<?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-6440197089354350362</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:42:38.150-08:00</updated><category term='Mom Date'/><category term='homemaking'/><category term='Date With Hubby'/><category term='Fish Wrap'/><category term='Tea Party In The Orchard'/><category term='asparagus'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='Lucy Pendleton'/><category term='Training Children'/><category term='Train Master'/><category term='River Float'/><category term='Sun Chair'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Weight Gain'/><category term='Lord of the Rings'/><category term='Marinated Potato Salad'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='Menopause'/><category term='Strawberry Jam'/><category term='Special Occasion'/><category term='Peace Like A River'/><category term='Scripture Memorization'/><category term='tips for young wives and mothers'/><category term='Collections'/><category term='Chile Con Queso Dip'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='family'/><category term='Tuesday&apos;s Culinary Delights'/><category term='White Dog'/><category term='Melancholy'/><category term='Anticipation'/><category term='Cucumber Salad'/><category term='Wedding Announcement'/><category term='Desert Rose'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Flaming Soup'/><category term='Green Purse'/><category term='Working Mom'/><category term='Remodeling Bathroom'/><category term='News'/><category term='Thankfulness'/><category term='Goats'/><category term='Our Cat'/><category term='Lemon Raspberry Cheese Cake'/><category term='wednesday&apos;s Weekly Updated'/><category term='Regret'/><category term='Douglas Bransom'/><category term='Schedule'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='God&apos;s Word'/><category term='Garden of My Heart'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Shrimp Cocktail Sauce'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Elderly Parents'/><category term='Guacamole'/><category term='Salsa'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Harrison'/><category term='Summer School'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Christian Wife'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Home-Schooling'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Before and After'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Farm Life'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Shirley Price'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Christian Mother'/><category term='Help In Time of Trouble'/><category term='Sisters and Cousins'/><category term='Budgeting'/><category term='Canning'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Grace Kelly Glamour'/><category term='Sheri And Nathan And the Loss of Their Two Sons'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Hospitality'/><category term='Monday&apos;s Mom Moments'/><category term='Onions'/><category term='Tuscan Soup'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Sunday Stories of Faith'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Thousand Island Dressing'/><category term='Traditions'/><category term='Beef'/><category term='Amish Cider Press'/><category term='saturday Entertaining'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Our Love Story'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Blue Berries'/><category term='Rhubarb'/><category term='Carrot Cake'/><category term='Green Beans'/><category term='Teens'/><category term='Shrimp'/><category term='Jessica'/><category term='Sickness'/><category term='Sisters'/><category term='God&apos;s Protection'/><category term='Rhubarb Lemon Cake'/><category term='Fiesta Ware'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Chocolate Almond Cherry Cake'/><category term='Tea House'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Spices'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Youth Group'/><category term='Unwind'/><category term='Sewing'/><category term='Wife and Mother'/><category term='School'/><category term='Home Made Fire Pit'/><category term='Kitchen'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Fun Day With...'/><category term='Soap Box'/><category term='Slander'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Mothering'/><category term='Freezing and Gardening'/><category term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><category term='Friday&apos;s Feature'/><category term='Celebrate'/><category term='Sharon&apos;s Blog'/><category term='Pasta'/><category term='Last Day of School'/><category term='Victoria'/><category term='Clam Sauce'/><category term='Spicy Red Cabbage'/><category term='Candyland Birthday Cake'/><category term='Herbs'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Thrift Shop Finds'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='Show and Tell'/><category term='Hummingbird Food'/><category term='Dining Room'/><category term='Stocking Stuffers'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='Voice to Spirit'/><category term='Recipe - Chuck Roast'/><category term='Poppy Seed Cake'/><category term='Fire Pit'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Thrifting'/><category term='Track'/><category term='Kathi&apos;s News'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Garrett'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Feathering My Nest</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life journal. I'm a Christian who is a happily married wife and mother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4353955324014363580</id><published>2012-01-17T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:21:25.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>When The Cats Are Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-laIFui8O6kM/TxShJ_SKAwI/AAAAAAAAKbI/ae3TI_YOces/s1600/IMG_4372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-laIFui8O6kM/TxShJ_SKAwI/AAAAAAAAKbI/ae3TI_YOces/s640/IMG_4372.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recently my husband and I went out for the evening. All four of our children were home, including our 19 yr. from college. It's funny to see what they do for entertainment when we are away. We came home and found this old malt machine, which our son found near a dumpster and then sanitized for use. Apparently, chocolate malts were made and consumed. Of course they cleaned up the mess in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq7H4bIo14Q/TxSig4HdiHI/AAAAAAAAKbQ/25vEAHaxNJs/s1600/IMG_4380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq7H4bIo14Q/TxSig4HdiHI/AAAAAAAAKbQ/25vEAHaxNJs/s640/IMG_4380.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next thing we found was this cool photo&amp;nbsp;taken with the auto setting on the camera. This was on the computer background screen. I love it that my kids find fun things to do together for amusement; harmless good clean fun. I'm so thankful for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked &lt;br /&gt;or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, &lt;br /&gt;but whose delight is in the law of the LORD, and who meditates on his law day and night." Psalm 1:1-2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4353955324014363580?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4353955324014363580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4353955324014363580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4353955324014363580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4353955324014363580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-cats-are-away.html' title='When The Cats Are Away...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-laIFui8O6kM/TxShJ_SKAwI/AAAAAAAAKbI/ae3TI_YOces/s72-c/IMG_4372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-160750897030153933</id><published>2012-01-06T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:10:06.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><title type='text'>It's Fun to Be A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKRF15OjJk/Twe2zDWbq5I/AAAAAAAAKY4/bL_OE6WOnX8/s1600/Kathi+with+Kathy+purse+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKRF15OjJk/Twe2zDWbq5I/AAAAAAAAKY4/bL_OE6WOnX8/s640/Kathi+with+Kathy+purse+3.jpg" width="418px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is so much fun to be a girl! I love dressing nicely with frilly, sparkly and fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca2l_xE7z5M/Twe3Amcw09I/AAAAAAAAKZA/_cBcyzaQGaA/s1600/Kathy+purse+leopard+gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca2l_xE7z5M/Twe3Amcw09I/AAAAAAAAKZA/_cBcyzaQGaA/s640/Kathy+purse+leopard+gold.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just love my Kathy Van Zeeland purse, which my &lt;a href="http://roseofsharonmaytest.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;dear sister Sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, told me to get for $4 dollars at a thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNQHqm9S_pk/Twe3E7GSmPI/AAAAAAAAKZI/9l2yW86FubU/s1600/Kathi+its+fun+to+be+a+girl+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="554px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNQHqm9S_pk/Twe3E7GSmPI/AAAAAAAAKZI/9l2yW86FubU/s640/Kathi+its+fun+to+be+a+girl+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love my jacket on sale at Penney's before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5nFk7sgucA/Twe3Hy6Rg9I/AAAAAAAAKZQ/2ofk00KzipA/s1600/Kathi+pale+pink+shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5nFk7sgucA/Twe3Hy6Rg9I/AAAAAAAAKZQ/2ofk00KzipA/s640/Kathi+pale+pink+shoes.jpg" width="518px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I adore these pink ballet shoes with the jewels, $17 dollars Forever 21 before Christmas. I used to wear only black shoes, which meant one black flat, one black heel, one black boot,&amp;nbsp;and have one pair of tennis shoes for recreation. I'm realizing it is fun and stylish to get out of my comfort zone and try new colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzG-chvCEIE/Twe3KecknII/AAAAAAAAKZY/H6kzC7UXoTc/s1600/Kathi+with+Kathy+purse+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzG-chvCEIE/Twe3KecknII/AAAAAAAAKZY/H6kzC7UXoTc/s640/Kathi+with+Kathy+purse+3.jpg" width="418px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://roseofsharonmaytest.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sharon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; also talked me into buying these corduroy green pants, for $4 dollars at a thrift store. They fit perfectly. I love trying new things and using good sense on a budget. Thanks Sharon. I love shopping with you. I do think that when I shop at thrift stores and garage sales I am being careful with money, plus I get to have more fun being a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She is energetic and strong, a hard worker. She makes sure her dealings are profitable; her lamp burns late into the night." Proverbs 31:17-18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-160750897030153933?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/160750897030153933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=160750897030153933&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/160750897030153933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/160750897030153933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-fun-to-be-girl.html' title='It&apos;s Fun to Be A Girl'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDKRF15OjJk/Twe2zDWbq5I/AAAAAAAAKY4/bL_OE6WOnX8/s72-c/Kathi+with+Kathy+purse+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8633596165796374819</id><published>2011-12-31T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:12:07.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>Just Thought I'd add...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-egFFqhPkM/TwIdFZfTTzI/AAAAAAAAKYw/LPblDyBnSBk/s1600/Gene+and+Joyce+Daoust+The+Formula+book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-egFFqhPkM/TwIdFZfTTzI/AAAAAAAAKYw/LPblDyBnSBk/s640/Gene+and+Joyce+Daoust+The+Formula+book.jpg" width="510px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven years ago my brother visited me at my home in Washington state. He left this book with me. My husband and I soon became pregnant with our son Garrett. I was 40 years old and delivered him when I was 41. I read this book. I took it to heart. I thought I'd share this for those who struggle with weight loss and who want to be strong and healthy. Most of what they say in this book is how I ate, unknowingly, just because I&lt;br /&gt;felt good when I ate this way. I believe there is an order to the way one eats. I appreciate what they say about the woman who ate a banana and drank a diet Coke on the way to her treadmill; she burnt the banana on that treadmill, but not her fat. Please, Dear Blogging Friends Struggling, "Don't burn the banana!" Instead, eat a handful of blanched almonds, which do not&amp;nbsp; turn instantly to blood sugar, rather they, are harder to turn into blood sugar. They wait. Your body has no choice, with the blanched almonds, it burns YOUR FAT. Please read this book. I was not trying to lose weight, but I did follow the diet, while expecting Garrett. He was so healthy when he was born, and the weight came right off of me at age 41. I do believe that genetics and environment play a part. I was breast fed. My mother was thin. She had very little milk-fat. I have thin arms and legs. My younger sister was put on formula: some kind of syrup including Karo Syrup, and cream,&amp;nbsp;from DAY ONE. She, of course has a different set of fat cells to deal with than I do, even though we have the same parents. All of this is unfair, but it is reality. Our mother was hospitalized and could not nurse our baby sister Sharon. She had a fever of 105; unthinkable, but true, due to a kidney infection. Who suffered? My mother...pain...fear....worry over her children. Who else suffered? My dad...took time off work...sang songs to Kelli and me, ages 18 months and 32 months, with his guitar. Who else suffered? Well, &amp;nbsp;Aunt Maudie got up early and&amp;nbsp;made the formula, and brought it over, &amp;nbsp;and kept it in the fridge. Sharon, suffered.&amp;nbsp;She did not get to nurse from her own mama. She has different struggles today than her older two sisters do. &amp;nbsp;Sharon,&amp;nbsp;Sweet&amp;nbsp;baby Sharon, who survived! She lived!! Praise God!! What would I do without my Dear Sweet Sister Sharon?&amp;nbsp; We all have different areas where fat collects on our bodies. We are all beautiful. We do not deserve to be judged in a negative way if we have more fat cells than our sisters do. We lived!!! God loves us and wants us and has use for us, Period!! I just want to share with you, this book, in case it could help someone, by just changing the order in which she eats. In example, it is better to eat a handful of blanched almonds and get on the treadmill, instead of a banana. The almonds do not convert instantly to blood sugar. Your body will be forced to burn stored fat... something to think about. I pray blessings over all of you who are struggling with weight issues. Know that God loves you and that you are beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;Let's look to the heart of those we are acquainted with and are related to. Let's learn to love and not look on the outside all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags." Proverbs 23:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then he said, “My son, bring me some of your game to eat, so that I may give you my blessing.” Jacob brought it to him and he ate; and he brought some wine and he drank." Genesis 27:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-egFFqhPkM/TwIdFZfTTzI/AAAAAAAAKYw/LPblDyBnSBk/s1600/Gene+and+Joyce+Daoust+The+Formula+book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-egFFqhPkM/TwIdFZfTTzI/AAAAAAAAKYw/LPblDyBnSBk/s320/Gene+and+Joyce+Daoust+The+Formula+book.jpg" width="255px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8633596165796374819?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8633596165796374819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8633596165796374819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8633596165796374819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8633596165796374819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-thought-id-add.html' title='Just Thought I&apos;d add...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-egFFqhPkM/TwIdFZfTTzI/AAAAAAAAKYw/LPblDyBnSBk/s72-c/Gene+and+Joyce+Daoust+The+Formula+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8091306376426809460</id><published>2011-12-31T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:27:22.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathi&apos;s News'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve with My Parents and an Update of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-N56LHGfj8/Tv-TaW5-hkI/AAAAAAAAKXE/7p5lp7wkT2w/s1600/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-N56LHGfj8/Tv-TaW5-hkI/AAAAAAAAKXE/7p5lp7wkT2w/s640/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our family drove down to see my parents on Christmas Eve. We all came except our oldest son Harrison, who was sick with a fever and chills. I love you Dad and Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FFEPQ2PRM0/Tv-TdY0FZzI/AAAAAAAAKXM/nWPpFTuWfWA/s1600/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FFEPQ2PRM0/Tv-TdY0FZzI/AAAAAAAAKXM/nWPpFTuWfWA/s640/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm always glad when our Garrett can spend time with&amp;nbsp;you Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpHHSU8rLqY/Tv-Tj-mlx4I/AAAAAAAAKXU/VLBvjVUofqw/s1600/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpHHSU8rLqY/Tv-Tj-mlx4I/AAAAAAAAKXU/VLBvjVUofqw/s640/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sad that&amp;nbsp;you are both&amp;nbsp;in pain; Daddy with sciatic&amp;nbsp;nerve pain from&amp;nbsp;your lower back to&amp;nbsp;your knee, and Mom headaches, weakness and dizziness. I'm sad to see&amp;nbsp;you hurting like this.&amp;nbsp;You are on our prayer list.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad I got to see you Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4AsVm-hzWw/Tv-Ts31Q_6I/AAAAAAAAKXc/KUrL0Dfapz0/s1600/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4AsVm-hzWw/Tv-Ts31Q_6I/AAAAAAAAKXc/KUrL0Dfapz0/s640/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm glad our three younger children could visit on this day too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzaxr3b2fl8/Tv-UQkW-zKI/AAAAAAAAKX0/7a9nuDhaFqA/s1600/Kathi+Christmas+Eve+in+Kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uzaxr3b2fl8/Tv-UQkW-zKI/AAAAAAAAKX0/7a9nuDhaFqA/s640/Kathi+Christmas+Eve+in+Kitchen.jpg" width="632" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we got home I changed into my tried and true holiday shirt, which still fits me. I made a stir fry for dinner. Look at the wall behind my stove. This was an early Christmas present for me from my dear husband. I just love it. It's that fake tile, which can be placed right over the top of torn wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ej5RjHMcxMs/Tv-UN5LygDI/AAAAAAAAKXs/F1W7L3L_VnM/s1600/Kathi+Christmas+Eve+making+some+rice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ej5RjHMcxMs/Tv-UN5LygDI/AAAAAAAAKXs/F1W7L3L_VnM/s640/Kathi+Christmas+Eve+making+some+rice.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, I made some rice.&amp;nbsp; The post before this dealt with my being down and beginning my exercise program. My goal is not to get thin. I do have about 3 yucky inches around my waist, which I'd be glad to lose, but my true goal is to be fit and healthy. I am eating my usual food. I have not changed my diet. I eat the five food groups. I do try to eat the fat from real peanut butter, avocados, almonds and fish rather than other fats. I have done this for years. I still eat a snack or two of good chocolate and maybe a cookie. The main thing I am doing is getting up and moving and staying on the treadmill for at least 40 minutes every day, sometimes morning and evening. I can't tell you how much better I am feeling inside and out. The day these pictures ware taken I was still down and sad, but I am feeling cheerful now. Praise God! Oh, and can't forget the olives. I love love love olives; especially the purple kind. I eat those in moderation. The fat is the good kind a body needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.” Nehemiah 8:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8091306376426809460?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8091306376426809460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8091306376426809460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8091306376426809460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8091306376426809460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-with-my-parents-and.html' title='Christmas Eve with My Parents and an Update of Me'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n-N56LHGfj8/Tv-TaW5-hkI/AAAAAAAAKXE/7p5lp7wkT2w/s72-c/Christmas+visit+to+Dad+and+Moms+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2765834679249403285</id><published>2011-12-30T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:52:28.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday&apos;s Weekly Updated'/><title type='text'>Even Christians Get Depressed Now and Then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r419fn4AmXI/Tv6BLTzt40I/AAAAAAAAKWU/DVIF2DCs8Og/s1600/Kathi+at+the+Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r419fn4AmXI/Tv6BLTzt40I/AAAAAAAAKWU/DVIF2DCs8Og/s640/Kathi+at+the+Window.