTNn9MdteU7oyINDUa148ADtPfN81z9NWUC6BttzHEK4U7z0LHNzI6KjmLfTnLzQ7z74zFl46kyCfATpgx3Y8TeMQdwJha2LMXBbqcV5LvuyODT8NarYIv/s400/1129112204+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680958244471978098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAWVjLljd7vrMgZkAqjNTUHYdFGQySXJArAgnvQvJNX-Grueb5UUrygNwu_hYs1hh53LafLV9Obb7cuxvhRnwKbfHdtQfagnhqltSU59ek62HQZjYRMFu7i2TZIhNNTM9QB2DfIksnFyT/s1600/1129112205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAWVjLljd7vrMgZkAqjNTUHYdFGQySXJArAgnvQvJNX-Grueb5UUrygNwu_hYs1hh53LafLV9Obb7cuxvhRnwKbfHdtQfagnhqltSU59ek62HQZjYRMFu7i2TZIhNNTM9QB2DfIksnFyT/s400/1129112205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680958250038435090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><br /></div></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-39524359588509371842011-11-29T22:35:00.002-06:002011-11-29T22:43:49.414-06:00I'm thinking of making a come backStay tuned for an update from a blogger from days gone by. I'm hoping to become inspired to start using this space again. It may be for new thoughts from my life or maybe the same old things that I hold dear. Either way I am hoping for some inspiration, some clarity, some advice, some social networking and maybe even some humorvgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-83944138993156287412010-06-18T21:25:00.002-05:002010-06-18T21:31:53.015-05:00...and it could be yours!!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHY8Ov-Wp3WoQbIMxun-f5OKxnibTa0dVhxK-8QWPEDmt-OjM7dDBOB6OrU57biGHJKb6IPN-EYmgNQ8uDm18s9azepD8vOsWd_0bbR_JQUkH_MLKWq97q6AJ3K_miIH2ZyqzfxNpudQC/s1600/turkey+apron.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484305748850452370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHY8Ov-Wp3WoQbIMxun-f5OKxnibTa0dVhxK-8QWPEDmt-OjM7dDBOB6OrU57biGHJKb6IPN-EYmgNQ8uDm18s9azepD8vOsWd_0bbR_JQUkH_MLKWq97q6AJ3K_miIH2ZyqzfxNpudQC/s400/turkey+apron.JPG" /></a> Not your typical <em>June Cleaver Thanksgiving Day</em> apron (to say the absolute least)!!!<br />Drumstick anyone?<br /></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-23235387411265764632010-05-09T09:07:00.002-05:002010-05-09T09:25:23.518-05:00A Transformation....I'm sure some of you (okay maybe none of you) have been wondering where I have been. Well along with the chaos of regular life that I'm sure all of are experiencing with end of school and the beginning of summer upon us, we have been in the middle of a remodel.<br /><br />I will have to say that the regular chaos has been totally and utterly consumed by the fact that we have been living in the midst of remodeling some of our home now that we own it. Since I was last here we have gotten out of debt only to get back in by purchasing our house. And almost immediately after the closing we stared to remodel the kitchen.<br /><br />Jim had a vision and the ability to execute it. So after much discussion, planning, searching, researching and more trips to Dallas to go to IKEA then I care to count we have gone from this...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469272088585901810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWk0gxi_Nucv5jUF0qzwWWalxSUIxMF7j36fljadaIeI-cK1PR5ysWDyNPfY6TE_2OxstjYPSdlz4E9N4-OdS9Eg5DKursISkpStNe1CwX6g30qSnBce_twrUkCh1H75yFBnpuVAjb-E5/s400/kitchen+009.jpg" /><br /><br />to now having this wonderful, amazing, built by the husband's own hands, designer kitchen....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2riPcacQoUENnlYg-S16MCslGrgZ8vIlv_43ZsIgDiOVVgwwr8aoX_Q7BCEHw2nVfZOn5TJNZ3szrWkiluCNJ_UZzmg-XOzDopgWxpMG_U_2PQM_T0pe6h5SOmGJkcfQHJUlPo828f3xF/s1600/kitchen+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469272108956020002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2riPcacQoUENnlYg-S16MCslGrgZ8vIlv_43ZsIgDiOVVgwwr8aoX_Q7BCEHw2nVfZOn5TJNZ3szrWkiluCNJ_UZzmg-XOzDopgWxpMG_U_2PQM_T0pe6h5SOmGJkcfQHJUlPo828f3xF/s400/kitchen+022.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasDv0Ngq5Jwd8_1VK_k8KSh4Z_tbkkotbZ0hdb0FPC-k-QjNIDvS3fcwfkSbZ1YVTXKM9xMBnr50P909D2N8bNTh-WEzFO_PK5lqir4FUVNMjvg35kZPa5PpG2WwWjIMG9wbmB-ZjTife/s1600/kitchen+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469272099669599282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasDv0Ngq5Jwd8_1VK_k8KSh4Z_tbkkotbZ0hdb0FPC-k-QjNIDvS3fcwfkSbZ1YVTXKM9xMBnr50P909D2N8bNTh-WEzFO_PK5lqir4FUVNMjvg35kZPa5PpG2WwWjIMG9wbmB-ZjTife/s400/kitchen+019.jpg" /></a><br />We still have a few more finishing touches, along with at least one more trip to IKEA...but yesterday we had a Mother's Day dinner for family and everything worked great. I even think my macaroni and cheese tasted better than usual. Can a new updated kitchen make your old recipes taste better?</div><div> </div><div>Well hopefully I will be able to be back here a little more regularly. Hope all is well with all of you.<br /><div> </div></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-10073759361209042472010-02-26T06:50:00.002-06:002010-02-26T06:54:41.474-06:00Two old men still Rockin"<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrBktDNwOtWZ4Mi3iLPamq9x_quLD251ONoA11p1bDUEsEvB1r5Qwd0oWNxq9eDONMCHVLaKZmlp72Pz_axGseWjKFcSjPfALtq0ZVLJu03gcHEdfp170UZRvlJFMUyb7VXDF4C_Je9WC/s1600-h/elton.