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God." Psalm 42:5 Sometimes Christian become sad or discouraged. Sometimes it is for no reason. Sometimes a person can have everything worldly desirable, and still feel down. I truly went through a two week period of feeling low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wCg_M6IebI/Tv6BNJXHu8I/AAAAAAAAKWc/KOUT0x2JJQM/s1600/Kathi+at+the+Window+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wCg_M6IebI/Tv6BNJXHu8I/AAAAAAAAKWc/KOUT0x2JJQM/s640/Kathi+at+the+Window+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"...so the king asked me, “Why does your face look so sad when you are not ill? This can be nothing but sadness of heart.” Nehemiah 2:2. For me I had two things bothering me, which I took to the Lord. One was an old friendship, which suddenly ended with no reason, and which I said a hurtful thing to the woman who had hurt me years ago. That alone could bring this thing on. Another friend, a neighbor has harshly judged me without cause. We even attend the same church. The Lord knows all about this and I will extend the hand of kindness to her anyway. The other was a concern that I was not exercising, which adds up to guilt. My heart and blood pressure need exercise even if my outer appearance testifies it doesn't. My doctor told me a year ago to begin an exercises program and I was too lazy to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbMBOSoBazM/Tv6BOsHUFjI/AAAAAAAAKWk/vIODO91Xmxc/s1600/Kathi+at+the+Window+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbMBOSoBazM/Tv6BOsHUFjI/AAAAAAAAKWk/vIODO91Xmxc/s640/Kathi+at+the+Window+3.jpg" width="454px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You, LORD, hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry," Psalm 10:17. I prayed and laid my heavy heart before the Lord. I asked for forgiveness and for ability to forgive those who'd hurt me, and ability to get moving. Seven days ago I got on the treadmill. Before doing this I took an aspirin and ate a piece of Adam's real peanut butter toast on whole grain. I also had two cups of coffee and a large glass of water near the treadmill. I put on an old DVD sitcom and began walking. All I did was walk. I walked for 40 minutes. The next day I did the same and for the next six days I did the same with increasing amount of speed from comfortable speed of 3 to that of 6 for half a min. and back to 3 and so on. I am trusting the Lord and He is lifting my spirits. I am feeling better and love the new energy I am feeling each day. I have even got on the treadmill after dinner twice with my slow but steady pace. The guilt is lifting. I thank the Lord for His love and guidance and strength to do what I know is right. The friend whom I hurt has blocked me from being her friend on face book. That is okay with me. I don't have the depression anymore. I still don't understand, but I have love and forgiveness at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPHSEAEnGnY/Tv6M9mTGNdI/AAAAAAAAKWw/djh_YCXTdsc/s1600/The+Dick+van+Dyke+Show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uPHSEAEnGnY/Tv6M9mTGNdI/AAAAAAAAKWw/djh_YCXTdsc/s640/The+Dick+van+Dyke+Show.jpg" width="507px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I must be a lazy person, for I would not get on the treadmill. So for me, it took rigging up an old tv in the garage with a DVD player. I found this Dick van Dyke series at a thrift store for one dollar and it is now helping me to stay on that treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0a1B1psYEU/Tv6NAI3BMlI/AAAAAAAAKW4/3Esax6-iRV4/s1600/The+Goldbergs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b0a1B1psYEU/Tv6NAI3BMlI/AAAAAAAAKW4/3Esax6-iRV4/s640/The+Goldbergs.jpg" width="457px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some people don't need this kind of coaxing or coddling, but I do. I found this older sitcom, which is fabulous, called The Goldberg's. I love it. These are the kinds of things I need to get me on that treadmill, and I thank God for showing me how to stay on that treadmill. Instead of going to a gym and paying a lot&amp;nbsp; of money, I buy DVD's at thrift stores.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you blogging friends for being patient with me. When I am like this it is hard to post things.&amp;nbsp; I am better now. We shall see how the next few blogging days go. God bless you and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2765834679249403285?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2765834679249403285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2765834679249403285&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2765834679249403285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2765834679249403285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-christians-get-depressed-now-and.html' title='Even Christians Get Depressed Now and Then...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r419fn4AmXI/Tv6BLTzt40I/AAAAAAAAKWU/DVIF2DCs8Og/s72-c/Kathi+at+the+Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8733563009970911342</id><published>2011-12-15T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:56:00.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday&apos;s Weekly Updated'/><title type='text'>Enjoying Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruw11q8c2QE/TuraXSp3q5I/AAAAAAAAKVc/lmSh_VByAdY/s1600/Home+from+the+concert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruw11q8c2QE/TuraXSp3q5I/AAAAAAAAKVc/lmSh_VByAdY/s640/Home+from+the+concert.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Blogging Friends. 'Tis the season to be jolly...I am so thankful that I have been able to do things, things that are important to me, this Christmas season. I have been battling an inner ear infection for a week, which made both dizzy and feverish. I was able to throw a neighborhood party with 30 guests and attend our daughters' jazz choir concert and so many other things in spite of this. I'm thanking the Lord for His goodness to let me be well on those two nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLW3_UBdPG4/TuraZ3f7AZI/AAAAAAAAKVk/Zfz6JqgFkpM/s1600/Harrison+and+Kathi+at+concert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLW3_UBdPG4/TuraZ3f7AZI/AAAAAAAAKVk/Zfz6JqgFkpM/s400/Harrison+and+Kathi+at+concert.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My son Harrison is home from college for the holidays and has helped me so much. My hubby was out of town so, Yesterday Harrison helped me a lot around the house. He brought me Top Ra men and built a fire and so many other things. I am over the inner ear infection now, and so grateful. The girls did such a great job singing. We are so proud of them. One of the favorite songs they sang was "Sisters," from the movie "A White Christmas," very cute. My photos of them did not turn out. I will try to do better with keeping you informed and with more photos. Blessing to you all for a safe evening and a great weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I am the LORD who heals you.” Exodus 15:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8733563009970911342?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8733563009970911342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8733563009970911342&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8733563009970911342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8733563009970911342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/enjoying-christmas-season.html' title='Enjoying Christmas Season'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruw11q8c2QE/TuraXSp3q5I/AAAAAAAAKVc/lmSh_VByAdY/s72-c/Home+from+the+concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-615596735324732005</id><published>2011-12-13T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:43:20.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Culinary Delights'/><title type='text'>Green Tomato Apple Chutney: Recipe From Kerin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKwDZCfQeZA/TufCv-NUQqI/AAAAAAAAKVE/U6HtwCPNzjo/s1600/green+tomato+on+scale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKwDZCfQeZA/TufCv-NUQqI/AAAAAAAAKVE/U6HtwCPNzjo/s640/green+tomato+on+scale.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since my tomatoes had a hard time turning red this year, I decided to make Kerin's green tomato chutney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4A7uaIW-ooo/TufCyu-EFyI/AAAAAAAAKVM/7A2-g3LDkxc/s1600/green+tomato+chutney+in+pot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4A7uaIW-ooo/TufCyu-EFyI/AAAAAAAAKVM/7A2-g3LDkxc/s640/green+tomato+chutney+in+pot.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has apples, rasins, green tomatoes, onion and spices. It's like nothing I've ever tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqoL5J7MPVM/TufDeX8uDuI/AAAAAAAAKVU/h0nFN5kfJSs/s1600/IMG_2698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqoL5J7MPVM/TufDeX8uDuI/AAAAAAAAKVU/h0nFN5kfJSs/s640/IMG_2698.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It looks pretty in the jars. If you'd like to try Kerin's recipe I have included it below. Please visit Kerin's blog. She is a lovely woman with lots of great ideas. Her blog is called&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottageonmain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cottage On Main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Thank you Kerin for your wonderful recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;For this recipe, you will need :&lt;br /&gt;4 Cups of completely green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;3 Cups of firm, tart apples&lt;br /&gt;1 C. raisins&lt;br /&gt;3/4/ C. diced onion&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves of garlic-minced&lt;br /&gt;1 C. packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. sea salt &lt;br /&gt;3/4 C.&amp;nbsp; apple cider vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp. mustard seed&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. roasted ground coriander&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. ground cayenne pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rinse and drain tomatoes. Peel, cut out stems and any blemishes. Cut tomatoes into 1/2 chunks.&lt;br /&gt;Place in heavy pot.&lt;br /&gt;Peel, core and cut the apples into 1/2 inch chunks; add them to the tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Add the raisins, onion, garlic, brown and granulated sugar, salt and vinegar. Mix the ingredients well and bring the mixture to a boil over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat and boil the mixture slowly, and uncovered, stirring often , for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Add the ginger, mustard seed , coriander, cinnamon, and cayenne. Return to a boil, adjust the heat and continue to cook the chutney uncovered at a low boil, stirring it often , until it holds a mounded shape when lifted in a spoon. &lt;br /&gt;Taste it carefully. Remember that the balance of flavors will improve as the chutney mellows in the jar. Add, IF NEEDED, any additional vinegar, sugar, and or salt to taste.&lt;br /&gt;Ladle the boiling -hot chutney into hot, clean pint or half pint jars, leaving 1/4 inch of head space.&lt;br /&gt;Seal the jars with new two-piece canning lids according to manufacturer's directions and process for 15 minutes in a boiling water bath, or steam canner. Cool, label and store the jars.&lt;br /&gt;Let the chutney mellow, and the flavors marry for a few weeks before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe and Idea came from Kerin at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottageonmain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;http://cottageonmain.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once when Jacob was cooking some stew, Esau came in from the open country, famished." Genesis 25:29&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-615596735324732005?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/615596735324732005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=615596735324732005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/615596735324732005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/615596735324732005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/green-tomato-apple-chutney-recipe-from.html' title='Green Tomato Apple Chutney: Recipe From Kerin'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKwDZCfQeZA/TufCv-NUQqI/AAAAAAAAKVE/U6HtwCPNzjo/s72-c/green+tomato+on+scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4269871062968103653</id><published>2011-12-12T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:52:52.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Mom Moments'/><title type='text'>Garrett's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caNqbcmb4mo/TuZWa0WCVkI/AAAAAAAAKT8/7LBOyzX-2CA/s1600/Ten+candles+on+the+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caNqbcmb4mo/TuZWa0WCVkI/AAAAAAAAKT8/7LBOyzX-2CA/s640/Ten+candles+on+the+cake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our baby is ten! Garrett turned ten years old last month. We can't believe how the time has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXPyQBc8MFA/TuZWdsfwADI/AAAAAAAAKUE/YtbBstCTOl4/s1600/Garrett+opening+gifts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXPyQBc8MFA/TuZWdsfwADI/AAAAAAAAKUE/YtbBstCTOl4/s640/Garrett+opening+gifts.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ermenHPaCXo/TuZemzWaSsI/AAAAAAAAKUs/UKPxLKhIrAw/s1600/Garrett+requested+chicken+for+dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ermenHPaCXo/TuZemzWaSsI/AAAAAAAAKUs/UKPxLKhIrAw/s640/Garrett+requested+chicken+for+dinner.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We celebrated with his favorite meal: home-made fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZJSUiUAXZk/TuZWuRF-BbI/AAAAAAAAKUM/5gyN0_Sr-4A/s1600/Jessica+and+Baby+Garrett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZJSUiUAXZk/TuZWuRF-BbI/AAAAAAAAKUM/5gyN0_Sr-4A/s640/Jessica+and+Baby+Garrett.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems like just yesterday you were born. Jessica just loved holding her baby brother, as did all of your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLh-r5D_eP4/TuZW1OHtFcI/AAAAAAAAKUU/ELl7gHsrg1A/s1600/Garrett+Christmas+morning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLh-r5D_eP4/TuZW1OHtFcI/AAAAAAAAKUU/ELl7gHsrg1A/s640/Garrett+Christmas+morning.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a joy to hide and watch you run up to the Christmas tree when you were two, and hop onto this tricycle. You did not know I was watching you. I heard you whisper with delight, "Thank you Daddy and Mama," you knew it was us who bought the trike for you, and you knew it was for you, not your older brother and sisters. I cherish that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_tpriCanOo/TuZmGxy_k3I/AAAAAAAAKU0/o52O2OY3CL4/s1600/a+memory+setting+pipe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t_tpriCanOo/TuZmGxy_k3I/AAAAAAAAKU0/o52O2OY3CL4/s640/a+memory+setting+pipe.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You've grown into such a fine young boy, always helping Daddy set pipe in the field and with the orchard. We are so proud of you Garrett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShIYJIxeklY/TuZXEm7RIaI/AAAAAAAAKUk/E0xd92PBmew/s1600/Garrett+is+ten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShIYJIxeklY/TuZXEm7RIaI/AAAAAAAAKUk/E0xd92PBmew/s640/Garrett+is+ten.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we found out we were expecting&amp;nbsp;another son,&amp;nbsp;over ten years ago, it was a joyous surprise and happy blessing. God is so good to give you to us late in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. They are a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck." Proverbs 1:8-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4269871062968103653?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4269871062968103653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4269871062968103653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4269871062968103653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4269871062968103653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/garretts-birthday.html' title='Garrett&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-caNqbcmb4mo/TuZWa0WCVkI/AAAAAAAAKT8/7LBOyzX-2CA/s72-c/Ten+candles+on+the+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6579764700367524027</id><published>2011-12-09T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:39:53.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday&apos;s Weekly Updated'/><title type='text'>An Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNinWNqbG8M/TuLIFlkfxHI/AAAAAAAAKTM/HgLxEfhItYo/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNinWNqbG8M/TuLIFlkfxHI/AAAAAAAAKTM/HgLxEfhItYo/s640/books.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes we bloggers are going through tough times and we don't let on. I've been going through a bit of a struggle for the last four years. I switched from being a full time stay at home mom and homeschooling my four children, to working part time and now&amp;nbsp;having them in public school. I did this&amp;nbsp;from the wishes of my husband. Honestly, I am so happy and at peace. Here is where the struggle comes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDZjUTXhh_o/TuLJr5SFfaI/AAAAAAAAKTU/QFtD0SKOgfk/s1600/Veritas+press+books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="479" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDZjUTXhh_o/TuLJr5SFfaI/AAAAAAAAKTU/QFtD0SKOgfk/s640/Veritas+press+books.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I still had all of my books. Books to remind me that I failed at homeschooling.&amp;nbsp;Curriculum to remind me that some day maybe I'll be a full time teacher in public school and I will use these again (used this excuse just so I could hold on to these books longer-- not wanting to give up my dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2V-uRn1jkI/TuLJyj4GyXI/AAAAAAAAKTc/LmwfibxgnKE/s1600/Veritas+press+2+books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2V-uRn1jkI/TuLJyj4GyXI/AAAAAAAAKTc/LmwfibxgnKE/s640/Veritas+press+2+books.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These books had become an anchor weighing me down. They were actually an idol to me. Don't get me wrong, these very books could be in another mother's home and serving their purpose just fine. Not in my home. You see instead of inquiring of the Lord to how I should teach, or even to ask His help, I trusted in more curriculum. I used more stuff as my&amp;nbsp;security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nzb3t9xDKk/TuLLZcYMJQI/AAAAAAAAKTk/Dd_6Q7y8e4k/s1600/home+school+bookshelf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nzb3t9xDKk/TuLLZcYMJQI/AAAAAAAAKTk/Dd_6Q7y8e4k/s640/home+school+bookshelf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bought more and more until my shelves were exploding. (No, this is not my house, I got it off the Internet). When we choose to trust in something other than our Lord God, it becomes an idol. It dawned on me one day when my sister Kelli looked at my bookshelves and said, "You don't have much confidence, do you Kathi?" She was right. It was clear that I was not trusting in God. I bought every curriculum from every company just to stay afloat and just to hope that I could do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vM3-EH7N-Q/TuLL9zNtFVI/AAAAAAAAKTs/N0KVD2V8iBc/s1600/Homeschool+book+shelf+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vM3-EH7N-Q/TuLL9zNtFVI/AAAAAAAAKTs/N0KVD2V8iBc/s640/Homeschool+book+shelf+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After failing, and putting my kids in public school, they began to thrive. I did too. I took baby steps in trusting God through each day. My new trust was in the Lord and not in hiding at home and cowering in curriculum. My sister, Kelli, who still home schools, is doing a fabulous job. She trusts in the Lord. Well, I trust in the Lord and I know now that my kids are right where they need to be.&amp;nbsp; Okay, back to the curriculum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NvdBMf2C8Y/TuLOCvm3MXI/AAAAAAAAKT0/0GCBqeQqcfY/s1600/Veritas+press+2+books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3NvdBMf2C8Y/TuLOCvm3MXI/AAAAAAAAKT0/0GCBqeQqcfY/s640/Veritas+press+2+books.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was time to rid my shelves of all of those beloved books. They had a hold on me; after all, they had become an idol to me. I made a&amp;nbsp;phone call and soon it was over. I delivered the books box by box to a deserving home school mother. I never looked back. I do pray that she loves them and rejoices at receiving them for her children and they are used fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QwuydGSexk/TuTO--cE_YI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mk1CN1_CK5I/s1600/IMG_4073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QwuydGSexk/TuTO--cE_YI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mk1CN1_CK5I/s640/IMG_4073.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I myself feel light and the weight has been lifted. The thought of having anything more to do with these books became distasteful to me. &amp;nbsp;Those books are not an idol to their new owner, but they were to me. I'm no longer in the snare and trap Satan had laid for me. I'm walking with new eyes into this new chapter of my life, with bare shelves and a clean slate. I am free to be the wife and mother my family needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNinWNqbG8M/TuLIFlkfxHI/AAAAAAAAKTM/HgLxEfhItYo/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNinWNqbG8M/TuLIFlkfxHI/AAAAAAAAKTM/HgLxEfhItYo/s640/books.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Praise God!!&amp;nbsp; I must tell you that many time I froze in fear and terror when loading those boxes. I have an inkling of what a hoarder feels. I cried many tears. I failed at what I longed to do and someone else gets to succeed; and using "MY" books. Ugh, I said it, the word "my." No, no, this is the part that is so tough. admitting that I don't get to succeed in this. My answer is this: Take one day at a time holding Jesus' hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1WEJywJO5I/TuTRi1hZySI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_rvARyer_H0/s1600/antique+cookbooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1WEJywJO5I/TuTRi1hZySI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_rvARyer_H0/s640/antique+cookbooks.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I now have a place to display my thriftstore cookbooks; so cheerful, they look; a tiny joy for me. I not only have the fun of starting a new season in my life, but I get to watch the fruit from obeying the Lord and placing my faith in Him, not in things. I believe that this really is God's plan for me.  Four years ago when I said, "yes" to my husband about public school, I was elated. My smile was so huge at the grocery store while pushing my cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPIdmyd_JCc/TuT5_qQcunI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fddv_PWinf4/s1600/Kathi+Grocery+store+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPIdmyd_JCc/TuT5_qQcunI/AAAAAAAAAJE/fddv_PWinf4/s400/Kathi+Grocery+store+2.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I couldn't stop smiling and thanking the Lord for being right there with me. I'm sure people noticed. They may have wondered. That, my friends, is peace that only the Lord can give. This kind of peace has no other explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My eyes are ever on the LORD, for only he will release my feet from the snare." Psalm 25:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6579764700367524027?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6579764700367524027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6579764700367524027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6579764700367524027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6579764700367524027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/12/idol.html' title='An Idol'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WNinWNqbG8M/TuLIFlkfxHI/AAAAAAAAKTM/HgLxEfhItYo/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4404187826618423095</id><published>2011-11-27T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:47:53.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Culinary Delights'/><title type='text'>Quick and Easy Enchiladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcNhphSlO68/TtLUCXp6ksI/AAAAAAAAKRk/3OHJ6kEnI2o/s1600/Enchilada+beef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcNhphSlO68/TtLUCXp6ksI/AAAAAAAAKRk/3OHJ6kEnI2o/s640/Enchilada+beef.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of the first weeks after school began I got in the mood to make enchiladas. I like to make shredded beef by searing a round steak on the stove, then slow cooking it in the oven in the same pot. I add onions peppers and enchilada sauce then slow cook at 275 degrees&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKyVMTBoRY8/TtLUGCjwIEI/AAAAAAAAKRs/YTzJo5Fr0C0/s1600/Enchilada+shredded+beef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKyVMTBoRY8/TtLUGCjwIEI/AAAAAAAAKRs/YTzJo5Fr0C0/s640/Enchilada+shredded+beef.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I shred the beef with a fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baJvRRkwiBs/TtLUJiYjO3I/AAAAAAAAKR0/Fs6wWpfA7lk/s1600/Enchilada+olives+and+sour+cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baJvRRkwiBs/TtLUJiYjO3I/AAAAAAAAKR0/Fs6wWpfA7lk/s640/Enchilada+olives+and+sour+cream.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I add sliced black olives, fresh chopped green onion and sour cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XUO3ZzsxUY/TtLUMq_SrrI/AAAAAAAAKR8/s0tdvFyXIrQ/s1600/enchilada+sauce+quick+style.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1XUO3ZzsxUY/TtLUMq_SrrI/AAAAAAAAKR8/s0tdvFyXIrQ/s640/enchilada+sauce+quick+style.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the sauce I mix a can of enchilada sauce and a jar of salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20ZeOehBF3w/TtLUPVNCe9I/AAAAAAAAKSE/BvkL6y_vw_0/s1600/Enchiladas+add+green+chiles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20ZeOehBF3w/TtLUPVNCe9I/AAAAAAAAKSE/BvkL6y_vw_0/s640/Enchiladas+add+green+chiles.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I add a small can of diced chiles to the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zglRyKUSgAE/TtLUSMJ8FQI/AAAAAAAAKSM/o9f5uqrMbWQ/s1600/Enchiladas+torilla+beans+meat+sauce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zglRyKUSgAE/TtLUSMJ8FQI/AAAAAAAAKSM/o9f5uqrMbWQ/s400/Enchiladas+torilla+beans+meat+sauce.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next I spread re fried beans on tortillas and add the meat mixture. Roll them up and lay them seam side down in a 9x13 pan with half the sauce in the bottom. Pour the remaining sauce over and top with sliced olives, Jack cheese and cilantro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkHCA16Rwu0/TtLUWGgQNWI/AAAAAAAAKSU/ivQwAbKOVcw/s1600/Enchiladas+in+pan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkHCA16Rwu0/TtLUWGgQNWI/AAAAAAAAKSU/ivQwAbKOVcw/s640/Enchiladas+in+pan.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Put this in an oven at 350 degrees for 30 minutes or hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkqA50HHYjk/TtLUddR8Y1I/AAAAAAAAKSc/GArUPvAY7EM/s1600/Enchiladas+outside+Kathi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SkqA50HHYjk/TtLUddR8Y1I/AAAAAAAAKSc/GArUPvAY7EM/s640/Enchiladas+outside+Kathi.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My hubby and I decided to sit outside near our creek to eat them. It was such a lovely fall day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpJq35SXF4/TtLUf-RGwCI/AAAAAAAAKSk/K12Cu_oXdis/s1600/Enchiladas+outside+on+plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpJq35SXF4/TtLUf-RGwCI/AAAAAAAAKSk/K12Cu_oXdis/s640/Enchiladas+outside+on+plate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They turned out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LARxldUH9rM/TtLUjxoUM0I/AAAAAAAAKSs/YAPbfE6TADg/s1600/Enchiladas+all+three+of+us+outside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="484" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LARxldUH9rM/TtLUjxoUM0I/AAAAAAAAKSs/YAPbfE6TADg/s640/Enchiladas+all+three+of+us+outside.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a nice surprise. Harrison came home for lunch when I heard I was making enchiladas. his classes were over that day at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lbrucf8haQ/TtLUqNwi8NI/AAAAAAAAKS0/2EMRqk2vyhk/s1600/Enchiladas+all+three+outside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8lbrucf8haQ/TtLUqNwi8NI/AAAAAAAAKS0/2EMRqk2vyhk/s640/Enchiladas+all+three+outside.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's wonderful to have him living close enough to do this once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMOmT88egyo/TtLUvS2yDnI/AAAAAAAAKS8/0Y4v6Fv0N5k/s1600/Enchiladas+Stacey+and+Harrison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMOmT88egyo/TtLUvS2yDnI/AAAAAAAAKS8/0Y4v6Fv0N5k/s640/Enchiladas+Stacey+and+Harrison.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He said he misses my cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vuYzK15g7rk/TtLU1RGHibI/AAAAAAAAKTE/7VpfC4UR7aY/s1600/Enchiladas+outside+near+the+creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vuYzK15g7rk/TtLU1RGHibI/AAAAAAAAKTE/7VpfC4UR7aY/s640/Enchiladas+outside+near+the+creek.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpJq35SXF4/TtLUf-RGwCI/AAAAAAAAKSk/K12Cu_oXdis/s1600/Enchiladas+outside+on+plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDpJq35SXF4/TtLUf-RGwCI/AAAAAAAAKSk/K12Cu_oXdis/s640/Enchiladas+outside+on+plate.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are very easy enchiladas. I know they are far from authentic, but they do taste good. Have a wonderful day dear blogging friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table." Matthew 7:36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4404187826618423095?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4404187826618423095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4404187826618423095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4404187826618423095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4404187826618423095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/quick-and-easy-enchiladas.html' title='Quick and Easy Enchiladas'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TcNhphSlO68/TtLUCXp6ksI/AAAAAAAAKRk/3OHJ6kEnI2o/s72-c/Enchilada+beef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8882169044914692031</id><published>2011-11-21T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:01:14.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Stories of Faith'/><title type='text'>Sharing My Faith With Those I Rub Elbows With</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbxI81zTOok/Tsrj8XPVcOI/AAAAAAAAKRc/KIdVCKzRQsI/s1600/Arwin+and+Frodo+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="438px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbxI81zTOok/Tsrj8XPVcOI/AAAAAAAAKRc/KIdVCKzRQsI/s640/Arwin+and+Frodo+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I shared my faith on another blog I started, which I share with my real life friends, those from high school, people I work with&amp;nbsp;and neighbors. Sometimes it's frightening to share my faith because I fear I will come on too strong or appear to be super spiritual, when in fact I shake in my boots and know I am a sinner.&amp;nbsp; There is also that stupid old worry of what will they think of me? Will they think I am weird. I guess it does not matter anymore. I want to tell the truth so that these people will know the truth about Jesus. Well, I will share the link to this other blog today with you. It looks almost identical to this one, but it's set up somewhat differently. Please pray that anyone who reads it will be impressed to seek the Lord. Thank you so much. Here is the link if you'd like to read the spiritual posts all together on my other blog: &lt;a href="http://kathinewsfishwrap.blogspot.com/search/label/Sunday's%20Stories%20of%20Faith"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The Fishwrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prayer of a righteous man availeth much." James 5:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8882169044914692031?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8882169044914692031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8882169044914692031&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8882169044914692031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8882169044914692031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/sharing-my-faith-with-those-i-rub.html' title='Sharing My Faith With Those I Rub Elbows With'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mbxI81zTOok/Tsrj8XPVcOI/AAAAAAAAKRc/KIdVCKzRQsI/s72-c/Arwin+and+Frodo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-424216573785097412</id><published>2011-11-16T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:27:32.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><title type='text'>No Brainer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XH3DBVkJZ7o/TsSGJ43pPoI/AAAAAAAAKQo/Ix3mJEIpnUI/s1600/Salt+using+hands+to+season.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="292px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XH3DBVkJZ7o/TsSGJ43pPoI/AAAAAAAAKQo/Ix3mJEIpnUI/s640/Salt+using+hands+to+season.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adding salt and dried herbs to a simmering pot. This is a no brainer. Everyone knows how to do this the correct way, 'cept me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aU4rEJqDl4/TsSH6E027LI/AAAAAAAAKQw/0ZTRIsUeOvQ/s1600/Kathi+Wrong+way+to+add+salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aU4rEJqDl4/TsSH6E027LI/AAAAAAAAKQw/0ZTRIsUeOvQ/s640/Kathi+Wrong+way+to+add+salt.jpg" width="542px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No one ever taught me to pour dried herbs or spices into the palm of my hand or into a measuring spoon first and then poor into the steaming sauce pan. As a young bride, I did it the wrong way for years, so this post is for young cooks who don't know the 'Why' we do it this way approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM2G29NKl2k/TsSH9hmGezI/AAAAAAAAKQ4/uTTQK5lG6dk/s1600/Kathi+right+way+to+add+salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nM2G29NKl2k/TsSH9hmGezI/AAAAAAAAKQ4/uTTQK5lG6dk/s640/Kathi+right+way+to+add+salt.jpg" width="590px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I grew in my cooking knowledge and years as a young wife, I noticed that the cooks on tv poured dried ingredients into their hand and then tossed it into the pot. They would never shake the bottle over the steam like I did. I wondered why. Well, this should be a no brainer, but I did not get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcmpYoR0cdg/TsSH_eQsCsI/AAAAAAAAKRA/eE4Fz4aO-80/s1600/Kathi+right+way+to+add+salt+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcmpYoR0cdg/TsSH_eQsCsI/AAAAAAAAKRA/eE4Fz4aO-80/s640/Kathi+right+way+to+add+salt+2.jpg" width="556px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In case you are like me and don't get it, I will tell you the answer. The dried herbs are meant to stay dry. If you shake them over a steaming pot they will absorb moisture and will lose their staying power and become stale; might even mold. Now you know!! Like me, maybe the light bulb has turned on!! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuJywuYo2VE/TsSMY0jo-SI/AAAAAAAAKRQ/lKllWZSXaj0/s1600/herbs+in+bottles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EuJywuYo2VE/TsSMY0jo-SI/AAAAAAAAKRQ/lKllWZSXaj0/s320/herbs+in+bottles.jpg" width="265px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I truly hope this has helped a young cook. God bless your cooking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the salt of the earth." Matt. 5:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-424216573785097412?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/424216573785097412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=424216573785097412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/424216573785097412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/424216573785097412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-brainer.html' title='No Brainer...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XH3DBVkJZ7o/TsSGJ43pPoI/AAAAAAAAKQo/Ix3mJEIpnUI/s72-c/Salt+using+hands+to+season.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2118982024179932030</id><published>2011-11-14T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:38:20.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Mom Moments'/><title type='text'>Savoring the Time With Our Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UO4U68QBrM/TsHM-8DGHdI/AAAAAAAAKQQ/8Jo77dDxSDw/s1600/talking+with+my+daughters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UO4U68QBrM/TsHM-8DGHdI/AAAAAAAAKQQ/8Jo77dDxSDw/s640/talking+with+my+daughters.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I get so busy with life that I forget to stop and savor the moments with my children. After talking with my sister Sharon about empty nest syndrome and how very real it is, I went upstairs to see my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5VmZdQ7oYA/TsHNCUn77GI/AAAAAAAAKQY/2ARnjPmZ7Ug/s1600/talking+with+my+daughters+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5VmZdQ7oYA/TsHNCUn77GI/AAAAAAAAKQY/2ARnjPmZ7Ug/s640/talking+with+my+daughters+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My daughters Victoria and Jessica were sitting and talking and reading magazines. It was so peaceful up there. The clock is ticking and I know in my heart that these moments will soon be gone. Victoria is a senior and Jessica is a junior. I love them so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vc2_YP0Q_Ls/TsHNHNjF7dI/AAAAAAAAKQg/1V4TU-hyaCQ/s1600/talking+with+my+daughters+3+Garrett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vc2_YP0Q_Ls/TsHNHNjF7dI/AAAAAAAAKQg/1V4TU-hyaCQ/s640/talking+with+my+daughters+3+Garrett.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I get to have Garrett around for a lot longer,&amp;nbsp;as he is only in the 4th grade. &amp;nbsp;My empty nest syndrome may be less severe than some women's because of having him when I was 41. He's an extra little blessing. My sister Sharon helped remind me to treasure the time with my kids. When the nest becomes empty it can hit a mother very hard with sadness. After this Garrett and I played two card games by the fire and read before bedtime. I'm very blessed and I don't take it lightly. God has given me four healthy children and I am so grateful. I know there is life out there when the kids leave the nest, I'm realizing, however that there is an adjustment period and deep sorrow that goes with it. I believe we must go through the pain with God's help, and we will be stronger and we&amp;nbsp;may&amp;nbsp;have grandchildren to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the LORD cause you to flourish, both you and your children.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 115:13-15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2118982024179932030?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2118982024179932030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2118982024179932030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2118982024179932030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2118982024179932030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/savoring-time-with-our-children.html' title='Savoring the Time With Our Children'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UO4U68QBrM/TsHM-8DGHdI/AAAAAAAAKQQ/8Jo77dDxSDw/s72-c/talking+with+my+daughters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3370537985506964550</id><published>2011-11-12T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:46:13.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday Entertaining'/><title type='text'>Old Fashioned Photos and Beef Bourguignon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjq_4IlF_hA/Tr8yY6lu3OI/AAAAAAAAKPI/SA3AwViCnwU/s1600/Jessica+black+and+white+1-A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjq_4IlF_hA/Tr8yY6lu3OI/AAAAAAAAKPI/SA3AwViCnwU/s640/Jessica+black+and+white+1-A.jpg" width="496px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day after school, Jessica and I decided to have fun taking old fashioned looking photos. It all started because of the dress she was wearing.&amp;nbsp; She grabbed a suitcase for a prop and I started snapping pictures. This was the same day I planned to make beef bourguignon for dinner. So...more about photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdoKwaEUqwk/Tr8zfUSc9xI/AAAAAAAAKPQ/a6syMWYv37A/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdoKwaEUqwk/Tr8zfUSc9xI/AAAAAAAAKPQ/a6syMWYv37A/s400/IMG_1650.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the morning after the kids left for school I got out this recipe book, which I found at a thrift store. The recipes looked promising; simple and authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLe414il9MI/Tr8zqF6KzSI/AAAAAAAAKPY/h8azMHjyZM8/s1600/Recipe+Beef.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yLe414il9MI/Tr8zqF6KzSI/AAAAAAAAKPY/h8azMHjyZM8/s640/Recipe+Beef.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I followed the recipe precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYprRNVe-cM/Tr8zs0iuWVI/AAAAAAAAKPg/Ma_x6hXBOQ8/s1600/Beef+Bourguignon+in+the+pot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYprRNVe-cM/Tr8zs0iuWVI/AAAAAAAAKPg/Ma_x6hXBOQ8/s400/Beef+Bourguignon+in+the+pot.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what it looked like in the pot and this is what it looked like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxDky70S5W8/Tr8zvjNjOiI/AAAAAAAAKPo/nDOJVbh9ktM/s1600/Beef+Bourguignon+on+the+plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287px" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxDky70S5W8/Tr8zvjNjOiI/AAAAAAAAKPo/nDOJVbh9ktM/s400/Beef+Bourguignon+on+the+plate.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;on the plate. Yum yum. It was very good. Everyone loved it. I got a kick out of Jessica below pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUDLiBSlZ2M/Tr8zymMj4YI/AAAAAAAAKPw/mkeM04ValJg/s1600/Jessica+eating+beef+bourguignon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUDLiBSlZ2M/Tr8zymMj4YI/AAAAAAAAKPw/mkeM04ValJg/s640/Jessica+eating+beef+bourguignon.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to be skeptic. She really did like it. Okay back to our photo session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh3UOjMbJmg/Tr8z6s3Z7lI/AAAAAAAAKP4/bH6g7cQaAz0/s1600/Jessica+black+and+white+1-A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh3UOjMbJmg/Tr8z6s3Z7lI/AAAAAAAAKP4/bH6g7cQaAz0/s640/Jessica+black+and+white+1-A.jpg" width="496px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Above is the black and white version, also cropped and below is the original version. We had fun taking these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAEkddpgFvA/Tr81n5Rva6I/AAAAAAAAKQI/8YYpM85N59A/s1600/original+of+Jessica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAEkddpgFvA/Tr81n5Rva6I/AAAAAAAAKQI/8YYpM85N59A/s400/original+of+Jessica.jpg" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think the black and white really makes it appear as though she is from a different time period. Thought I'd share this and encourage you all to try this with your kids and cameras. Have a lovely weekend. Kathi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.”&lt;br /&gt; Joshua 4:6-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3370537985506964550?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3370537985506964550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3370537985506964550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3370537985506964550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3370537985506964550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/old-fashioned-photos-and-beef.html' title='Old Fashioned Photos and Beef Bourguignon'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjq_4IlF_hA/Tr8yY6lu3OI/AAAAAAAAKPI/SA3AwViCnwU/s72-c/Jessica+black+and+white+1-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4174699577349174793</id><published>2011-11-09T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:14:07.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday&apos;s Weekly Updated'/><title type='text'>Saying Good-bye Is Such a Hard Thing to Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsKNiuaMMLY/TrqgzRD_GaI/AAAAAAAAKMk/Y15B3XEXpMs/s1600/Harrison+and+Stacey+saying+good+by.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsKNiuaMMLY/TrqgzRD_GaI/AAAAAAAAKMk/Y15B3XEXpMs/s400/Harrison+and+Stacey+saying+good+by.jpg" width="375px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Dad and Mom and blogging friends, I am just now posting photos of Harrison's last moments before leaving for college. We all said good-by: Dad and Harrison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuA7sao3060/Trqf-qEL0-I/AAAAAAAAKL8/0PiubKHUMeE/s1600/Harrison+and+Mom+saying+bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fuA7sao3060/Trqf-qEL0-I/AAAAAAAAKL8/0PiubKHUMeE/s400/Harrison+and+Mom+saying+bye.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom and Harrison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtyhiXFxoYQ/TrqbprD7N3I/AAAAAAAAKL0/Qdr-TR0-zeQ/s1600/H+J+G+saying+good+bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtyhiXFxoYQ/TrqbprD7N3I/AAAAAAAAKL0/Qdr-TR0-zeQ/s640/H+J+G+saying+good+bye.jpg" width="550px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett and Jessica with Harrison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6NjKcpQEdg/TrqaVuLFrdI/AAAAAAAAKLs/ZX7C7apo6e0/s1600/Harrison+and+Victoria+saying+good+by.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="626px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I6NjKcpQEdg/TrqaVuLFrdI/AAAAAAAAKLs/ZX7C7apo6e0/s640/Harrison+and+Victoria+saying+good+by.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria and Harrison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtsTAEnnlU8/ToPdq8CB3PI/AAAAAAAAKDU/cI6BaJOqVKg/s1600/Harrison+and+Cody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtsTAEnnlU8/ToPdq8CB3PI/AAAAAAAAKDU/cI6BaJOqVKg/s400/Harrison+and+Cody.jpg" width="360px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and, with his boss and neighbor, Cody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qni4ACoi450/TrqYAmmCA5I/AAAAAAAAKLU/Wv-wyUJgo4M/s1600/Harrison+truck+packed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qni4ACoi450/TrqYAmmCA5I/AAAAAAAAKLU/Wv-wyUJgo4M/s400/Harrison+truck+packed.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time to pack up his truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7R6HkofxWM/TrqY3O_76QI/AAAAAAAAKLc/elo9-gN_h3M/s1600/Harrison+truck+Victoria+will+miss+him.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7R6HkofxWM/TrqY3O_76QI/AAAAAAAAKLc/elo9-gN_h3M/s400/Harrison+truck+Victoria+will+miss+him.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria with her sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eTR86ml81Q/TrqY7xDb9oI/AAAAAAAAKLk/hHKMWHpy_G0/s1600/Harrison+in+truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eTR86ml81Q/TrqY7xDb9oI/AAAAAAAAKLk/hHKMWHpy_G0/s640/Harrison+in+truck.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harrison being funny while packing up his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7NqdDgdloM/TrqgE-PPioI/AAAAAAAAKMM/utPyMHYA-Yc/s1600/Harrison+on+porch+of+dorm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7NqdDgdloM/TrqgE-PPioI/AAAAAAAAKMM/utPyMHYA-Yc/s640/Harrison+on+porch+of+dorm.