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442533733668153842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXrBktDNwOtWZ4Mi3iLPamq9x_quLD251ONoA11p1bDUEsEvB1r5Qwd0oWNxq9eDONMCHVLaKZmlp72Pz_axGseWjKFcSjPfALtq0ZVLJu03gcHEdfp170UZRvlJFMUyb7VXDF4C_Je9WC/s400/elton.bmp" /></a> Two stars, two pianos, two full bands, crowd going crazy. It was incredible. I think it may have been worth paying the $175 a ticket, if I would have had to pay...but I didn't. I may however need a trip to the ear specialist to restore my normal hearing. All in all a wonderful Anniversary.</div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-3879634920205045682010-02-25T06:00:00.002-06:002010-02-25T06:52:20.786-06:00The sweetness and the sorrowWhen I arrived at the store one day last week I was greeted with this jacket. I am often greeted with bags of plastic walmart sacks, sometimes homeless who have slept in the alcove, sometimes people making a mad dash for the city bus. But on this day I saw both the sweetenss of someone going out of their way to make sure we got this jacket and the sorrow that maybe this coat had so much significance that it was worthy of a soltary trip to be dropped of, nothing else accompianied it, just the jacket.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPAzD9Gt974GwValXnKjOxezaXqfmpxNIiY_Ndnp6M0qGYqF-MCS_ehYF1hNYBssR6FHQ6pnIb1_EYTiixAWGKsHle4ji1Mmr2XYYmsdnt0xwwVaKORyoxBi47IBQBuELG-ZdIc4Vh7P8/s1600-h/what+the+heck+031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441632229790422162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPAzD9Gt974GwValXnKjOxezaXqfmpxNIiY_Ndnp6M0qGYqF-MCS_ehYF1hNYBssR6FHQ6pnIb1_EYTiixAWGKsHle4ji1Mmr2XYYmsdnt0xwwVaKORyoxBi47IBQBuELG-ZdIc4Vh7P8/s400/what+the+heck+031.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em>He looked up and saw rich people putting their gifts into the treasury; he also saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. He said, "Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them; for all of them have contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty has put in all she had to live on."<br />Luke 21:1-4 </em></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-64900527700486460462010-02-24T06:00:00.000-06:002010-02-24T06:00:08.648-06:00What the heck is this?<div align="center">A single item today-- a couple of the guesses from the staff were some sort of can opener or some kind of utility hook. Do you have any thoughts? Whatever it is you can purchase it for the bargain price of .50. Com'on over for a closer look.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewqv9IdfTugyKmjE7OFfT96ilQGzyPBcVOqimbz6HWAVrpuOgnCjy3sgGBprQk8V7KFVgxbH_g_EIpRuZs_a1TXiE5rzFEA-LnC4Q_AM8pkb-tTC-hCMEBsMYpf4gtIcqx-hVVHwVagfX/s1600-h/what+the+heck+033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441629951720746098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewqv9IdfTugyKmjE7OFfT96ilQGzyPBcVOqimbz6HWAVrpuOgnCjy3sgGBprQk8V7KFVgxbH_g_EIpRuZs_a1TXiE5rzFEA-LnC4Q_AM8pkb-tTC-hCMEBsMYpf4gtIcqx-hVVHwVagfX/s400/what+the+heck+033.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6RINxybJaKA4LEkrpLrk1RYPlvVWWeGtGwFNP_iYajJGfrvUBlGXa183wRdUGR0Bkkfnqnt5GY3DOpoOMxPQUn9GbfK8OoHMQiBOtorYKTz_PfrnTBtw0WG5ZpbHdhKuKOhCTFJMBL-2/s1600-h/what+the+heck+032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441629942144358546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6RINxybJaKA4LEkrpLrk1RYPlvVWWeGtGwFNP_iYajJGfrvUBlGXa183wRdUGR0Bkkfnqnt5GY3DOpoOMxPQUn9GbfK8OoHMQiBOtorYKTz_PfrnTBtw0WG5ZpbHdhKuKOhCTFJMBL-2/s400/what+the+heck+032.jpg" /></a></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-26864010086414596852010-02-22T21:32:00.002-06:002010-02-22T21:50:31.825-06:00You just know it has to be a scam....I entered a contest a few weeks ago and then entered a couple of additional times throughout the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">allotted</span> time period, which by the way was supposed to be over today, Feb. 22. Time goes by and I kinda forgot all about it.<br /><br />Skip ahead... last Thursday I received an email saying that I was a runner up in the contest and they wanted to offer me two tickets. The email gave instructions on what I had to do to be eligible for these tickets. I followed the instructions and figured it was probably just some sort of scam. I figured if they wanted to offer me tickets they meant for some sort of $$$ deal.<br /><br />I was telling Jim about the email and we decided we would go check it out this morning and see what happened. Jim told me under know circumstances was I to pay anything for these tickets, because he was mad at the cost of this particular concert and was not paying for it. <br /><br />I sheepishly went up to the ticket office and showed her my email and told her I was sure it was a scam but I had to check it out. She looked it over and asked to see my ID and low and behold my name was on the list because I had followed the email's instructions and she handed me two FREE tickets to the Elton John/Billy Joel concert. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Unbelievable</span>!!!<br /><br />Jim is a huge Elton John fan and really wanted to attend this concert but would not pay the ticket price. This is the only way he would've gone. I know you're not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">gonna</span> believe this part-- the concert is this Thursday, February 25<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>, which just happens to be our 21st anniversary.<br /><br />So, Happy Anniversary, honey!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">LYMI</span>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-91122076149592911502010-02-19T06:00:00.000-06:002010-02-19T06:00:07.469-06:00Every penny counts...At the store Thursday we received a dining table and chairs. I wish I had taken a picture of it being carried into the store as the leg fell off, but I missed that. Anyway....we are really short on furniture at the moment so in an attempt to get the most we can out of this donation we went to work to change it's worth.<br /><br /><br />We screwed the leg back on with reinforcements, we used scratch cover and a shiny layer of old english to make it shine. And then we used donated staples and a staple gun, donated upholstery fabric, and lots of manpower and changed....<br /><br /><div align="center">THIS NASTINESS</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnfyP-_7WCHaDeHxyt0SuW-4Q43D0BKUC7QhqQ_LTRKXKxL33knbJvb1tLQd0jwb7LavuFs_G6cseA4jLcFCPh5QkSaT7-ZE-BP6Gojfugyi8jgsz-zvsuW-GaWVHboGSBAkbaR0UXgr7/s1600-h/what+we+did+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439769711030110738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnfyP-_7WCHaDeHxyt0SuW-4Q43D0BKUC7QhqQ_LTRKXKxL33knbJvb1tLQd0jwb7LavuFs_G6cseA4jLcFCPh5QkSaT7-ZE-BP6Gojfugyi8jgsz-zvsuW-GaWVHboGSBAkbaR0UXgr7/s400/what+we+did+004.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWB8hX1e3XzhSCLG2E9yWZd-5faSkdD2ruxwqiKW6vMdEMiQ6xRtncYM693tndcIyG8AnGeXmry8NgFJhzWTuFIjHC7g_LVoueC0yGtnz-KeRTB3QchDPvm63S1xP3k83VDpRjeXH5GJmI/s1600-h/what+we+did+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439769699790702722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWB8hX1e3XzhSCLG2E9yWZd-5faSkdD2ruxwqiKW6vMdEMiQ6xRtncYM693tndcIyG8AnGeXmry8NgFJhzWTuFIjHC7g_LVoueC0yGtnz-KeRTB3QchDPvm63S1xP3k83VDpRjeXH5GJmI/s400/what+we+did+003.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br />TO THIS LOVELINESS</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNbAVILCXCNJKEKHt4DJfIb03rj-Sve_-Ew-joz-J_fAyvrUiWWbzUxl6W3UdTrALwZQb3Qq_TRLTWVWwSalXbPouK2PvEOLGW32v-Al9d0_nuWv5cJMN3gX6a3pCjPUa3WnLZjvtQlXt/s1600-h/what+we+did+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439769671137805202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNbAVILCXCNJKEKHt4DJfIb03rj-Sve_-Ew-joz-J_fAyvrUiWWbzUxl6W3UdTrALwZQb3Qq_TRLTWVWwSalXbPouK2PvEOLGW32v-Al9d0_nuWv5cJMN3gX6a3pCjPUa3WnLZjvtQlXt/s400/what+we+did+006.jpg" /></a><br />Now what seemed like a donation worth maybe $60 --is now a wonderfully clean and polished dining room table and four chairs priced at $125. That $60+ difference could buy 7000lbs. of food from the regional food bank. I love my new job!<br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-10423125343930565502010-02-18T06:00:00.004-06:002010-02-18T06:00:08.961-06:00OK...TTYLJenna had her first showchoir contest yesterday. They had to be at school, on the bus at 6:00am, yes in the freaking AM! Plus she went with hair done and make-up started. So that backs us up to about 4:40am Wednesday. I am tired just remembering it. Anyway....<br /><br />At about 12:30 she texted me just to touch base. I have to admit that I am a reluctant texter. I understand it's versatility and it's many uses but I never was much of a typist and it seems to take me forever to text out a message, so I was so proud of my abbreviation skills when I responded<br /><br />Me: <strong>R U tired?</strong><br /><br />to which my, obviously not keyboard challenged, daughter responded<br /><br />Jenna: <strong>Surprisingly, No.</strong><br /><br />Really? Surprisingly? Which even now while typing on a full sized keyboard I spelled wrong both times I typed it. Kids?!! Such show-offs!! TTFN--TTYL.vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-71466403886432345882010-02-17T06:00:00.001-06:002010-02-17T06:00:02.825-06:00What the Heck is this?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WhroZgRtx3Ga7hW5DPZBxEnH1ou4XSnxAo8lbxSdojGoCMp0W5gL_R40tCmyQV0mUpBEwsf6Cb0wUw1bGVzw2uwITIAkOQ6nVHiIO3dmveOIyCnLIW5yt03RtETze-9TJwXx3_3Jwwed/s1600-h/what+the+heck+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438116105926213778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WhroZgRtx3Ga7hW5DPZBxEnH1ou4XSnxAo8lbxSdojGoCMp0W5gL_R40tCmyQV0mUpBEwsf6Cb0wUw1bGVzw2uwITIAkOQ6nVHiIO3dmveOIyCnLIW5yt03RtETze-9TJwXx3_3Jwwed/s400/what+the+heck+024.