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came to visit Harrison at his dorm a few days later. We went to lunch together. He loves his new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZcXFd6zks/TrqgCGSlp4I/AAAAAAAAKME/oBMWhlcn4Pk/s1600/Harrison+in+his+dorm+study+room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZcXFd6zks/TrqgCGSlp4I/AAAAAAAAKME/oBMWhlcn4Pk/s400/Harrison+in+his+dorm+study+room.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's doing really well, studying hard and making new friends. I'm so proud of you Harrison. We miss you so much, but we know you are where God has placed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Then Isaac sent Jacob on his way, and he went to&amp;nbsp;Laban, the brother of Rebekah, who was the mother of Jacob and Esau."&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 28:4-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4174699577349174793?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4174699577349174793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4174699577349174793&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4174699577349174793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4174699577349174793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/saying-good-bye-is-such-hard-thing-to.html' title='Saying Good-bye Is Such a Hard Thing to Do'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsKNiuaMMLY/TrqgzRD_GaI/AAAAAAAAKMk/Y15B3XEXpMs/s72-c/Harrison+and+Stacey+saying+good+by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7143268087101460198</id><published>2011-11-07T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:43:24.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Mom Moments'/><title type='text'>We Are Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJs6sr_p1po/TrgVyWUcwMI/AAAAAAAAKLM/z3Q9RtD_0fM/s1600/WA+DC+Garrett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJs6sr_p1po/TrgVyWUcwMI/AAAAAAAAKLM/z3Q9RtD_0fM/s640/WA+DC+Garrett.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband, Garrett and I are back from a wonderful trip to our nation's capitol. The days&amp;nbsp;were filled with wonder and awesome historical things for us to see. The time was too short. We are so thankful we could tag along with my husband on this business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "He makes nations great, and destroys them; he enlarges nations, and disperses them."&lt;br /&gt;Job 12:22-24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7143268087101460198?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7143268087101460198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7143268087101460198&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7143268087101460198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7143268087101460198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-are-back.html' title='We Are Back'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJs6sr_p1po/TrgVyWUcwMI/AAAAAAAAKLM/z3Q9RtD_0fM/s72-c/WA+DC+Garrett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6260080635159114837</id><published>2011-10-30T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T05:37:06.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Stories of Faith'/><title type='text'>On Christ Alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqmeakLZoJ0/Tq3KFv6oLvI/AAAAAAAAKKs/TWl0Y-HyUuo/s1600/Kathi+by+the+barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqmeakLZoJ0/Tq3KFv6oLvI/AAAAAAAAKKs/TWl0Y-HyUuo/s400/Kathi+by+the+barn.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Home from church, had to show you all something.&amp;nbsp; But first let me tell you, today at church we sang this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In Christ Alone&lt;br /&gt;by Keith Getty &amp;amp; Stuart Townend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IN CHRIST ALONE my hope is found,&lt;br /&gt;He is my light, my strength, my song;&lt;br /&gt;This Cornerstone...&amp;nbsp;"&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home I just had to run down to our barn and show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bspx9gOmDTA/Tq3KJhke1ZI/AAAAAAAAKK0/fXTHsd12ysc/s1600/Barn+1881.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bspx9gOmDTA/Tq3KJhke1ZI/AAAAAAAAKK0/fXTHsd12ysc/s640/Barn+1881.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our big barn was built in the year 1881. The orignal huge beams and floor are still intact. The roof and siding have been replaced my metal. I want to show you the cornerstone of this old barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anisJ0Ok3zU/Tq3KMYbA_FI/AAAAAAAAKK8/hRWng1HY7Ss/s1600/Cornerstone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anisJ0Ok3zU/Tq3KMYbA_FI/AAAAAAAAKK8/hRWng1HY7Ss/s400/Cornerstone.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is the cornerstone. Someone years ago etched into this stone "Jesus is the Cornerstone." I love this. Years of wind, rain and some flooding have warn it to wear it is nearly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59ALligs0-Q/Tq3KQ7z469I/AAAAAAAAKLE/RaErhG1g-JQ/s1600/Jesus+is+the+Cornerstone+on+our+barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-59ALligs0-Q/Tq3KQ7z469I/AAAAAAAAKLE/RaErhG1g-JQ/s400/Jesus+is+the+Cornerstone+on+our+barn.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love it that the original builders had it&amp;nbsp;etched into this stone. I hope you are enjoying your wonderful day of rest. I would have printed all of the song, but it is copyrighted. It is a beautiful song.In Christ Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Keith Getty&amp;nbsp;and Stuart Townend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IN CHRIST ALONE my hope is found,&lt;br /&gt;He is my light, my strength, my song;&lt;br /&gt;This Cornerstone... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is “‘the stone you builders rejected, which has become the cornerstone.’&lt;br /&gt;Acts 4:10-12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6260080635159114837?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6260080635159114837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6260080635159114837&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6260080635159114837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6260080635159114837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-christ-alone.html' title='On Christ Alone...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqmeakLZoJ0/Tq3KFv6oLvI/AAAAAAAAKKs/TWl0Y-HyUuo/s72-c/Kathi+by+the+barn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-9156795126393691981</id><published>2011-10-26T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:17:42.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>I Made Another Top From A Sun Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDV-qqg2qg4/TqhMwKJD63I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/PO4Q0Jmh1Bc/s1600/Black+and+peach+outfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDV-qqg2qg4/TqhMwKJD63I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/PO4Q0Jmh1Bc/s400/Black+and+peach+outfit.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once again I found a clearance item and altered it so that I could wear it to school . When I found it I liked the colors, but not the fit. It was too long for me and made me look out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02220cdnshc/TqhNCT6P_4I/AAAAAAAAKKE/C-gTe5RX4pI/s1600/Kathi+black+peach+floral+1+before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-02220cdnshc/TqhNCT6P_4I/AAAAAAAAKKE/C-gTe5RX4pI/s400/Kathi+black+peach+floral+1+before.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a pretty dress, but for school I really needed straps and I would have to wear something under or over it for keeping with our school dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iS469bK9Tc/TqhNE8zOyRI/AAAAAAAAKKM/mDkOIry458k/s1600/Kathi+black+peach+floral+2+sewing+machine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2iS469bK9Tc/TqhNE8zOyRI/AAAAAAAAKKM/mDkOIry458k/s640/Kathi+black+peach+floral+2+sewing+machine.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did the same with this dress as I did with the others. I cut off about 3 inches from the bottom and made shoulder straps from that fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2AU63cK1CY/TqhOZTLQwfI/AAAAAAAAKKU/gtt-F8JQuC8/s1600/Black+and+peach+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2AU63cK1CY/TqhOZTLQwfI/AAAAAAAAKKU/gtt-F8JQuC8/s640/Black+and+peach+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can now wear the dress as a top with one of my thrift store sweaters over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJSiZDNCSY/TqhOnjhRTMI/AAAAAAAAKKc/_rgclGiIZ3A/s1600/Kathi+subbing+for+6th+grade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HhJSiZDNCSY/TqhOnjhRTMI/AAAAAAAAKKc/_rgclGiIZ3A/s400/Kathi+subbing+for+6th+grade.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember if you like the color but not the fit, get out your scissors and sewing machine and change it. You can do it. Have a lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "All the widows stood around him, crying and showing him the robes and other clothing that Dorcas had made while she was still with them." Acts 9:39&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-9156795126393691981?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/9156795126393691981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=9156795126393691981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/9156795126393691981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/9156795126393691981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-made-another-top-from-sun-dress.html' title='I Made Another Top From A Sun Dress'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDV-qqg2qg4/TqhMwKJD63I/AAAAAAAAKJ8/PO4Q0Jmh1Bc/s72-c/Black+and+peach+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4760417299681211723</id><published>2011-10-23T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:30:48.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Stories of Faith'/><title type='text'>The Lord Is My Rock and it is He Who Deserves My Praise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9khPuwnvN8/TqGBt4XtHNI/AAAAAAAAKJU/roOiUFRDy2I/s1600/Apples+for+sale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9khPuwnvN8/TqGBt4XtHNI/AAAAAAAAKJU/roOiUFRDy2I/s400/Apples+for+sale.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I taught school in the morning, which went very well. I mentioned in my last post that teaching the upper grades is hard for me. I've been praying that God would show me how to manage and instruct&amp;nbsp;troubled kids. I thank the Lord for&amp;nbsp;giving me a treasure of a teacher to model. Her name is Lori. She has patience and&amp;nbsp;compassion, yet a firm hand. I went in a full two hours early and watched her while taking notes. When it was time for her to leave, I felt&amp;nbsp;capable to take the reins and continue teaching. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LI4RYC-uL3c/TqGBvyoIkxI/AAAAAAAAKJc/XVPd_uRw-Fw/s1600/Apple+for+the+teacher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LI4RYC-uL3c/TqGBvyoIkxI/AAAAAAAAKJc/XVPd_uRw-Fw/s400/Apple+for+the+teacher.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So why all the pictures of apples? After teaching, my apple customer called and said she needed not one but three boxes of apples for her and her friends. I climbed up the ladders and picked as fast as I could. I delivered their apples in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOh9T106OOI/TqGCi1LawGI/AAAAAAAAKJk/jUmQcyy9bAg/s1600/apple+sign+and+cash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOh9T106OOI/TqGCi1LawGI/AAAAAAAAKJk/jUmQcyy9bAg/s640/apple+sign+and+cash.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since putting up my signs along the road I've had a few customers come to my home&amp;nbsp;as well. I'm learning to juggle the different hats I wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwruDR0lkJU/TqGAONPHPQI/AAAAAAAAKI8/UCGbe4sGHis/s1600/HPIM2199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwruDR0lkJU/TqGAONPHPQI/AAAAAAAAKI8/UCGbe4sGHis/s640/HPIM2199.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm enjoying my Bible study so much. I'm learning things about Samuel and Saul that I never knew before. I appreciate the way&amp;nbsp;Shawn Lantz has put together this study called &lt;u&gt;Living With Unmet Desires&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMS9TOGr9hU/TqGAtcOJwII/AAAAAAAAKJE/Xde_dSrFN9Q/s1600/HPIM2200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GMS9TOGr9hU/TqGAtcOJwII/AAAAAAAAKJE/Xde_dSrFN9Q/s640/HPIM2200.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It never occurred to me that Samuel had to give up his own highly esteemed position for someone who clearly did not deserve it. It took so much self control and obedience to the Lord,&amp;nbsp;to give the place of honor to&amp;nbsp;Saul, as God asked, and to make him king. This placed Samuel in a subordinate position below Saul, who was arrogant and had little regard for God. Samuel did not question God, but faithfully trusted Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsR0EI2rUFk/TqGBEwanzPI/AAAAAAAAKJM/mrYPB_CkM6k/s1600/HPIM2202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JsR0EI2rUFk/TqGBEwanzPI/AAAAAAAAKJM/mrYPB_CkM6k/s640/HPIM2202.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; God is using this Bible study. It is helping me to see things in Scripture I've never seen before, even though I've read these books of the Bible&amp;nbsp;many times. The Holy Spirit is teaching me through this study to find nuggets of truth. Thank you Shawn for writing this guide. I'm digging deeper into the Word of God and seeing motives of the heart in these people who lived so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two verses show the way these two men responded after the Lord helped them defeat the enemy. Samuel honored the Lord and gave Him the glory. Saul shows his conceit and arrogance in honoring himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, saying, “Thus far the LORD has helped us.” 1 Samuel 7:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Saul has gone to Carmel. There he has set up a monument in his own honor." 1 Samuel 15:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to remember that it is the Lord helping me with my teaching and my little apple and beef business and give Him the praise for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4760417299681211723?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4760417299681211723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4760417299681211723&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4760417299681211723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4760417299681211723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/lord-is-my-rock-and-it-is-he-who.html' title='The Lord Is My Rock and it is He Who Deserves My Praise'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9khPuwnvN8/TqGBt4XtHNI/AAAAAAAAKJU/roOiUFRDy2I/s72-c/Apples+for+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3427889109414360807</id><published>2011-10-18T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:25:45.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Culinary Delights'/><title type='text'>Poached Pear Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO19bgL9GNI/TpYXrnxrqcI/AAAAAAAAKHs/jnwHV62AfGg/s1600/Pears+salad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO19bgL9GNI/TpYXrnxrqcI/AAAAAAAAKHs/jnwHV62AfGg/s400/Pears+salad.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a bumper crop of Bosc pears this year. I decided to make poached pear salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-PpGRiWIYE/TpYXk-VhSjI/AAAAAAAAKHc/SsVGbqfBYPQ/s1600/pears+peeled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="496px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-PpGRiWIYE/TpYXk-VhSjI/AAAAAAAAKHc/SsVGbqfBYPQ/s640/pears+peeled.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peel pears leaving the stem. Slice an eight inch off the bottom so that it will stand in the pot while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx9Dx4TJOxo/TpYXoNP-03I/AAAAAAAAKHk/KyZOqbrTxMQ/s1600/Pears+poached.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx9Dx4TJOxo/TpYXoNP-03I/AAAAAAAAKHk/KyZOqbrTxMQ/s400/Pears+poached.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since at least 2 cups of wine are needed for this sauce and many beef recipes I use, I choose box wine for just this purpose, as wine can be expensive otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxrMqDRUVWs/Tp4WZHR02OI/AAAAAAAAKIs/EgOIZPwPAXo/s1600/Poached+pears+after+marinating+in+wine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yxrMqDRUVWs/Tp4WZHR02OI/AAAAAAAAKIs/EgOIZPwPAXo/s320/Poached+pears+after+marinating+in+wine.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what the pears&amp;nbsp;look like after several hours marinating in the wine sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRpuw0iHR0c/Tp4WVPIzlEI/AAAAAAAAKIk/YZdcXqbwyH0/s1600/stirring+the+pot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRpuw0iHR0c/Tp4WVPIzlEI/AAAAAAAAKIk/YZdcXqbwyH0/s400/stirring+the+pot.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remove the pears and bring sauce up to a boil. Simmer for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbQBPmKdpdY/Tp4gvnApXfI/AAAAAAAAKI0/2J5mPLNAylU/s1600/Thicken+the+sauce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GbQBPmKdpdY/Tp4gvnApXfI/AAAAAAAAKI0/2J5mPLNAylU/s400/Thicken+the+sauce.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sauce should be thick like a syrup. Cool and add balsamac vinegar and olive oil. Blend and set aside as the vinegarette for the salad.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO19bgL9GNI/TpYXrnxrqcI/AAAAAAAAKHs/jnwHV62AfGg/s1600/Pears+salad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO19bgL9GNI/TpYXrnxrqcI/AAAAAAAAKHs/jnwHV62AfGg/s640/Pears+salad.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice pears and serve on fresh greens, with the vinegarette , gorgonzola cheese and pecans. "MMMMM" is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pears:&lt;br /&gt;2&amp;nbsp;1/2 cup red wine&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/8 t. cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/8 t. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;6&amp;nbsp;Bosc pears, peeled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinegarette:&lt;br /&gt;The thickened wine syrup&lt;br /&gt;2 T. balsamac vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 T. olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the salad:&lt;br /&gt;2 poached pears, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup toasted pecans, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup crumbled gorgonzola cheese&lt;br /&gt;2 cups mixed greens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so." Genesis 1:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3427889109414360807?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3427889109414360807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3427889109414360807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3427889109414360807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3427889109414360807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/poached-pear-salad.html' title='Poached Pear Salad'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rO19bgL9GNI/TpYXrnxrqcI/AAAAAAAAKHs/jnwHV62AfGg/s72-c/Pears+salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6745704152647598370</id><published>2011-10-17T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:44:29.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>I Will Take On This Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WcMs9IwQU4/TpzF0wi8z3I/AAAAAAAAKIc/ZGIPPauxDko/s1600/Kathi+subbing+for+6th+grade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WcMs9IwQU4/TpzF0wi8z3I/AAAAAAAAKIc/ZGIPPauxDko/s640/Kathi+subbing+for+6th+grade.jpg" width="588px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to say to myself, "I will never teach 4th, 5th and 6th graders again!!!" They are rude and disrespectful.&amp;nbsp; They walked into my music class today completely ignoring me, continuing their conversations and blatantly doing disruptive things. I could not get their attention. They threw things, yelled across the room and disregarded me as their substitute teacher. Today I had a change of heart. Today I saw these kids as untrained,&amp;nbsp; undisciplined, disrespectful,&amp;nbsp;hurting, broken and ignored&amp;nbsp;kids.&amp;nbsp; I have two choices. Choice one is to walk away and only teach K though 3rd grade. Choice two is to take on this challenge. To become capable of reaching them.&lt;br /&gt;Step one -- Pray&lt;br /&gt;I prayed today, that the Lord would teach me how to manage, love, reach, teach and enjoy these kids. It is impossible without the help from God. All things are possible with Him.&amp;nbsp; After praying this I checked the sub list and got a job teaching 4th grade tomorrow!! I believe God is giving me work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Step two --search the Internet&lt;br /&gt;I found some good advice by a&amp;nbsp;teacher named Tom Bloch who said to get students to respect you, you must&amp;nbsp;show respect them. He said once you've gotten to know them you can do this and it is the only way it will work. I've since added show respect to these kids to my list. How do I do this? I guess I will start by learning their names and speaking to them kindly while looking into their eyes --not deeply staring, but with gentle expression and&amp;nbsp;noticing them.&amp;nbsp; I have not done this step yet, as I just got home from school and started this list--just now.&lt;br /&gt;Step three --Ask experienced teachers. Well, tomorrow I begin this new adventure with a sincere heart and with courage and bravery, I will ask the Lord to make me successful and to please, bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18:33-35 When I finally have some success stories to share, I will give God the credit for helping me. I will share what happens in posts to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6745704152647598370?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6745704152647598370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6745704152647598370&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6745704152647598370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6745704152647598370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-take-on-this-challenge.html' title='I Will Take On This Challenge'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WcMs9IwQU4/TpzF0wi8z3I/AAAAAAAAKIc/ZGIPPauxDko/s72-c/Kathi+subbing+for+6th+grade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3894541428909550166</id><published>2011-10-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:14:44.