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTsY9Y4EnSJHT4dmyJBvldN2PJ9n8aWm0gkJzVGFAdGfXVXhEEMoPO1AiXaFGNCxOXDS5HS7RyM8gIaZ6xkQOeEYS-TRljSSO1J-5Qq7VfrqNACMPIBpCDGpe1QLovE_MfrYeBItS3AIv/s1600-h/what+the+heck+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438116103309226274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTsY9Y4EnSJHT4dmyJBvldN2PJ9n8aWm0gkJzVGFAdGfXVXhEEMoPO1AiXaFGNCxOXDS5HS7RyM8gIaZ6xkQOeEYS-TRljSSO1J-5Qq7VfrqNACMPIBpCDGpe1QLovE_MfrYeBItS3AIv/s400/what+the+heck+022.jpg" /></a>When reorganizing and cleaning out the kitchen gadget area of the store we came upon quite a few items without explanation. Any thoughts?<br /><br /><div></div></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-16418438129477316322010-02-16T06:00:00.000-06:002010-02-16T06:00:06.260-06:00A little reminder...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhP0BKp-jD7_kyje6tTPPvEkrrwaUTEav-deukzA_cL7LQSPxecJ9dC0EQdtnkJzU6QsI2sI7wqiLK06KHuvxoysZYeNaV7KEJVncwf3pg85FTzIc1n5YoNQsUPvvq-fHHMIGzJ8ii-q3Y/s1600-h/what+the+heck+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438115001028122498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhP0BKp-jD7_kyje6tTPPvEkrrwaUTEav-deukzA_cL7LQSPxecJ9dC0EQdtnkJzU6QsI2sI7wqiLK06KHuvxoysZYeNaV7KEJVncwf3pg85FTzIc1n5YoNQsUPvvq-fHHMIGzJ8ii-q3Y/s400/what+the+heck+027.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Two parts of this reminder--</div><br /><ol><li>Be sure and check your pockets before you donate old coats. </li><li>Be sure all the things were done on your <em>to do list</em> before you donated it. It is quite possible that the person on this list never got a sympathy card for her loss in 1997.</li></ol>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-5074019983111377882010-02-14T08:23:00.005-06:002010-02-14T08:57:24.253-06:00Movin' on up...maybe not so much.2010 is bringing major changes to our lives. One of the biggest is that we are trying to become home owners. Gotta take advantage of that $8000 tax credit! <div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>We thought the process we be a little simpler for us than for most people. We don't need the help of Suzanne Wong (does <em>House Hunters </em>really need a host?) and HGTV because we want to buy the house we already live in. We have effectively eliminated the hardest step. In addition, we're buying the house from my mom, so no price negotiations. Best of all--No Moving.</div><br /><div>So we had to have the appraiser come out,which is a requirement of the loan process, and we needed to make sure the price we agreed on wasn't too high or too low. We live in an older home folks, we know that it has some updates that need to be done, you know all the normals--bathrooms--kitchen--windows--carpet--(wait, why are we buying this house?). I digress--because that's what bloggers do.<br /><br />But what amazes me most about the appraisal was that the man took pictures of my family room (well he took pictures of everything) but the pictures of the family room were to show the datedness (is that a word?) of the decor. Now first let's remember that we actually <em>live</em> in the house and we actually chose the decor. Second --all together now --let's say --<em>she made it look that way on purpose!!</em> Really-- I know that it is not 1969!</div><div><em></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438110175227289186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJtcXiN6EI0VJOz8y2gn51xCIQJFG6_z2Yf9N2dc-vXI7R870XIzMYrE0jxA4wD9y-wE5MCHiJSny7pKN9oRoolgbjvglmb5B06Hz5rXiaQDEPIibBQZ5xwJMA7ocEq0I4UvzDgciZi1B/s400/appraiser+024.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438110168951246610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtRTKhzyHI4iN1YzCDU6zIocwDq9IVWz6V_xnln0pE0VjegB3kVEa_fuVntHMrYVPE0WutYRJy6EtYxNiX2me7xgViClftBBx4Thm887r3RrK0AUzsfK2NJJLmtelv1lbBb0MgJ60eNM9/s400/appraiser+023.jpg" /></em> <div><em></em></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438110164247073538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-RwAhQ1AT62612uoXY93F1Kqs79y96q4MA8k_VKlS6V3WRSFdMOO74F2AiQWf8RmiKKhO2X0wPyvRlkG4T99VbGRVK8wQu7C5BKCPFZ_9JYa79G4_97sxRkb448SG2_YKr06sIxql2s7K/s400/appraiser+020.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438108140115278530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi920gUGKVv1pF-ec6egHzqZbNfwjUaadyXjP1n0KBzgQCtd_XOYxlH4aK7jV-C005yWLE4O3E9k85BlbdD_mPT1p2BBwYY_uf9hAR-zQGfPEzxVqnYnrlqdmepfCoh_qLet6oNeLi94VFk/s400/appraiser+004.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />And the other thing--it's not like I'd leave the decor with the house when I go. Anyway...,my feelings were just a little hurt that he didn't want to embrace my retro room for what it is...RETRO!vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-59733868051494379092010-02-09T20:33:00.002-06:002010-02-09T21:17:23.116-06:00A whole new world...and not in a good way.A few things have happened in the past few weeks that have changed me. I have always thought that when celebrities and the likes try to tell me how my life should be and what I should think about products, morals, religion, politics and whatever else they think they know it all about that they are so <em>out of touch with mainstream America</em>, phooey on them. I go on with my middle class life and think that I know what Americans think and how they live and what they should believe and then BAM....