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Giggling Girls In the Pew</title><content type='html'>I'm reposting this old one today for those of you who may be new readers. The original post date was July 27, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SGXRF2x-5dI/AAAAAAAABxo/JnTIp3f83Yg/s1600-h/Zots+Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="303" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216805641913296338" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SGXRF2x-5dI/AAAAAAAABxo/JnTIp3f83Yg/s400/Zots+Candy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember my first Zotz candy like it was yesterday. My two sisters and I were sitting on the pew in church next to three other sisters... trying to be good. When you are a kid in church it's so fun to sit with your friends. We tried to listen, but after awhile we'd get the giggles. One time my friend Kristy told me to try this new candy. She knew. She knew that I had know idea what they were. Remember, I'm sitting on the pew in church. I'm supposed to be&amp;nbsp; a good little girl; still and listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SFsCZafnSWI/AAAAAAAABpc/G2x98W-iiYc/s1600-h/Kristi+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="395" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213763629243386210" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SFsCZafnSWI/AAAAAAAABpc/G2x98W-iiYc/s400/Kristi+2a.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty soon Kristi and her two sisters' shoulders were shaking trying to hold back their snickering. Kristi got to chuckling so hard, I couldn't figure her out. I was only sucking on an ordinary piece of candy, so I thought... &amp;nbsp;I became alarmed when all three of them were almost crying with laughter while they watched me. The candy was okay, but nothing special... &amp;nbsp;All of a sudden though, I felt and tasted that bitter fizzy stuff, and felt like my mouth was in the gas chamber. I had no where to run or spit. I felt helpless as I squirmed in my seat. For a second, I thought I was going to die. Kristy and her sisters all got the giggles so hard people began turning around and they were watching me. My two sisters didn't know what to think, and gave me those glares that only sisters can give, to let me know&amp;nbsp;that they were telling. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SGXRF2x-5dI/AAAAAAAABxo/JnTIp3f83Yg/s1600-h/Zots+Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="303" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216805641913296338" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SGXRF2x-5dI/AAAAAAAABxo/JnTIp3f83Yg/s400/Zots+Candy.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally swallowed the thing, and asked Kristy what it was, and she innocently said, "It's a Zotz. They're new. Want another?" I said, "No thank you." The one she gave me was yellow, and I shall never forget. I still buy them now and then and eat them with my kids. Now I'm the one giggling as I remember that day and sneaky little Kristy.&amp;nbsp; So, what was your first Zotz Candy experience like? What color was it? Have a pleasant Friday, Kathi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah said, “God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me.” Genesis 21:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3894541428909550166?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3894541428909550166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3894541428909550166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3894541428909550166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3894541428909550166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/giggling-girlsi-in-pew.html' title='Giggling Girls In the Pew'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/__reWc2jVZ5E/SGXRF2x-5dI/AAAAAAAABxo/JnTIp3f83Yg/s72-c/Zots+Candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7698218812448433990</id><published>2011-10-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T00:00:11.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><title type='text'>Take The Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXCzk5pj9tI/TpZQE0cZwBI/AAAAAAAAKH0/Ua7ykcr_KIQ/s1600/moon+take+the+time1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXCzk5pj9tI/TpZQE0cZwBI/AAAAAAAAKH0/Ua7ykcr_KIQ/s400/moon+take+the+time1.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When the sun goes down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9JjkAGUVpc/TpZQH40eO0I/AAAAAAAAKH8/vRW4Jm6C9LI/s1600/moon+take+the+time2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n9JjkAGUVpc/TpZQH40eO0I/AAAAAAAAKH8/vRW4Jm6C9LI/s400/moon+take+the+time2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;...even in Oregon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmR9XbGAAKE/TpZQLoN8HdI/AAAAAAAAKIE/ieNqgEjlkxw/s1600/moon+take+the+time3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmR9XbGAAKE/TpZQLoN8HdI/AAAAAAAAKIE/ieNqgEjlkxw/s400/moon+take+the+time3.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;...if the clouds part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4iBJR5h-co/TpZQPEgt8DI/AAAAAAAAKIM/kXv_e8b8YM8/s1600/moon+take+the+time4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--4iBJR5h-co/TpZQPEgt8DI/AAAAAAAAKIM/kXv_e8b8YM8/s400/moon+take+the+time4.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and there is a full moon...take the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"God made two great lights—the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars." Genesis 1:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7698218812448433990?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7698218812448433990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7698218812448433990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7698218812448433990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7698218812448433990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-time.html' title='Take The Time...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXCzk5pj9tI/TpZQE0cZwBI/AAAAAAAAKH0/Ua7ykcr_KIQ/s72-c/moon+take+the+time1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8020108771114799025</id><published>2011-10-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:16:04.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>The Cousins Come For a Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOlVh7lU888/TovIQYJWkuI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/ohwKAymt-Jw/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+visit+going+swimming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOlVh7lU888/TovIQYJWkuI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/ohwKAymt-Jw/s400/Sam+and+Joe+visit+going+swimming.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My nephews Samuel and Joe came for a few days for a visit. Along with the fun there are lots of chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qnoimoOGwE/TpRboPisEUI/AAAAAAAAKFU/BYmtzQs0VDM/s1600/Sam+and+Joes+visit+setting+pipe+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qnoimoOGwE/TpRboPisEUI/AAAAAAAAKFU/BYmtzQs0VDM/s640/Sam+and+Joes+visit+setting+pipe+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These boys got to learn how to set pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FN4hdKjxXc/TpRbtRYhJDI/AAAAAAAAKFc/BHyNBj50RIs/s1600/sam+and+joes+visit+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FN4hdKjxXc/TpRbtRYhJDI/AAAAAAAAKFc/BHyNBj50RIs/s400/sam+and+joes+visit+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband appreciates all the kids' help, and does not hesitate to ask. They are good workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QewJuSlsu4/TpRbveYfXfI/AAAAAAAAKFk/x84yAz4KSE8/s1600/Sam+and+Joes+visit+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QewJuSlsu4/TpRbveYfXfI/AAAAAAAAKFk/x84yAz4KSE8/s640/Sam+and+Joes+visit+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Four-wheeler rides are part of the fun he adds after the job is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjRgnM8Jamk/TpRcE9xW07I/AAAAAAAAKFs/QeUpcen2a-U/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+digging+potatoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="524" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wjRgnM8Jamk/TpRcE9xW07I/AAAAAAAAKFs/QeUpcen2a-U/s640/Sam+and+Joe+digging+potatoes.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had many potatoes to dig, so here we are in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utXY6riyoGQ/TpRcIfiLDdI/AAAAAAAAKF0/8xrJwXNxtqU/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+digging+potatoes+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utXY6riyoGQ/TpRcIfiLDdI/AAAAAAAAKF0/8xrJwXNxtqU/s400/Sam+and+Joe+digging+potatoes+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They certainly worked hard. The potatoes are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1epsOTfhrs0/TpRcULf32qI/AAAAAAAAKGU/CxgADqdfoYc/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+Jessica+making+French+Fries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1epsOTfhrs0/TpRcULf32qI/AAAAAAAAKGU/CxgADqdfoYc/s640/Sam+and+Joe+Jessica+making+French+Fries.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica shows the boys how French Fries are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_SinS-Pi0I/TpRcK0khOnI/AAAAAAAAKF8/GHnrx218lx4/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+washing+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J_SinS-Pi0I/TpRcK0khOnI/AAAAAAAAKF8/GHnrx218lx4/s400/Sam+and+Joe+washing+car.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The car needed a bath, so they helped with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqPWkKtSCEg/TpRcOJkGPvI/AAAAAAAAKGE/YhbcYbDSoME/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+washing+the+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QqPWkKtSCEg/TpRcOJkGPvI/AAAAAAAAKGE/YhbcYbDSoME/s400/Sam+and+Joe+washing+the+car.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It got done in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uC8totPAnf0/TpRcRs65LJI/AAAAAAAAKGM/IsFST0oG7EI/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+waxing+the+car+with+Stacey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uC8totPAnf0/TpRcRs65LJI/AAAAAAAAKGM/IsFST0oG7EI/s400/Sam+and+Joe+waxing+the+car+with+Stacey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband Stacey, then showed them how to wax it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7KnyZlMogM/TpRd3Dkh1aI/AAAAAAAAKGc/m6EnF56bDZg/s1600/Harrison+driving+kids+around+the+corner+to+the+river.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7KnyZlMogM/TpRd3Dkh1aI/AAAAAAAAKGc/m6EnF56bDZg/s400/Harrison+driving+kids+around+the+corner+to+the+river.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My son Harrison took all the kids around the corner to the river for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4NKaN36csk/TpRk52P0R_I/AAAAAAAAKGs/rGqUebOu6Cg/s1600/Harrison+driving+kids+to+river.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4NKaN36csk/TpRk52P0R_I/AAAAAAAAKGs/rGqUebOu6Cg/s640/Harrison+driving+kids+to+river.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They did not go far and I know, what you are going to say, but my dad drove us like this too in the summer time.&amp;nbsp; They had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFvIw1WvID4/TpRmJ17HCEI/AAAAAAAAKG8/dTIlCuf5MGo/s1600/Harrison+driving+kids+to+the+river+two.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iFvIw1WvID4/TpRmJ17HCEI/AAAAAAAAKG8/dTIlCuf5MGo/s640/Harrison+driving+kids+to+the+river+two.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They went to a part of the river that has a tall rope swing and had so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WF_f3GxGvZw/TpRmggdyRmI/AAAAAAAAKHE/9CB6TL8L1JE/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+lunch+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WF_f3GxGvZw/TpRmggdyRmI/AAAAAAAAKHE/9CB6TL8L1JE/s400/Sam+and+Joe+lunch+time.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids and neighbor girl&amp;nbsp; all had lunch down by our creek the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sR9xg6LH_3w/TpRmiwmE_cI/AAAAAAAAKHM/51abkAjIL7M/s1600/Sam+and+Joe+the+Moms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sR9xg6LH_3w/TpRmiwmE_cI/AAAAAAAAKHM/51abkAjIL7M/s400/Sam+and+Joe+the+Moms.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister Kelli and I brought the lunch and enjoyed visiting before she had to leave. I'm so thankful for sister time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY5SUlUnD3s/TpRnqb8KDUI/AAAAAAAAKHU/PKdxjL7yH6M/s1600/Joe+and+Sam+4+wheeler+Stacey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY5SUlUnD3s/TpRnqb8KDUI/AAAAAAAAKHU/PKdxjL7yH6M/s400/Joe+and+Sam+4+wheeler+Stacey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One more four wheeler ride for Garrett, our son, and Joe. I'm so glad my nephews could stay with us. We so many great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mordecai had a cousin named Hadassah, whom he had brought up because she had neither father nor mother. This young woman, who was also known as Esther." Esther 2:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8020108771114799025?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8020108771114799025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8020108771114799025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8020108771114799025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8020108771114799025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/cousins-come-for-visit.html' title='The Cousins Come For a Visit'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOlVh7lU888/TovIQYJWkuI/AAAAAAAAKEQ/ohwKAymt-Jw/s72-c/Sam+and+Joe+visit+going+swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6109726624998730214</id><published>2011-10-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:45:08.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soap Box'/><title type='text'>On My Soap Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WRrus6F6HU/TpJiMXswQ8I/AAAAAAAAKEk/6w1KMuMZ9Zc/s1600/firemen.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WRrus6F6HU/TpJiMXswQ8I/AAAAAAAAKEk/6w1KMuMZ9Zc/s400/firemen.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who risks their lives daily? but get paid a lot less than pro athletes and entertainers? Our fire fighters of course. It is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVt8IhCitXU/TpJiP-glOWI/AAAAAAAAKEo/q34DFFJA-ew/s1600/Miss+beedle+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVt8IhCitXU/TpJiP-glOWI/AAAAAAAAKEo/q34DFFJA-ew/s400/Miss+beedle+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who has to pay for an education and then continue to pay fees and pay&amp;nbsp;for more schooling just to keep her job? Our teachers do, and they get paid an average of $30,000 per year. It's not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHsx0Q6cJkg/TpJiZhFI9UI/AAAAAAAAKEs/DDANwQo5GIw/s1600/policeman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uHsx0Q6cJkg/TpJiZhFI9UI/AAAAAAAAKEs/DDANwQo5GIw/s400/policeman.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who is highly trained and risks his or her life daily for you and me, but gets paid a small amount for all the sacrifice? Our police officers. This is unjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4r4s0s8HvGg/TpJidPKhw1I/AAAAAAAAKEw/W51WvwFPIgg/s1600/nurse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="389" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4r4s0s8HvGg/TpJidPKhw1I/AAAAAAAAKEw/W51WvwFPIgg/s400/nurse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who must go to and pay for&amp;nbsp;college for many years and has the responsibility of other people's lives constantly in her or his hands? Our nurses, but they get paid far less than they ought to. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzd5jiEVLLM/TpJx9JfI_bI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/IVn5tgBCFu4/s1600/Social+Worker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dzd5jiEVLLM/TpJx9JfI_bI/AAAAAAAAKFQ/IVn5tgBCFu4/s400/Social+Worker.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who has to pay for a college degree and spends countless ours helping those in financial crisis, helping the neediest of us all, patiently and compassionately doing their job,usually in some of the oldest buildings in the city? Our social workers of course.&amp;nbsp;They get very little recognition or respect for what they do and of course very little pay.&amp;nbsp;This is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5xN4sVkOXk/TpJif2g_a6I/AAAAAAAAKE0/2Ywl92rbBx0/s1600/parametic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5xN4sVkOXk/TpJif2g_a6I/AAAAAAAAKE0/2Ywl92rbBx0/s400/parametic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which people are highly trained and bravely saving others' lives yet don't receive the pay due them? Our paramedics.&amp;nbsp; Something should be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB-E6oP4nYk/TpJkwgQ-7wI/AAAAAAAAKFM/H3EracAcQdg/s1600/military.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OB-E6oP4nYk/TpJkwgQ-7wI/AAAAAAAAKFM/H3EracAcQdg/s400/military.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who is highly trained and disciplined and risks his or her life daily? Our military of course, yet they suffer sometimes more than any of us ever will, and do not receive their medical benefits quickly or adequately&amp;nbsp;and or the very best medical help out there, which should be made available to them. Something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSO7FPxUeAU/TpJimF11tII/AAAAAAAAKE4/4UtMVyT4Nqg/s1600/Mr.+Kotter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LSO7FPxUeAU/TpJimF11tII/AAAAAAAAKE4/4UtMVyT4Nqg/s400/Mr.+Kotter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Each year more and more is asked of our teachers. Class sizes are increasing and the number of disruptive students seems to triple each year, yet teacher salaries stay the same. It is very difficult to teach 26 squiggly children and have five or six major disruptions or outbursts&amp;nbsp;within the first ten minutes of a lesson.&amp;nbsp; The teacher is under pressure to teach under near impossible conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R78bl1nDexE/TpJjRvNK4yI/AAAAAAAAKE8/5k-83mRTRsk/s1600/Library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R78bl1nDexE/TpJjRvNK4yI/AAAAAAAAKE8/5k-83mRTRsk/s400/Library.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if teachers, policemen, nurses, paramedics, social workers, firemen and military personnel did NOT have to pay for a library card? or to get into the zoo? a movie, a ball game or a museum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rY3dTMaYyzE/TpJjUche4lI/AAAAAAAAKFA/6sbQs2OQXQU/s1600/gasoline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rY3dTMaYyzE/TpJjUche4lI/AAAAAAAAKFA/6sbQs2OQXQU/s400/gasoline.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we gave them all a discount for gasoline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JQzjky7mq4/TpJkasBQQ_I/AAAAAAAAKFI/j86Jak9z0b0/s1600/grocery+store.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6JQzjky7mq4/TpJkasBQQ_I/AAAAAAAAKFI/j86Jak9z0b0/s400/grocery+store.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if their groceries were discounted, along with their clothing, driver's license, insurance and taxes?&amp;nbsp; We could not make this happen, but wouldn't it be nice if some of the wealthiest entertainers chose to pay more for these things to make things even out a bit. Am I sounding like a communist? I'm sorry if I am, because I am not one. I love where we live in free USA, but I'm just pointing out this huge discrepancy. It is not right when an athlete or an entertainer makes millions of dollars for one game or one movie, or show. Just not right. Any suggestions? or should I just let sleeping dogs lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for receiving instruction in prudent behavior, doing what is right and just and fair;" Proverbs 1:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6109726624998730214?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6109726624998730214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6109726624998730214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6109726624998730214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6109726624998730214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-my-soap-box.html' title='On My Soap Box'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WRrus6F6HU/TpJiMXswQ8I/AAAAAAAAKEk/6w1KMuMZ9Zc/s72-c/firemen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4474028358185237004</id><published>2011-10-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:00:06.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday&apos;s Weekly Updated'/><title type='text'>My Thoughtful Neighbor, Tammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHNcYOfvjsU/ToM0QD6MIXI/AAAAAAAAKC8/l1_enlDasfY/s1600/Tammy+a+welcome+guest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHNcYOfvjsU/ToM0QD6MIXI/AAAAAAAAKC8/l1_enlDasfY/s400/Tammy+a+welcome+guest.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Early one evening Tammy, our neighbor stopped in to give our cattle some corn stalks. We visited on the porch for awhile. Her little dog was adorable. I enjoy seeing Tammy and was so glad she stopped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0We4vbxdxg/ToM0VCvg7xI/AAAAAAAAKDA/h6qx7JScpf4/s1600/Tammy+corn+stocks+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0We4vbxdxg/ToM0VCvg7xI/AAAAAAAAKDA/h6qx7JScpf4/s400/Tammy+corn+stocks+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All three of us, my hubby, Tammy and me, unloaded the stalks in the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_w1qxG939eM/ToM0ajIrqsI/AAAAAAAAKDE/stxziQ7TlGs/s1600/Tammy+Corn+stocks+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_w1qxG939eM/ToM0ajIrqsI/AAAAAAAAKDE/stxziQ7TlGs/s400/Tammy+Corn+stocks+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cows and goats couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5NAq7_Ty1U/ToM0fC2ySdI/AAAAAAAAKDI/qkLUqhk_S7o/s1600/Tammy+corn+stocks+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5NAq7_Ty1U/ToM0fC2ySdI/AAAAAAAAKDI/qkLUqhk_S7o/s400/Tammy+corn+stocks+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is like candy for them. They devour it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0EliiEmOt0/ToM0j7j3hGI/AAAAAAAAKDM/wncaf9DAvjM/s1600/Tammy+corn+stocks+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S0EliiEmOt0/ToM0j7j3hGI/AAAAAAAAKDM/wncaf9DAvjM/s400/Tammy+corn+stocks+5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love doing this kind of thing especially with a friend or family member. It's just plain fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nnh64uWciRM/ToM0o5441bI/AAAAAAAAKDQ/YTA4SJCzPi8/s1600/Tammy+corn+stocks+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nnh64uWciRM/ToM0o5441bI/AAAAAAAAKDQ/YTA4SJCzPi8/s400/Tammy+corn+stocks+6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope you have friendly neighbors and I hope each of you shares with one another. Tammy did not leave until we gave her some apples and pears. It's the neighborly thing to do. We love&amp;nbsp;our neighbors and they love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "If any household is too small for a whole lamb, they must share one with their nearest neighbor, having taken into account the number of people there are. You are to determine the amount of lamb needed in accordance with what each person will eat." Exodus 12:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4474028358185237004?