<br /><br />...a woman (the grandmother) comes into the store and has three children under the age of 3 with her and she is keeping them while their mom is in prison. The youngest is probably 2 months old, the next just 10 months older than the first. Mom went to prison just after the older one was born and must have been pregnant with the second. She's hoping that the daughter gets out in May. In the meantime, she takes them to visitation day and tries to help her create a bond and hopes to help her went she gets home. <br /><br />...a woman that I have known a while comes into the store and she is fostering three small children under the age of 3 whose mother is 22 years old completely on her own. The father and the grandfather have probably abused the children and are in prison the mother wants the children back but works the overnight shift at Wal-Mart and has absolutely no support system here. The case worker is headed to a hearing to recommend terminating her rights.<br /><br />...a man walks into the store and he has obviously been beaten...to a pulp beaten...His wounds have been treated but are still fresh. He is walking with a cane and shaking uncontrollably. He is coming in for a purpose--he knows Glen (the former manager) will give him a ride home. He has taken the bus from the Downtown Medical Center to the bus stop at store's corner. I know not to take him alone so myself and another employee take him home, if he even had a home, we're still not sure. The conversation between this man and my employee is about how many times they have been attacked and how they know better than to be out at night....etc. This is their world.<br /><br />...my employee's daughter shows up at home in the wee hours Sunday morning after having been out with a friend that they have warned her numerous times about. She is bleeding so badly the my employee is sure that she is going to die. She describes the scene to me with tears rolling down her face. She has been attacked by a gang of girls that were after the <em>friend</em>. She has been stabbed and cut with box knives. She drives herself home because no one would call 911, and when the police were called the friend won't give the names of the gang of girls. The <em>friend</em> walked away with out a scratch. My employee's daughter has staples in her head, a stitched wound 12 inches long from her forehead to mid throat (which I saw), a chest wound and a shoulder wound. My daughter is safe in bed in her middle class home.<br /><br />These are just a few of the stories I have from the last few days--countless others come through the doors daily. My world is small, safe and protected. I am grateful. I hope in the gratefulness I am also compassionate, merciful, gracious, understanding, and tenderhearted. <br /><br /><br /><em><strong>"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'"</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Matthew 25:40</strong></em><br /><em><strong></strong></em>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-45073156725667737572010-02-01T21:51:00.009-06:002010-02-01T22:36:14.739-06:00The Trolls perspective...<div align="center">At our Small Group Christmas Party, which due to unforeseen circumstances, was actually celebrated on New Year's Eve, we had our now traditional Dirty Santa gifts and our party raffle prizes. <em></em>I will have to tell you that our Raffle prizes are now becoming something of a challenge -- I always feel the need to have some<em> great</em> prizes--a theme that ties into the game choice--random unisex prizes--etc.. The theme changed with this party--because now I am the manager of a thrift store --so the raffle prizes took on a life of their own. I brought all kinds of raffle prizes that you never knew you needed or were certain you didn't want. But the anticipation of what you might have to open was quite fun. We had a range of prizes from a set of four 35th anniversary Wal-Mart glasses, NKOTB (original) board game, a huge purple stuffed ape, and troll dolls. Everyone went home with something equally <em>remarkable</em>.<br /><br />My friend Tonya <s>ended up with</s> won the Troll dolls. It so happened that we were planning a little New Year's getaway the next day to Great Wolf Lodge and when we arrived at their house to depart these two little guys were eagerly anticipating the trip.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433493088743772114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oxxB5kEeXQ6nRcrYxRAHof2aW0EEevtcme012St4b6IBT59Q3fAwP35fVRcjYcu8DOlwKYCXNKHRaelD9yqF1KqaUOwOiJvahL7T7bU_X2kH63YjMo2eBSIPWcltPAsU018R08qRE8m_/s400/trolls+packed+up.jpg" /> <p align="center">So let me tell you that a great time was had by all participants, especially the troll dolls.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433494365929779618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ogiQxD2dRPPHXYRqFUIMCgyF_a8SB1uAQazdwDjC07MxuV5Y9SmPOGBhi4wj62rIZkrfFOee2euF-1OO1jabIqYB0yC2yBE_W6brS1H5zCnIv10miH9r_Pppe9BX9JydXP2GXj6THnrd/s400/trolls+at+waterpark.jpg" /><br /><p align="center">Trolls at the Waterpark area--<br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433493925026411602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcNYghprVivmjF3Wq9-CjcltR1Ee2WRh23biLGr4HguqxbXi76AGr613ytWM1gvcg9RUX4xZV2avlmp-qAWKBH7xoYsjKvsw1uQ1gOSavxyt3QmVGEh4kUIASFchXJqAGLP25FLpWrhSUp/s400/trolls+at+grapevine+mills.jpg" /> <p align="center"> Trolls at Grapevine Mall--<br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433493683884309202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV6SpWxXAyky06gjM6uTLfyAVnxMq9EtdLl70sVuwDW0nAOZ-W1AHjDw0_d9Zt9Z7aroIK0naBgkMQrmIpqFaYA0LPnmRhZV_rQhAgtVdAhYV9QPBQkiVCI14rabBvC02Rwn1nW1MDvct/s400/trolls+cracker+barrel.jpg" /> Trolls at lunch--yummy chicken-n-dumplins </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433495184964080818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62_0sqx55R88A7O-aBexObf_FNxrHGg_PMFUIaRJPwDl0ULHADNVwzeEAKrGbTp39_DQTt5zYD8wfAtBTNckZYf4xaf0E_aM4r3xbzE9tQVQHd5g6hiaUu6je_azUFzlm2PwRVuQ3B5oh/s400/trolls+cabana.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Trolls enjoying the Cabana--gotta have me some football.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433498226958264386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JDKA4_G9yjX1gOpsrWePtOyzPXikFmbPqpE3SsFuR7RNcSCSDWGE-2sbMnlQ-CLeTazWRjpLXpvlC65jmOM0guQDLQdBJp8K6__SEul5i60_ds5P-ZXvp54I80VTrJWk__z68vm7r26C/s400/trolls+at+breakfast.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><div align="center">Trolls enjoying the breakfast buffet</div><div align="center"><br /> </div></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433495199454565218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0SYw1AU_upWWvkzWm5wCgUXHDWymn3muIXuIZqLYziszzIzBgkuCdgYhNCWEoJOo60Z5UVaP-tgxNw_0TD3_DVijEmZPmb98UCtu6Lv73X8N3ijg2iETHTptfjbRb-EgifSdAY_N7mlV/s400/trolls+seatbelt.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Buckled in and ready to head for home</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433495189301786754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKH587lL6v1LGswdQHheX_d5wke3BXPss640RfvZLxSMx7LFKdiOP7ERGvKtfwXHlmc4cpwueEd7BqmqQqw-T3xyckeN0SQQ6xqCiWWLTrlWcX470ECIhsAsHGpHog-QG7zRbRbI2N7E6/s400/trolls+dinner.jpg" /> </div><div align="center">The Bales-Smith end of vacation tradition of dinner at Chili's. No vacation is complete without it, no matter how tired, worn-out, sick, or loopy we might be.<br /></div></s></s><s><s></s></s>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-18785658126624402352010-01-23T16:11:00.003-06:002010-01-23T16:20:40.208-06:00Saturday at home...Lounging on the couch Saturday with my daughter while watching <em>Legally <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Blonde</span></em> and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conversation</span> went something like this...<br /><div></div><br /><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">CiCi's</span> commercial is on, the one where the woman stuffs the whole cinnamon roll into her mouth at the end (yuck--it does not entice me to go there)...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jenna: "Let's go there."</div><br /><div>Me: "where?, to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">CiCi's</span>??, I ask in surprise.</div><br /><div>Jenna : "Yeah"</div><br /><div>Me: "Really?"</div><br /><div>Jenna: Yeah, we can go there in our pajamas"</div><br /><div>Me: "In our Pajamas?"</div><br /><div>Jenna: "Yeah, it's not a very fancy restaurant."</div><br /><div>I'm now expecting Stacey and Clinton to knock on our door any minute to tell us that have been secretly filming us and sweep us away to their studio.....<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430063053722713618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCId8zVETOoW2M71MDdgGUP9B6MEUv6mn2Uo6m7Z55JzIW7pKLECNEvujQAfHGRNiudk5VkvcroS4dQXuSqG1qfAmOZEsSl6OMynN6TKH4v3FakOKZ9bY_laRidhp-xrIEUjCJ8ainRuM/s400/what-not-wear-london06.jpg" /></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-59121655568985132912010-01-13T09:46:00.002-06:002010-01-13T09:52:38.961-06:00What the Heck is this?<div align="center">Okay, I think the giraffe thingy is probably some kind of nightmarish trinket box, and I'm pretty sure the other item is missing some parts--which is why we get most things. Come by and see the store for yourselves...we'd love to have you visit.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS93VhjhN5n4UeQIcZt7P82aZq31HPGmDH9pOG0vHiBPYxj0Du4cqD6hl_C7x5II6uXQtNdD0HMRHEU21BaEraCvqw1Vq3l_ZsYKs5NA51P1lEuGSt8BSQcxhVtOVhcmeetZWCVlTLzTzY/s1600-h/what+the+heck+020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426251787196720418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS93VhjhN5n4UeQIcZt7P82aZq31HPGmDH9pOG0vHiBPYxj0Du4cqD6hl_C7x5II6uXQtNdD0HMRHEU21BaEraCvqw1Vq3l_ZsYKs5NA51P1lEuGSt8BSQcxhVtOVhcmeetZWCVlTLzTzY/s400/what+the+heck+020.