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4474028358185237004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4474028358185237004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4474028358185237004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4474028358185237004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-thoughtful-neighbor-tammy.html' title='My Thoughtful Neighbor, Tammy'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHNcYOfvjsU/ToM0QD6MIXI/AAAAAAAAKC8/l1_enlDasfY/s72-c/Tammy+a+welcome+guest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6808368541155167042</id><published>2011-10-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:22:17.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifting'/><title type='text'>My Blue Sugar Bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGQSrWeNBF0/TozF_0pK8bI/AAAAAAAAKEU/SVP4Vm8vYpw/s1600/sugar+bowl+blue+and+whit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGQSrWeNBF0/TozF_0pK8bI/AAAAAAAAKEU/SVP4Vm8vYpw/s400/sugar+bowl+blue+and+whit.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found this lovely blue and white sugar bowl at the antique show. It has no lid. It matches nothing perfectly that I own. It has a chip. But I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFKU72BSX-Q/TozHtac_HmI/AAAAAAAAKEY/D10h46VR0G4/s1600/blue+and+white+sugar+bowl+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFKU72BSX-Q/TozHtac_HmI/AAAAAAAAKEY/D10h46VR0G4/s400/blue+and+white+sugar+bowl+1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here it is close up. It $3 dollars. It's an antique. I don't mind the chip. I envision a beautiful green plant growing inside this little bowl. The problem is I forget to water my plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OA2seADoPo/TozHwnj81iI/AAAAAAAAKEc/Sw18Hzg1nM8/s1600/blue+and+white+with+cactus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3OA2seADoPo/TozHwnj81iI/AAAAAAAAKEc/Sw18Hzg1nM8/s400/blue+and+white+with+cactus.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What if I were to plant one of these green succulents in this pretty bowl? Even if I forget to water it, it shall probably live and&amp;nbsp;look pretty. I will plant hens and chicks in this sugar bowl, inside the house&amp;nbsp;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSNzd3uL8Ks/TozHy_V5adI/AAAAAAAAKEg/acy3Fze6UMc/s1600/blue+bowl+hens+and+chicks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSNzd3uL8Ks/TozHy_V5adI/AAAAAAAAKEg/acy3Fze6UMc/s400/blue+bowl+hens+and+chicks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are they not pretty next to my rooster? A perfect place for the hens and chicks. Little joys are a thing of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Sing to God, sing praises to His name; Lift up a song for Him who rides through the deserts, Whose name is the LORD, and exult before Him." Psalm 68:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6808368541155167042?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6808368541155167042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6808368541155167042&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6808368541155167042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6808368541155167042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-blue-sugar-bowl.html' title='My Blue Sugar Bowl'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CGQSrWeNBF0/TozF_0pK8bI/AAAAAAAAKEU/SVP4Vm8vYpw/s72-c/sugar+bowl+blue+and+whit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2646038536131224777</id><published>2011-10-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:00:05.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Culinary Delights'/><title type='text'>Artichokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTXLUUxDGTY/Top2umJuxHI/AAAAAAAAKEA/kVsez-8VSYo/s1600/artichokes+in+the+garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTXLUUxDGTY/Top2umJuxHI/AAAAAAAAKEA/kVsez-8VSYo/s400/artichokes+in+the+garden.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is our first year to grow artichokes. They are really just a giant thistle. Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pInNzoTTYzY/TopuLVmzLQI/AAAAAAAAKDw/5lnPLp9QRLs/s1600/artichoke+before+clipping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pInNzoTTYzY/TopuLVmzLQI/AAAAAAAAKDw/5lnPLp9QRLs/s400/artichoke+before+clipping.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our Aunt Dorothy steamed them and served them with hot melted butter, so I thought I'd give it a try. I read that I must clip the sharp and bristly tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSUuhW4IU8/TopuN-GbB_I/AAAAAAAAKD0/uRr4U7Y5Byc/s1600/artichoke+after+clipping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bNSUuhW4IU8/TopuN-GbB_I/AAAAAAAAKD0/uRr4U7Y5Byc/s400/artichoke+after+clipping.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is how they look after clipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztZc9hQjpOM/TopuPj2h9PI/AAAAAAAAKD4/4XUzgJByy5M/s1600/artichokes+ready+to+be+steamed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztZc9hQjpOM/TopuPj2h9PI/AAAAAAAAKD4/4XUzgJByy5M/s400/artichokes+ready+to+be+steamed.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also read that I should steam them upside down for 40 minutes. Before I did this, I soaked them in warm salty water and lots of bugs floated to the top. Thought I'd mention this, in case you don't like hot steamed bugs. I know I don't. Anyway, bugs got rinsed down the drain before steaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1smm3T87gnI/TopzigkYzPI/AAAAAAAAKD8/BGgNU_kAjBI/s1600/artichoke+dipping+in+butter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1smm3T87gnI/TopzigkYzPI/AAAAAAAAKD8/BGgNU_kAjBI/s400/artichoke+dipping+in+butter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After steaming, take individual leaves, dip in warm, salty and peppery butter. Yum!! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field." Genesis 3:18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2646038536131224777?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2646038536131224777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2646038536131224777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2646038536131224777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2646038536131224777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/artichokes.html' title='Artichokes'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lTXLUUxDGTY/Top2umJuxHI/AAAAAAAAKEA/kVsez-8VSYo/s72-c/artichokes+in+the+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5581982797925642899</id><published>2011-10-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:48:24.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Mom Moments'/><title type='text'>Busy Hands Are Happy Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg5-b9kAB6U/Toneo7VQ8eI/AAAAAAAAKDg/FVu8XDb7WTo/s1600/Rainy+Day+Blues.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg5-b9kAB6U/Toneo7VQ8eI/AAAAAAAAKDg/FVu8XDb7WTo/s400/Rainy+Day+Blues.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remember last week I mentioned I was feeling a bit blue? It was a combination of things: rainy, gloomy day, too much work to do, missing my son who went off to college, hormone stuff, lack of sleep and head cold.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I watch a&amp;nbsp;melancholy movie to help me cry or just cause it fits my disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rVDjW13KuM/Toney1rdk8I/AAAAAAAAKDk/5pLY6XfYKQs/s1600/Busy+hands+are+happy+hands+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rVDjW13KuM/Toney1rdk8I/AAAAAAAAKDk/5pLY6XfYKQs/s400/Busy+hands+are+happy+hands+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, the next day was a beautiful sunny day. I was rested and over my head cold. I still felt a&amp;nbsp;bit cheerless, but I determined to get to work. So I folded clothes. I remember my grandma&amp;nbsp; saying, "I've got to get my work done." She would then sweep and do her laundry. She was busy all the time, and&amp;nbsp; seemed&amp;nbsp;upbeat most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAVqC1ug3k/Tone1DSk1sI/AAAAAAAAKDo/1FHfFUzgT8k/s1600/Busy+hands+are+happy+hands+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioAVqC1ug3k/Tone1DSk1sI/AAAAAAAAKDo/1FHfFUzgT8k/s400/Busy+hands+are+happy+hands+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went out to my garden to see what was there. I have so many things to thank the Lord for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TRiPMp0qjM/Tone3AN7s1I/AAAAAAAAKDs/YvRYzXmxIg0/s1600/Busy+hands+are+happy+hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TRiPMp0qjM/Tone3AN7s1I/AAAAAAAAKDs/YvRYzXmxIg0/s400/Busy+hands+are+happy+hands.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came inside and began fixing a tasty meal. Soon I felt much lighter. I think accomplishing something, even if it is small, lifts one's spirits. I began thanking the Lord for His goodness to me. I'm so much better now. Busy hands are happy hands.&amp;nbsp; My true and deep joy, however comes from the Lord. Joy never goes away. Happiness comes and goes with the wind and the weather. Happiness depends on my circumstances, joy comes from knowing my Lord and knowing He will never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"She said, ‘Please let me glean and gather among the sheaves behind the harvesters.’ She came into the field and has remained here from morning till now, except for a short rest in the shelter.” Ruth 2:7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; This may not be correct, but I think of it like this: If my house burnt down I'd be SAD, but if I looked around and saw that our whole family made it out from the burning house; we were all saved, I'd be filled with JOY.  If I had lost my family in the fire, of course I would be sorrowful, YES, I would, but the Bible promises me JOY in the morning, for I will see them again. There would be peace and joy for knowing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5581982797925642899?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5581982797925642899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5581982797925642899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5581982797925642899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5581982797925642899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-hands-are-happy-hands.html' title='Busy Hands Are Happy Hands'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg5-b9kAB6U/Toneo7VQ8eI/AAAAAAAAKDg/FVu8XDb7WTo/s72-c/Rainy+Day+Blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7877547558812484620</id><published>2011-10-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:00:01.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>How to be Asked Over to the Girl's House...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skFVGCApnZA/ToZ4jpuPfMI/AAAAAAAAKDc/tz6_-plMAVk/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skFVGCApnZA/ToZ4jpuPfMI/AAAAAAAAKDc/tz6_-plMAVk/s400/IMG_1310.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Believe me if you had daughters rather than sons, you'd be thinking differently about what they do and where they go. It's almost a funny joke we have with the group of guys the girls are friends with. We know all they have to do to be asked over, is to ask our girls to do something dangerous, like go to the big city to a movie after 10:00 pm. They know we will say, "Instead of that, why do you all come to our house and watch a movie on our big screen TV? We will even feed you." Ha ha. And, of course it's true!&amp;nbsp; We want our girls safe and having lots of fun, but protected, under our roof! Tonight, they go to the high school football game and then back to our house with the whole gang; movie, soda pop and popcorn are free; can't beat that. Just trying to be smart parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Nowhere in all the land were there found women as beautiful as Job’s daughters, and their father granted them an inheritance along with their brothers." Job 42:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7877547558812484620?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7877547558812484620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7877547558812484620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7877547558812484620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7877547558812484620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-be-asked-over-to-girls-house.html' title='How to be Asked Over to the Girl&apos;s House...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-skFVGCApnZA/ToZ4jpuPfMI/AAAAAAAAKDc/tz6_-plMAVk/s72-c/IMG_1310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6458282589383158971</id><published>2011-09-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T10:16:45.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>From Boring to Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQezfw15f68/ToEKygFU3-I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ftIc8uhnSio/s1600/After+black+white+red+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQezfw15f68/ToEKygFU3-I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ftIc8uhnSio/s400/After+black+white+red+top.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found this dress at Ross for $8 dollars and thought it might look better as a top (I've been doing this a lot lately). I guess with my age and after having four babies, my legs are not what they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iB0QljChUSE/ToEK2B_M6MI/AAAAAAAAKC0/_HP7stIS4e8/s1600/Dress+Before+black+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iB0QljChUSE/ToEK2B_M6MI/AAAAAAAAKC0/_HP7stIS4e8/s400/Dress+Before+black+white.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I prefer not to wear dresses, especially since most nylons or pantyhose are outdated. So here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2DN0KdIweA/ToELAjpqGUI/AAAAAAAAKC4/yHONZzJNqCE/s1600/after+black+white+red+top2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D2DN0KdIweA/ToELAjpqGUI/AAAAAAAAKC4/yHONZzJNqCE/s400/after+black+white+red+top2.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now I have a cute top to wear when I substitute at school.&amp;nbsp; Flats for long days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQezfw15f68/ToEKygFU3-I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ftIc8uhnSio/s1600/After+black+white+red+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQezfw15f68/ToEKygFU3-I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ftIc8uhnSio/s400/After+black+white+red+top.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heels for short days. I like the red accents to give it a pop of color. Remember, if you don't like something, change it and make it better. Make it yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet." Proverbs 31:21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6458282589383158971?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6458282589383158971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6458282589383158971&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6458282589383158971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6458282589383158971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-boring-to-better.html' title='From Boring to Better'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mQezfw15f68/ToEKygFU3-I/AAAAAAAAKCw/ftIc8uhnSio/s72-c/After+black+white+red+top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2480934136210862359</id><published>2011-09-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:48:41.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spicy Red Cabbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday&apos;s Culinary Delights'/><title type='text'>Spicy Red Cabbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8OoXK9vlpw/ToE4z_4q-4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GLrMmWNj7sM/s1600/Spicy+Cabbage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8OoXK9vlpw/ToE4z_4q-4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GLrMmWNj7sM/s400/Spicy+Cabbage.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We eat at a fabulous Hungarian restaurant, which serves spicy red cabbage. This recipe takes me back to Europe, when I visited Austria, Switzerland and Bavaria, Germany in 1985. Somewhere along the way I&amp;nbsp;was lucky enought to be served this tangy red cabbage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9x3siA7JIk/ToE41mZ322I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-5-1bW21YpM/s1600/spicy+red+cabbag+cooked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9x3siA7JIk/ToE41mZ322I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-5-1bW21YpM/s400/spicy+red+cabbag+cooked.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, thanks to the Internet and... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqsxZYcNqiE/ToFC8ZiL_zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sNEgWJCwlws/s1600/a+portrait+of+Europe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqsxZYcNqiE/ToFC8ZiL_zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/sNEgWJCwlws/s400/a+portrait+of+Europe.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;many European cookbooks from my mother-in-law, I have made this recipe in my own kitchen and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SVG7cnj3XA/ToFBstI6nKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9yYkbeHjWhk/s1600/RED+cabbage+garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SVG7cnj3XA/ToFBstI6nKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9yYkbeHjWhk/s400/RED+cabbage+garden.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from the cabbages in my own garden.&lt;br /&gt;RECIPE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flavorful dish goes well with chicken or sausage. Perfect for a festive dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 red cabbage, cored and thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;2 apples, cored and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup red wine&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp red wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Using a large saucepan, heat oil over medium heat and cook onions until soft.&lt;br /&gt;Add cabbage, apples, wine, vinegar, sugar and spices. Simmer until tender, stirring often, about 15 to 20 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm participating in &lt;a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/2012/01/pinterest-valentine-ideas.html/comment-page-1#respond"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Amanda's Parenting by Dummies recipe post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, today! Please visit her wonderful parenting blog.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Better a small serving of vegetables with love than a fattened calf with hatred." Proverbs 15:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2480934136210862359?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2480934136210862359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2480934136210862359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2480934136210862359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2480934136210862359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/spicy-red-cabbage.html' title='Spicy Red Cabbage'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8OoXK9vlpw/ToE4z_4q-4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/GLrMmWNj7sM/s72-c/Spicy+Cabbage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7138760108341230</id><published>2011-09-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:00:00.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday&apos;s Mom Moments'/><title type='text'>Jessica Deserves the Crown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-UUYZTyG8U/Tn_CWpdSkfI/AAAAAAAAKCE/VUO1V7MNogc/s1600/Jessica+pop+cans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-UUYZTyG8U/Tn_CWpdSkfI/AAAAAAAAKCE/VUO1V7MNogc/s400/Jessica+pop+cans.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My daughter Jessica helped me recycle all of these pop cans after a party we had. Oh my goodness, it must have taken 45 min. out of our day just to do this little task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcrgg3WBpOI/Tn_CaDrJnkI/AAAAAAAAKCI/3qLMZFQsq3M/s1600/Jessica+crown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dcrgg3WBpOI/Tn_CaDrJnkI/AAAAAAAAKCI/3qLMZFQsq3M/s400/Jessica+crown.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Therefore she gets the crown; ha ha, the Burger King crown. She asked if she could get a special drink from Burger King and insisted that she and I both wear the crown. What a fun daughter I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwYJPqRicGk/Tn_C24C8C_I/AAAAAAAAKCM/JhkuhaScyOw/s1600/HPIM9625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwYJPqRicGk/Tn_C24C8C_I/AAAAAAAAKCM/JhkuhaScyOw/s400/HPIM9625.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, I too, wore the crown. I never felt so deserving. After all, it was 85 degrees outside and the air conditioner quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzQZYCeQiOI/Tn_C6FfJzgI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/EK1IyT7s2fw/s1600/Z+Jessica+and+Mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzQZYCeQiOI/Tn_C6FfJzgI/AAAAAAAAKCQ/EK1IyT7s2fw/s400/Z+Jessica+and+Mom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love you Jessica. Thank you for helping me with the pop cans, and thank you for being so much fun. You bring smiles to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PS Dear Blogging Friends, even though I am a Christian, I am a real person. I have faults. I make mistakes. I do get down at times I do still, at times, feel blue and sad. In fact today is one such day. Sometimes it is circumstantial, other times it is hormonal, or physical, like lack of sleep or a head cold. This time it could be all of the above. &amp;nbsp;I almost posted about it. I don't have time to go into detail, but I promise to do this in the near future. God is good and He makes me victorious even though it seems impossible. I will share later. Please have a good day and go with God, Kathi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them.” Psalm 126:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7138760108341230?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7138760108341230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7138760108341230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7138760108341230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7138760108341230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/jessica-deserves-crown.html' title='Jessica Deserves the Crown'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J-UUYZTyG8U/Tn_CWpdSkfI/AAAAAAAAKCE/VUO1V7MNogc/s72-c/Jessica+pop+cans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4276417029328055788</id><published>2011-09-24T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:29:09.