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoP5iXJYNlC2cWFnLOWW2jlbtlHChzH5Itm-OPybRktZ3mzsSIhf6cp3ukGROD8YdyKo7FBIyIjUxJyemlDNZJUs2902f8LEmqpwTFyLQw_dSyONGdIEFBn0mG8Oa8Mw8DyJpG3v15CM3/s1600-h/what+the+heck+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426251697740837026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaoP5iXJYNlC2cWFnLOWW2jlbtlHChzH5Itm-OPybRktZ3mzsSIhf6cp3ukGROD8YdyKo7FBIyIjUxJyemlDNZJUs2902f8LEmqpwTFyLQw_dSyONGdIEFBn0mG8Oa8Mw8DyJpG3v15CM3/s400/what+the+heck+019.jpg" /></a><br />Sorry for the quality of the photos, my camera battery died as I took the second photo.<br /><div></div></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-27674482053305157312010-01-12T20:24:00.002-06:002010-01-12T20:49:27.038-06:00Happy Anniversary to Me...I can't believe I almost let this day pass by without a word about the significance of it. One year ago today I posted my first blog post. It was something totally goofy about the moon. It meant absolutely nothing to anyone, including me.<br /><br />It held significance because it started me on a journey that I never intended to be on. It all started because I wanted to be able to share vacation photos with Jenna's friends family when we took her to Walt Disney World last March. So in trying to prepare for that event I stared a blog. It has taken me so much farther than just posting a trip report.<br /><br />What have I learned this year as I became a blogger...<br /><ul><li>I have friends that started out as mere acquaintances. </li><li>Other people are as Disney Crazy as me.</li><li>That when a particular friend of mine mentions me on <em>her</em> blog my readership skyrockets.</li><li>I now know who "The Pioneer Woman" is and have friends who have been to her ranch.</li><li>Blogging was a great record of the past year's events</li><li>It has given me an outlet for my cynicism and my idealism.</li><li>When my life took a new road this year the blog gave me a place to share the journey.</li><li>It has introduced me to a new vocabulary about social networking.</li><li>It gives me one more outlet to brag about my daughter.</li><li>I have learned to carry my camera with me, cause you never know...</li><li>Hidden Mickeys are everywhere.</li><li>I love the blogger community, thanks letting me part of it.</li></ul><p>Here's to a great upcoming year. I hope that as my life takes twists and turns you'll be here with me. I imagine that this year will bring a whole new set of circumstances as this new job matures into a greater ministry opportunity than I ever imagined. Keep me and the Reaching Our City, Inc. organization in your prayers. Grace and Peace to you and yours.</p>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-13473901605494613372010-01-04T22:46:00.002-06:002010-01-04T22:51:35.423-06:00HMM 12<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfUE1bIEivCff7RHGG4iRSUvzi_r4Md_0D3vGlcYObVRPFStxJ1c1We7404UNY8rf-to0E6qqzvZ_R54EGufiaeitWqgXIkntp8Px3mAxEcNFgr0iFPdqRLu_aK5mR0fzU5UX6U7pTPCQ/s1600-h/hmm+logo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113232985402594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLfUE1bIEivCff7RHGG4iRSUvzi_r4Md_0D3vGlcYObVRPFStxJ1c1We7404UNY8rf-to0E6qqzvZ_R54EGufiaeitWqgXIkntp8Px3mAxEcNFgr0iFPdqRLu_aK5mR0fzU5UX6U7pTPCQ/s400/hmm+logo.jpg" /></a> The first HMM of the new year. This is a great HMM but it was rather a hard picture to get seeing that I was driving my car at the time. I got some really good ones, then I realized that you could read the tag number so I tried again with this result. Happy HMM hunting.</div><div align="center">Have a Magical Hidden Mickey Day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_Haov8LoxyQmUAccdekB9uOSH2HUKeeeiIdOvJS0bDqY40nD0tMdLJhDhIaw70gL_1RI1yW6HhyUwn2fBKZElHQAb9tijpcUj5pwKQNpkIwXV2WpRW9NSqfDOim7nJb5loowSEkAMxCf/s1600-h/hmm+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423113224171672962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM_Haov8LoxyQmUAccdekB9uOSH2HUKeeeiIdOvJS0bDqY40nD0tMdLJhDhIaw70gL_1RI1yW6HhyUwn2fBKZElHQAb9tijpcUj5pwKQNpkIwXV2WpRW9NSqfDOim7nJb5loowSEkAMxCf/s400/hmm+017.jpg" /></a><br /></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-19635695232392721032009-12-30T18:39:00.003-06:002009-12-30T18:42:20.340-06:00Really?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TBV9GcyqJQuqJIZ-H7EBF1l7dixhHpJIC_Ntec2K7j_0KD-5NUK6UBl2dNIy47-YK5DttPsR0vl13XWYoLMRwlGPExSqAaJdEXFk35DJJXIT8sWqfIqhqXQ_n-Wkuz0QOl7c8B2OlVAR/s1600-h/What+the+heck+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421193637853614914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7TBV9GcyqJQuqJIZ-H7EBF1l7dixhHpJIC_Ntec2K7j_0KD-5NUK6UBl2dNIy47-YK5DttPsR0vl13XWYoLMRwlGPExSqAaJdEXFk35DJJXIT8sWqfIqhqXQ_n-Wkuz0QOl7c8B2OlVAR/s400/What+the+heck+015.jpg" /></a> Seriously? Someone donated these today. An empty egg carton and two empty creamer bottles. I'm really hoping that we got them by mistake, although the creamer bottles had been rinsed out. I'm just saying....<br /><br /></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-43378801250699603962009-12-29T21:00:00.002-06:002009-12-29T21:39:47.184-06:00Thanks for the Memories...As 2009 comes to a close I find myself trying to do a year in review...the fact that I find it difficult to remember does not speak well of the current state of tiredness. Well here goes...<br /><br /><strong>January 2009</strong><br /><ul><li>I joined the world of blogging, I never would've dreamed that I could have kept up with this for a year. More to come, I hope.</li><li>I started or restarted scrapbooking with new friends</li></ul><p><strong>February 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Celebrated our 2oth Wedding Anniversary</li><li>Celebrated the life of Doctor Knight</li><li>A great Small Group start</li><li>Facebook and Twitter</li></ul><p><strong>March 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Disney World through the eyes of a first-timer. We got to take go to Walt Disney World and take Jenna's friend</li><li>A new van...not a planned event, but nice all the same</li><li>Loss of an Uncle</li></ul><p><strong>April 2009</strong></p><ul><li>The blessing of another birthday--better than the alternative.</li><li>The beginning of the forever being promised office remodel.</li><li>Too many Musicals. </li></ul><p><strong>May 2009</strong></p><ul><li>The end of 6th grade for Jenna.</li><li>Beginning of summer break.</li><li>Some great new friendships made.</li></ul><p><strong>June 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Great vacation to Orange Beach, AL with the Bales. The Caribe Resort Rocks.</li><li>Death of Michael Jackson</li></ul><p><strong>July 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Cooking classes for Jenna--one of the best things ever.</li><li>Feelings of needing a new job opportunity</li></ul><p><strong>August 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Bethany Girls Breakaway 2009-- A great weekend with daughters and moms</li><li>The start of HMM</li><li>Jim starts Photo of the Day blog</li><li>The remodel was finally complete.</li><li>The start of 7th grade.</li></ul><p><strong>September 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Guiding Light comes to and end after 70+ years</li><li>Jenna turned 12</li><li>The Homecoming car accident--glad everyone was safe.</li></ul><p><strong>October 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Trip to WDW with my best friend. Food and Wine Festival--no responsibilities--splitting meals. ALL GOOD.</li><li>The Nehemiah Series--sermons to change your life.</li><li>A new JOB!!</li><li>1ooth anniversary of BFC--Jenna joins the church.</li></ul><p><strong>November 2009</strong></p><ul><li>A new job-- like none I've ever taken. </li><li>Tragic death of a friend</li><li>Death of an Uncle</li><li>Great Thanksgiving trip to Ohio. Spent with great family that I wished didn't live so far away.</li></ul><p><strong>December 2009</strong></p><ul><li>Another great Christmas card designed and executed by Jim</li><li>A real snow storm in Oklahoma</li><li>Debt free </li><li>The end to a great year of change, some losses and some great blessings in our lives.</li></ul><p>I hope as you do a review of the past year that you find most of yours full of great memories and wonderful events. Even in the tragic happenings I hope that we all are able to find ourselves more grateful for the blessings we have and that we not take them or one another for granted in the coming year. God's grace and peace to you.</p>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463471567497345227.post-65276047588847411182009-12-23T22:10:00.004-06:002009-12-23T22:17:59.176-06:00What the heck is this?<div align="center"> It really amazes more and more everyday what comes through the store in the donations. Some I'm sure weren't really meant for the donation pile and some just leave us wondering...<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">What the heck are these???</div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651441165784322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynRy3qHUX58mKOJuVZRr96ZvevSNkvGzYIUQqfTJa4T4lpG0TnkjQ4c7z7kicXf2A_4w5yQLBOlQmvm88b2tUV_33Fo-wBhv9bBUUliJk4RNHx_CUXqAV7fiMh4Yg1BycwEt9tmQuLDEp/s400/What+the+heck+013.jpg" /></p><p align="center">They have no relationship to one another...just both equally puzzling.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650980568642530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVzMFyaVRgejKxtkWijiZwFuJmkLMElBSvuuvE9lKaUZKNFcpWaw6x-jpbKzAbtR1luBwxlfgP1KgtPgfN3xCqvU0Xy78DJlkeZYEur53uxWIduPBwboU8egMHhoTIM_1QGCH3t-QqOMH/s400/What+the+heck+012.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2Nayy3nWoVnHY9Pxn6iXIH4OnwtJlSUutdUTRbMstmNTd0fgVYOq1zh64Km6iOdNsxlkb6raWZKSWDj-nNR5yJdfEx3muCMzag1jq_GwDvjrDBNlJJyc8w8HrVu_xAzYzBDVrvMH1RHr/s1600-h/What+the+heck+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418650971293933986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2Nayy3nWoVnHY9Pxn6iXIH4OnwtJlSUutdUTRbMstmNTd0fgVYOq1zh64Km6iOdNsxlkb6raWZKSWDj-nNR5yJdfEx3muCMzag1jq_GwDvjrDBNlJJyc8w8HrVu_xAzYzBDVrvMH1RHr/s400/What+the+heck+011.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Any thoughts??</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Merry Christmas to all of you!!</strong></span></div>vgsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11103247862171482028noreply@blogger.com2