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Feature'/><title type='text'>Mom Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-SqR9r8KlA/Tn5TB27ppjI/AAAAAAAAKCA/0xFpq_yR40c/s1600/Mom+cave+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-SqR9r8KlA/Tn5TB27ppjI/AAAAAAAAKCA/0xFpq_yR40c/s400/Mom+cave+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe that all mama bears need a "Mom Cave." Here is mine. This is where I write to you ladies and do my blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MXxw5kP_fk/Tn0VODIvhLI/AAAAAAAAKBY/EVib3BlMS4c/s1600/Mom+Cave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3MXxw5kP_fk/Tn0VODIvhLI/AAAAAAAAKBY/EVib3BlMS4c/s400/Mom+Cave.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This little room once held a wood stove and had many hooks upon the wall to hang wet overalls, jackets and hats. I'm quite sure many boots lined the wall as well. I live in an old farm house, which once was a dairy farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dN9WsIruAU/Tn0VU5ppxyI/AAAAAAAAKBc/sQSE1JUMfog/s1600/Mom+Cave+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2dN9WsIruAU/Tn0VU5ppxyI/AAAAAAAAKBc/sQSE1JUMfog/s400/Mom+Cave+3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back to my mom cave. This little room then became a furnace room. Don't look behind that shower curtain; I've concealed the furnace.&amp;nbsp; My friend liked my office, but said, "But you have no window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsOFTa1idfw/Tn0VZEX9zVI/AAAAAAAAKBg/crqO4dtPScg/s1600/Mom+Cave+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nsOFTa1idfw/Tn0VZEX9zVI/AAAAAAAAKBg/crqO4dtPScg/s400/Mom+Cave+2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, I do. Look up here, it's way up here; the furnace air intake. Ha ha. My husband said I could add a&amp;nbsp;window on the wood door.&amp;nbsp; The door would have window panes&amp;nbsp;and I could hang lace curtains. That would be cute. I may do it. Then people in the laundry room could look in and see my cute office with the door being closed if I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhjCLXABAH4/Tn0W10F4hBI/AAAAAAAAKBo/w4BjYg5X_Xk/s1600/Mom+Cave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhjCLXABAH4/Tn0W10F4hBI/AAAAAAAAKBo/w4BjYg5X_Xk/s400/Mom+Cave.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The above picture shows my "window." ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MyvqhGnsVs/Tn0XxnxGifI/AAAAAAAAKBs/W7IwkOIN-Qo/s1600/You%2527ve+Got+Mail+Her+desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MyvqhGnsVs/Tn0XxnxGifI/AAAAAAAAKBs/W7IwkOIN-Qo/s400/You%2527ve+Got+Mail+Her+desk.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I did not have a mom cave I would find this cute table that Meg Ryan uses in "You've Got Mail." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-SqR9r8KlA/Tn5TB27ppjI/AAAAAAAAKCA/0xFpq_yR40c/s1600/Mom+cave+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-SqR9r8KlA/Tn5TB27ppjI/AAAAAAAAKCA/0xFpq_yR40c/s320/Mom+cave+4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my little space. It's just perfect for me. I hope each one of you has a warm and pretty place to do your blogging. Have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "There he went into a cave and spent the night. [ The LORD Appears to Elijah ] And the word of the LORD came to him..." 1 Kings 19:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4276417029328055788?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4276417029328055788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4276417029328055788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4276417029328055788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4276417029328055788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom-cave.html' title='Mom Cave'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-SqR9r8KlA/Tn5TB27ppjI/AAAAAAAAKCA/0xFpq_yR40c/s72-c/Mom+cave+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2655464714151985828</id><published>2011-09-22T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:00:26.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday&apos;s Thinkin&apos; Outside The Box'/><title type='text'>Before School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2F_JdQSRDEE/TntQ-Hqmy3I/AAAAAAAAKBQ/gmSqTVctmJk/s1600/IMG_1638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2F_JdQSRDEE/TntQ-Hqmy3I/AAAAAAAAKBQ/gmSqTVctmJk/s400/IMG_1638.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before school Garrett studies his AWANA book. AWANA is a Bible memorization program for children. I am now a leader in this program. I'm excited to serve and to pray over these dear children. I'm proud of Garrett for working so hard on his verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Avmp72Q1log/TntRBVhQmkI/AAAAAAAAKBU/qe6-9UB_1qI/s1600/Morning+Coffee+on+the+porch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Avmp72Q1log/TntRBVhQmkI/AAAAAAAAKBU/qe6-9UB_1qI/s400/Morning+Coffee+on+the+porch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wave at my children and send air kisses as they head off to school. I sit and talk with the Lord on the porch for a few minutes, praying over my precious children and thanking Him. I usually have my own Bible reading time really early in the morning, but lately I have been lax. This morning I got up and started in on my Bible study and feel so refreshed. There is so much going on in our world to fear and fret about, but I can have peace in my own heart when I've reconnected with my Lord Jesus. I can trust Him for all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you." 1Peter 5:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2655464714151985828?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2655464714151985828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2655464714151985828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2655464714151985828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2655464714151985828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-school.html' title='Before School'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2F_JdQSRDEE/TntQ-Hqmy3I/AAAAAAAAKBQ/gmSqTVctmJk/s72-c/IMG_1638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3148387883815371515</id><published>2011-09-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:28:10.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathi&apos;s News'/><title type='text'>A Dose of Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tomRuMWj1m4/TnliWOU57JI/AAAAAAAAKA8/hgJIqhZFABs/s1600/Mom+Date+Moms+love+this+stuff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tomRuMWj1m4/TnliWOU57JI/AAAAAAAAKA8/hgJIqhZFABs/s400/Mom+Date+Moms+love+this+stuff.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With Harrison moved into the dorm, it did me good to go shopping with our daughter Victoria. She needed new shoes and I was feeling kind of blue. While we were out we noticed Clinique having their bonus sale, so we both bought something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wZngm4aEoU/TnlicXwO7HI/AAAAAAAAKBA/9IpbCPKOOeQ/s1600/Mom+Date+makeover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wZngm4aEoU/TnlicXwO7HI/AAAAAAAAKBA/9IpbCPKOOeQ/s400/Mom+Date+makeover.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This pretty lady helped Victoria so much with the right skin tone make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjuznZkja8I/TnloCELREJI/AAAAAAAAKBI/wQ0li3_2tU4/s1600/Mom+date+V+at+McDonalds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fjuznZkja8I/TnloCELREJI/AAAAAAAAKBI/wQ0li3_2tU4/s400/Mom+date+V+at+McDonalds.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had to stop for a snack. I love spending time with each of my children. This was just what I needed to lift my spirits. Victoria is a joy.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Lord for meeting each one of our needs, great or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge," Psalm 57:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3148387883815371515?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3148387883815371515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3148387883815371515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3148387883815371515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3148387883815371515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/dose-of-cheer.html' title='A Dose of Cheer'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tomRuMWj1m4/TnliWOU57JI/AAAAAAAAKA8/hgJIqhZFABs/s72-c/Mom+Date+Moms+love+this+stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1851011207377576675</id><published>2011-09-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:00:11.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucy Pendleton'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Lucy Pendleton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDnRnrnOrpI/TnbM2_pPaPI/AAAAAAAAKAw/hG39uag7SyE/s1600/Mrs.+Lucy+Pendleton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDnRnrnOrpI/TnbM2_pPaPI/AAAAAAAAKAw/hG39uag7SyE/s640/Mrs.+Lucy+Pendleton.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mrs. Lucy Pendleton influenced me by being such a lady and woman of God. She came by to visit me while I worked at the Bon Marche' in the big city. I do not have a real photo of her, but she often wore a fox fur. Missing are the black gloves which used to scare my poor sister Kelli when she was about 2 years old. She was in her 70's when she visited me. She held both of my hands in hers as she quietly admonished me not to say "heck" or "gosh." She told me that both of those were slang for things we should not say. I truly honored this great lady of my youth and have not said those two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5KZ1ilwqzg/TnbRT7mdt_I/AAAAAAAAKA0/csA3cx96Z9g/s1600/fox+fur+with+head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="348" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--5KZ1ilwqzg/TnbRT7mdt_I/AAAAAAAAKA0/csA3cx96Z9g/s640/fox+fur+with+head.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was six years old I sat behind Her and stared at the fox head biting the tail on her stole. It both enticed and horrified me at the same time. It was hard for me to concentrate on the sermon. I keep a recipe; the original typed and given to my mother as a young bride: "Hot Rolls." I keep it in my vintage recipe box, which once belonged to my grandmother. Lucy is a part of my heritage. I miss her. I will see her again some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFFLeQWLleI/TngGAbUA7UI/AAAAAAAAKA4/eN8piPDIL8E/s1600/Recipe+Card.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFFLeQWLleI/TngGAbUA7UI/AAAAAAAAKA4/eN8piPDIL8E/s400/Recipe+Card.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "...teach what is good.  Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children,  to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands..." Titus 2:4-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1851011207377576675?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1851011207377576675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1851011207377576675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1851011207377576675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1851011207377576675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/mrs-lucy-pendleton.html' title='Mrs. Lucy Pendleton'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDnRnrnOrpI/TnbM2_pPaPI/AAAAAAAAKAw/hG39uag7SyE/s72-c/Mrs.+Lucy+Pendleton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7948930984872292045</id><published>2011-09-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:00:02.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harrison'/><title type='text'>Father and Son Senior Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpXDt7jGP7E/Tna5iqNNEUI/AAAAAAAAKAQ/S3EMt1eIy1E/s1600/A+H+and+D+H+near+the+Rim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpXDt7jGP7E/Tna5iqNNEUI/AAAAAAAAKAQ/S3EMt1eIy1E/s400/A+H+and+D+H+near+the+Rim.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This June after our son Harrison graduated from high school, my husband took him on a four day trip over to Bend and then to Crater Lake. This was a wonderful bonding time for father and son.&amp;nbsp; The scenery of Crater lake leaves one speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6x7JjzxU70/Tna5kXPKepI/AAAAAAAAKAU/C5Vx570hlHc/s1600/A+H+and+D.+at+Crator+Lake+Stacey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6x7JjzxU70/Tna5kXPKepI/AAAAAAAAKAU/C5Vx570hlHc/s400/A+H+and+D.+at+Crator+Lake+Stacey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I81l1dB76Wk/Tna5q0JWjhI/AAAAAAAAKAY/T-yKusB7xjI/s1600/Crator+Lake+Fabulous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I81l1dB76Wk/Tna5q0JWjhI/AAAAAAAAKAY/T-yKusB7xjI/s400/Crator+Lake+Fabulous.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcvKR6eLiPk/Tna5s7KPXsI/AAAAAAAAKAc/VU9vPt4m4-4/s1600/Crator+Lake+Amazing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcvKR6eLiPk/Tna5s7KPXsI/AAAAAAAAKAc/VU9vPt4m4-4/s400/Crator+Lake+Amazing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_QnPYzEL-k/Tna5yUuQ9dI/AAAAAAAAKAg/uHgZQAINSyc/s1600/A+H+and+D+gorgeous+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_QnPYzEL-k/Tna5yUuQ9dI/AAAAAAAAKAg/uHgZQAINSyc/s400/A+H+and+D+gorgeous+lake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfB_hYXYLmM/Tna5zh7vb4I/AAAAAAAAKAk/USSyAanQdyo/s1600/A+H+and+D+beautiful+C.+Lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vfB_hYXYLmM/Tna5zh7vb4I/AAAAAAAAKAk/USSyAanQdyo/s400/A+H+and+D+beautiful+C.+Lake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7nRtd4Hhg/Tna53IlPv2I/AAAAAAAAKAo/pLFJq6z68Ns/s1600/A+Harrison+and+Dad+Crator+Lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7nRtd4Hhg/Tna53IlPv2I/AAAAAAAAKAo/pLFJq6z68Ns/s400/A+Harrison+and+Dad+Crator+Lake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Yek6UCV10/Tna55lN0kEI/AAAAAAAAKAs/OWii2C4qqFQ/s1600/a+Harrison+viewing+the+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Yek6UCV10/Tna55lN0kEI/AAAAAAAAKAs/OWii2C4qqFQ/s400/a+Harrison+viewing+the+lake.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harrison is staring into the future as he begins his new life away from home at college. We are proud of you Harrison and thanking the Lord for His hand on your life. I miss you though, so much as I write this. Love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path." Psalm 119:105&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7948930984872292045?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7948930984872292045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7948930984872292045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7948930984872292045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7948930984872292045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/father-and-son-senior-trip.html' title='Father and Son Senior Trip'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NpXDt7jGP7E/Tna5iqNNEUI/AAAAAAAAKAQ/S3EMt1eIy1E/s72-c/A+H+and+D+H+near+the+Rim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2090074942768556365</id><published>2011-09-17T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:18:39.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Secrets of Jonathan Sperry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE7lbPVXB04/TnVpc5Vqq2I/AAAAAAAAKAM/zfigs2yeG_E/s1600/Secrets+of+Jonathan+Sperry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE7lbPVXB04/TnVpc5Vqq2I/AAAAAAAAKAM/zfigs2yeG_E/s320/Secrets+of+Jonathan+Sperry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to be like Mr. Sperry. This is an excellent family movie. God bless you all today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen." Ephesians 4:29&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2090074942768556365?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2090074942768556365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2090074942768556365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2090074942768556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2090074942768556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/movie-review-secrets-of-jonathan-sperry.html' title='Movie Review: Secrets of Jonathan Sperry'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VE7lbPVXB04/TnVpc5Vqq2I/AAAAAAAAKAM/zfigs2yeG_E/s72-c/Secrets+of+Jonathan+Sperry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5749850873356525741</id><published>2011-09-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:58:40.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Leopard Print Top Made-Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu--mx80zQo/TnN0O0gQA5I/AAAAAAAAJ_g/vLYLE9Uz07g/s1600/Leopard+print+with+black+cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu--mx80zQo/TnN0O0gQA5I/AAAAAAAAJ_g/vLYLE9Uz07g/s400/Leopard+print+with+black+cat.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As promised, today I'm showing the alterations I've made from a long, mid shin length, straight dress. I shortened it to make a top to wear with jeans. I forgot to take the before photo; so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nN4gS7E1F7M/TnN0V7dvltI/AAAAAAAAJ_k/V8S3CKMNZlU/s1600/Leopard++print+with+pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nN4gS7E1F7M/TnN0V7dvltI/AAAAAAAAJ_k/V8S3CKMNZlU/s400/Leopard++print+with+pink.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again I've paired it with a thrift store sweater, which cost $3 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_CMI-JTs-M/TnN00K7FtdI/AAAAAAAAJ_o/__vFmbGEQjE/s1600/Leopard+print+with+black+sweater2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_CMI-JTs-M/TnN00K7FtdI/AAAAAAAAJ_o/__vFmbGEQjE/s1600/Leopard+print+with+black+sweater2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here again with my black $4 dollar thrift sweater. I just realized I also have gray and white $3 dollar sweaters, which match perfectly; brand names Ann Taylor, Old Navy and The Black and White Store. I love thrifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx_UjHQzpY/TnN1QHHJAfI/AAAAAAAAJ_s/btgYZylGO6s/s1600/leopard+print+hemmed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx_UjHQzpY/TnN1QHHJAfI/AAAAAAAAJ_s/btgYZylGO6s/s400/leopard+print+hemmed.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A concern I had when cutting and hemming was that this thin knit fabric rolls at the hem after washing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAM-geZOVGc/TnN1SUsp4rI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/4QTlbYg1OIQ/s1600/alterations+adding+weight+to+hem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UAM-geZOVGc/TnN1SUsp4rI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/4QTlbYg1OIQ/s400/alterations+adding+weight+to+hem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It needed weight and stability so It stitched seam binding all the way along the hem, careful not to stretch and ironed smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGHDmKdFK40/TnN1kPkH5TI/AAAAAAAAJ_0/F2ZnhMEuAmI/s1600/alterations+flat+seam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGHDmKdFK40/TnN1kPkH5TI/AAAAAAAAJ_0/F2ZnhMEuAmI/s400/alterations+flat+seam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm happy with the results. The hem seems to lie perfectly flat. I wanted 3 and half in slits on the side seams, so I stitched thin ribbon along those edges and pressed to keep those from rolling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-aKDHF2cY4/TnN2AYqgrNI/AAAAAAAAJ_4/pmGNfqxqSLE/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-aKDHF2cY4/TnN2AYqgrNI/AAAAAAAAJ_4/pmGNfqxqSLE/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Slits on side seams, near hem.&amp;nbsp; This top needed shape. It was straight up and down, so I added this black ribbon. I stitched it in place on the back center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MMod0el9ME/TnN2PEcTGEI/AAAAAAAAJ_8/LyYhZiREcMo/s1600/leopard+print+top+ribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_MMod0el9ME/TnN2PEcTGEI/AAAAAAAAJ_8/LyYhZiREcMo/s400/leopard+print+top+ribbon.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Center stitched ribbon back view of top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sO8kfIRQfDg/TnN2ShEQ-DI/AAAAAAAAKAA/_7csBv5NI4Q/s1600/leopard+print+top+ribbon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sO8kfIRQfDg/TnN2ShEQ-DI/AAAAAAAAKAA/_7csBv5NI4Q/s400/leopard+print+top+ribbon2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I added thread side carriers to keep the ribbon in place seen near my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fQqQKaziNc/TnN4ebiQJ3I/AAAAAAAAKAE/TGChX9eRXb0/s1600/leopard+print+top+shortend++black+sweater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fQqQKaziNc/TnN4ebiQJ3I/AAAAAAAAKAE/TGChX9eRXb0/s400/leopard+print+top+shortend++black+sweater.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always thought I had to wear heals so that I would not look short and squatty. I have learned it is the length of the top, more so than the shoes, which keeps me more proportioned. I'm having fun altering my clothes for a better fit. You can too!! I can also wear flats!! &amp;nbsp;Enjoy your weekend Dear Friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9BTt_OWqBE/TnN4h9lw0gI/AAAAAAAAKAI/MYDFg1F-zjw/s1600/leopard+print+top+and+Blackie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9BTt_OWqBE/TnN4h9lw0gI/AAAAAAAAKAI/MYDFg1F-zjw/s400/leopard+print+top+and+Blackie.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,&lt;br /&gt;For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." --Civilla D. Martin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5749850873356525741?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5749850873356525741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5749850873356525741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5749850873356525741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5749850873356525741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/leopard-print-top-made-over.html' title='Leopard Print Top Made-Over'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu--mx80zQo/TnN0O0gQA5I/AAAAAAAAJ_g/vLYLE9Uz07g/s72-c/Leopard+print+with+black+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-848805353677870184</id><published>2011-09-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:28:15.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alterations On the Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbo-_p9Nbk/TnJKi2-UmwI/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/v1eH9tPv4j8/s1600/Another+Alteration+Floral+Dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbo-_p9Nbk/TnJKi2-UmwI/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/v1eH9tPv4j8/s400/Another+Alteration+Floral+Dress.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I thought I'd get a bit of sewing finished so that I will be ready with some outfits for school. I'm altering two dresses, which were too long and making cute tops out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSXSkphrABQ/TnJKLY7SmJI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/E_rMUr7Jzak/s1600/Another+Alteration+Animal+print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qSXSkphrABQ/TnJKLY7SmJI/AAAAAAAAJ_U/E_rMUr7Jzak/s400/Another+Alteration+Animal+print.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've shortened both of them and added a ribbon belt and side slits to one, and shoulder straps to the other. I hope to show you these completed tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. Colossians 3:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-848805353677870184?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/848805353677870184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=848805353677870184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/848805353677870184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/848805353677870184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/alterations-on-way.html' title='Alterations On the Way'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbo-_p9Nbk/TnJKi2-UmwI/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/v1eH9tPv4j8/s72-c/Another+Alteration+Floral+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7676630752029291211</id><published>2011-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:00:00.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>You Cannot Run; You Cannot Hide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--z6SU9yh4Jg/TnAl5rV8vVI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/XyCSWO63IX0/s1600/Garrett+Yellow+Shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--z6SU9yh4Jg/TnAl5rV8vVI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/XyCSWO63IX0/s400/Garrett+Yellow+Shirt.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett said, "This yellow shirt is too bright. I don't like it." "Why, Garrett? You look so good in yellow." "The Duties, on recess can see everything I do. They know everywhere I go. I can't hide. If I go up the slide, they see it. And, I have to sit against the wall, for one minute." As a mother, I like that yellow shirt very much. Ha ha! I told Garrett, that for this very reason he should be doing the right thing all the time, and I reminded him that the Lord God sees everything he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; “...You are the God who sees me...” Genesis 16:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7676630752029291211?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7676630752029291211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7676630752029291211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7676630752029291211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7676630752029291211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-cannot-run-you-cannot-hide.html' title='You Cannot Run; You Cannot Hide'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--z6SU9yh4Jg/TnAl5rV8vVI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/XyCSWO63IX0/s72-c/Garrett+Yellow+Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4063523778487332284</id><published>2011-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:00:04.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beef'/><title type='text'>I Need To Share My Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxvIJ7_Nmbo/TmrDid_A_wI/AAAAAAAAJ-g/cfrKePxvJ2U/s1600/Beef+Angus+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxvIJ7_Nmbo/TmrDid_A_wI/AAAAAAAAJ-g/cfrKePxvJ2U/s400/Beef+Angus+2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Many of you know that my husband and I raise Angus beef and sell the meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwYA8exFdtY/TmrD0nj7qoI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/m3jr5M9diXc/s1600/Cattle+by+Victoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dwYA8exFdtY/TmrD0nj7qoI/AAAAAAAAJ-k/m3jr5M9diXc/s400/Cattle+by+Victoria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We fertilize the pasture and water it in summer. We buy sacks of grain two months before butchering and feed it to our cattle for extra flavor. This year my husband invested in a used sprinkler system for the pasture, which cost $700.&amp;nbsp; We owe our neighbor $3300 for some cattle we just purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySQR457UVvo/TmrDKgKA67I/AAAAAAAAJ-c/2T0DTES4utc/s1600/Angus+Beef" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySQR457UVvo/TmrDKgKA67I/AAAAAAAAJ-c/2T0DTES4utc/s400/Angus+Beef" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We raise excellent beef. Our animals have a large range of healthy pasture and sunshine. With high quality hay in winter. &amp;nbsp;They are hormone free and antibiotic free. Here is my dilemma. We have extended credit to many of our customers. These are old high school friends, church friends, business associates and friends on face book, but these "friends," are not paying us. Since June butchering, those people picked up their beef, enjoyed it for 4th of July barbecue, but have not paid us. I'm saddened over this and beginning to wonder about myself. Am I too nice? Am I a push over? Are these people ignorant? Are they shysters? Will they pay us? I have heard all of these: "The check is in the mail,"&amp;nbsp; "We'll pay you as soon as I start my new job," "I sent the check. It must have gotten lost in the mail." I have also had this happen recently, a bounced check, a check was sent with a note, "Please do not cash until the 8th. The morning of the 8th a frantic phone call, "Please don't cash that check. We closed that account. We will pay you in a few days." We have received nothing from her yet!!! We have decided to change our policy, even though we have had some really WONDERFUL beef customers who pay regularly. We are going to ask for a deposit to hold their order and then ask for the money the day they pick up their beef.&amp;nbsp; As of right now five people owe us money totally $2800.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for listening. I just needed to unload my plight and share my heart. We charge $2.50 per pound and the butcher adds his fees of .60 cents per pound, so the grand total is $3.10 per pound for high quality steaks, roasts and ground beef. I feel this is a fair price.&amp;nbsp; As of today's mail, nine days after she said, "I'll send the check tomorrow," a, it has not come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor." Romans 13:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4063523778487332284?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4063523778487332284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4063523778487332284&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4063523778487332284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4063523778487332284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-to-share-my-thoughts.html' title='I Need To Share My Thoughts...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QxvIJ7_Nmbo/TmrDid_A_wI/AAAAAAAAJ-g/cfrKePxvJ2U/s72-c/Beef+Angus+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3473854283058851931</id><published>2011-09-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:03:09.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom Date'/><title type='text'>Enjoying My Son Before He Leaves For College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8r7DygYl9E/Tm1PYv6ctwI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/FxxqAWIqs3M/s1600/Harrison+and+Grandma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8r7DygYl9E/Tm1PYv6ctwI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/FxxqAWIqs3M/s400/Harrison+and+Grandma.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good Morning Dear Friends! Friday morning early I was scheduled to pick up my mother-in-law, Vivian, for her fasting blood test. I asked my son Harrison if he'd like to join us. We always go out for breakfast after her appointment.&amp;nbsp; Vivian is doing about the same. She remembers things from long ago, but her short term memory is nearly gone. This is so sad. We are so glad we can still do these short outings with her. We took her back to her retirement home after this and I then took Harrison shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1liXOjuehk/Tm1Pbw2RnbI/AAAAAAAAJ-4/cc1dQGgrzLE/s1600/Harrison+and+Mom+shopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1liXOjuehk/Tm1Pbw2RnbI/AAAAAAAAJ-4/cc1dQGgrzLE/s400/Harrison+and+Mom+shopping.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Harrison has a summer job so he pays for his own clothes, but we&amp;nbsp;still help him with some of the basics like underwear, socks and jeans; things he really needs. We and also&amp;nbsp;he have been saving for years for him to attend college. He moves into his dorm in one week, which will be so hard on me, "sniff, sniff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ist0-HSBQH0/Tm1PemFcT3I/AAAAAAAAJ-8/QFp1aN6BSgg/s1600/Harrison+and+Mom+shopping+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ist0-HSBQH0/Tm1PemFcT3I/AAAAAAAAJ-8/QFp1aN6BSgg/s400/Harrison+and+Mom+shopping+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He's smiling because he has his hand on a blue shirt he wants to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqhtFaZ9vaM/Tm1PhHIVNoI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/CULmvNRjq54/s1600/Harrison+being+Spock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqhtFaZ9vaM/Tm1PhHIVNoI/AAAAAAAAJ_A/CULmvNRjq54/s400/Harrison+being+Spock.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's "Spock's" shirt from Star Trek. He did buy it with his own money. Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yukc8OD0Sms/Tm1PkGyNzhI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/SEh--FZHy5Q/s1600/Harrison+Old+Navy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yukc8OD0Sms/Tm1PkGyNzhI/AAAAAAAAJ_E/SEh--FZHy5Q/s400/Harrison+Old+Navy.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He felt right at home at Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIB6S7DG3oE/Tm1Pl5DWWHI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/PfFVKZWhriA/s1600/Harrison+and+his+new+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIB6S7DG3oE/Tm1Pl5DWWHI/AAAAAAAAJ_I/PfFVKZWhriA/s400/Harrison+and+his+new+family.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every time I turned around he was doing something silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs53DU-SnSk/Tm1PocHlg2I/AAAAAAAAJ_M/1J5-zwNI3Qo/s1600/Harrison+being+silly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rs53DU-SnSk/Tm1PocHlg2I/AAAAAAAAJ_M/1J5-zwNI3Qo/s400/Harrison+being+silly.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was making me laugh. We had a great time together. Since he and Nikki broke up he has had more time to spend with me. We all miss Nikki, but know that there is a time and a season for things, and since he has got to be serious about college, this is pretty good timing. He is doing really well and having fun dating&amp;nbsp;lots of&amp;nbsp;different girls rather than being serious with just one. &amp;nbsp;I'm so thankful for him. Enjoy your day today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly,&amp;nbsp; nor stands in the path of sinners, &lt;br /&gt;nor sits in the seat of the scornful;&amp;nbsp; but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and in His law he meditates day and night.&amp;nbsp; He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season..." Psalm 1:1-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3473854283058851931?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3473854283058851931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3473854283058851931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3473854283058851931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3473854283058851931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/enjoying-my-son-before-he-leaves-for.html' title='Enjoying My Son Before He Leaves For College'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8r7DygYl9E/Tm1PYv6ctwI/AAAAAAAAJ-0/FxxqAWIqs3M/s72-c/Harrison+and+Grandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4582502993820390515</id><published>2011-09-09T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:33:20.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips for young wives and mothers'/><title type='text'>Dear Mother There is Hope For You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8cxSTKz2Nc/TmrYyJSvtuI/AAAAAAAAJ-o/mM0dplRn87s/s1600/Garrett+low+blood+sugar+sad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8cxSTKz2Nc/TmrYyJSvtuI/AAAAAAAAJ-o/mM0dplRn87s/s400/Garrett+low+blood+sugar+sad.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real photo of real emotions of anger, hopelessness and grumpiness of my otherwise sweet child Garrett. He was out playing in the mud and used the hose to cool off, but got too cold and instantly became angry and wanted to blame me, his mom, for not taking pictures of his mud creations. Dear Mother, Do you have a child, a sweet child, who instantly changes, and otherwise has a wonderful disposition, and sweet nature? This dear child, does he sometimes become angry and umm... well, the best word I can come up with is "forelorned?" Does he seem sad and won't be comforted? and cry quickly? Is everything all of a sudden gloomy? Please dear mother, I want you to know that this happens regularly in our home. I would have never realized the problem or the cure, if my mother-in-law hadn't had the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjHl5x43E10/TmrY0mZ4mBI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/_q6zKm3QvWA/s1600/Garrett+after+eating+happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xjHl5x43E10/TmrY0mZ4mBI/AAAAAAAAJ-s/_q6zKm3QvWA/s400/Garrett+after+eating+happy.jpg" width="385px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our case the problem is low blood sugar, and the cure is to give him something to eat. Give him some protein, or sometimes anything handy, along with a hug and words of comfort. Within five to ten minutes our sunny boy returns to us. He is just as sweet as ever. This is a real photo of Garrett after eating and showering. The two photos were 15 min. apart. I hope this has helped someone today. God bless you you Dear Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOqrOm0Glds/TmrY2LqlzTI/AAAAAAAAJ-w/ap9ZfsVXBh8/s1600/Garrett+after+eating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UOqrOm0Glds/TmrY2LqlzTI/AAAAAAAAJ-w/ap9ZfsVXBh8/s400/Garrett+after+eating.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett helped me round up chickens and goats after this and wrote "I love you Mom," in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LORD my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me." Psalm 30:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4582502993820390515?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4582502993820390515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4582502993820390515&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4582502993820390515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4582502993820390515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-mother-there-is-hope-for-you.html' title='Dear Mother There is Hope For You...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R8cxSTKz2Nc/TmrYyJSvtuI/AAAAAAAAJ-o/mM0dplRn87s/s72-c/Garrett+low+blood+sugar+sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3621655276938964825</id><published>2011-09-09T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:53:03.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Purse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>For Pennies You Can Make Something Stylish and Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxbWPvcfo3o/TmoJmge6lkI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/X-mpVf61woo/s1600/green+purse+hot+glue+animal+print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxbWPvcfo3o/TmoJmge6lkI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/X-mpVf61woo/s400/green+purse+hot+glue+animal+print.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcqtpKjozI/TmmfBo7NJHI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/gGoBWNC_cgI/s1600/animal+print+outfit+and+purse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcqtpKjozI/TmmfBo7NJHI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/gGoBWNC_cgI/s400/animal+print+outfit+and+purse.jpg" width="252px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn2INIOzHXo/Tmme7aHMAkI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/nVh54HhrYeg/s1600/Green+Purse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn2INIOzHXo/Tmme7aHMAkI/AAAAAAAAJ-I/nVh54HhrYeg/s400/Green+Purse.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found this purse at a thrift store for .25 cents. At first I had doubts about getting it. It's green and I never spend money on a green purse because it's not a practical color. I always buy the standard brown, black or cream. I noticed it matched the top I was wearing.&amp;nbsp; I reasoned that it was only a quarter. Then I envisioned it with a few touches of animal print fabric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxbWPvcfo3o/TmoJmge6lkI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/X-mpVf61woo/s1600/green+purse+hot+glue+animal+print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxbWPvcfo3o/TmoJmge6lkI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/X-mpVf61woo/s400/green+purse+hot+glue+animal+print.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oS9W_EFcns4/Tmme9jibHXI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/6xPEo2tHGQM/s1600/Green+purse+with+leopard+trim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oS9W_EFcns4/Tmme9jibHXI/AAAAAAAAJ-M/6xPEo2tHGQM/s400/Green+purse+with+leopard+trim.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;As you can see I did purchase this purse. I hot glued leopard print fabric here and there as little touches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AB-EMknNnLg/TmmfANWb7eI/AAAAAAAAJ-Q/dNO_XxUmRmE/s1600/green+purse+animal+print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AB-EMknNnLg/TmmfANWb7eI/AAAAAAAAJ-Q/dNO_XxUmRmE/s400/green+purse+animal+print.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the way it turned out. For .25 cents, I think it's amazingly cute. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcqtpKjozI/TmmfBo7NJHI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/gGoBWNC_cgI/s1600/animal+print+outfit+and+purse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qcqtpKjozI/TmmfBo7NJHI/AAAAAAAAJ-U/gGoBWNC_cgI/s400/animal+print+outfit+and+purse.jpg" width="252px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the way it looks with my outfit. I'm learning to see how something could look or how I could improve it. I encourage you to do the same. For just pennies you can have something stylish and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the Lord God made clothing from animal skins for Adam and his wife." Genesis 3:21 I have linked up with&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atthepicketfence.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Inspriation Friday At the Picket Fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Please visit to see all of the great ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3621655276938964825?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3621655276938964825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3621655276938964825&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3621655276938964825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3621655276938964825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-pennies-you-can-make-something.html' title='For Pennies You Can Make Something Stylish and Fun'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LxbWPvcfo3o/TmoJmge6lkI/AAAAAAAAJ-Y/X-mpVf61woo/s72-c/green+purse+hot+glue+animal+print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2349698985908958585</id><published>2011-09-08T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:00:09.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wish I Could Pause Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATWLaoW9xXQ/Tmg1G2hnmKI/AAAAAAAAJ-A/qnwQ7zSXPjQ/s1600/Freeze+this+Moment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATWLaoW9xXQ/Tmg1G2hnmKI/AAAAAAAAJ-A/qnwQ7zSXPjQ/s400/Freeze+this+Moment.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I must apologize that this photo is blurry, but I had to snap this shot. I wish I could freeze time when the kids are doing something fun together like this. Our girls in high school invited Charlee also in high school,&amp;nbsp;over and Shawn, who will be attending college with our son Harrison. All of them were out on the patio while I was watering the pots. They were looking at Face Book together and laughing about stuff. I'm so glad that the girls love school and that Harrison has another friend, Shawn, to rub elbows with in College. I'm so blessed and happy to watch my children thriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rytU_e2Z8g/Tmg2nJGnfKI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/Q-AjNAtnH_U/s1600/Garrett+searching+for+a+frog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6rytU_e2Z8g/Tmg2nJGnfKI/AAAAAAAAJ-E/Q-AjNAtnH_U/s400/Garrett+searching+for+a+frog.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I turned around and saw Garrett with a flashlight searching for a frog; so cute and so sweet. I want to press the pause button on my life. My sister Sharon, just got through saying this very thing, and I know exactly what she means. These moments with our family are priceless. I'm so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants." Proverbs 31:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2349698985908958585?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2349698985908958585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2349698985908958585&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2349698985908958585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2349698985908958585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/wish-i-could-pause-time.html' title='Wish I Could Pause Time'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATWLaoW9xXQ/Tmg1G2hnmKI/AAAAAAAAJ-A/qnwQ7zSXPjQ/s72-c/Freeze+this+Moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4680500926247126381</id><published>2011-09-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:40:49.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The First Day of School Was Everything We Prayed For and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3p-TuypDM8/TmcB_5MB9yI/AAAAAAAAJ94/KnKdZ3QUWxE/s1600/first+day+of+school+G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3p-TuypDM8/TmcB_5MB9yI/AAAAAAAAJ94/KnKdZ3QUWxE/s400/first+day+of+school+G.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garrett was the first one up this morning and getting ready for his first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mog5GG1sRPE/TmcCFTQN7GI/AAAAAAAAJ98/qgqPy1bDens/s1600/first+day+of+school+vgj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mog5GG1sRPE/TmcCFTQN7GI/AAAAAAAAJ98/qgqPy1bDens/s400/first+day+of+school+vgj.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God answered so many prayers. Victoria and Jessica love school and their classes.&amp;nbsp; Garrett loves his new teacher. All three&amp;nbsp;kids&amp;nbsp;came home happy and beaming.&amp;nbsp; We had been praying for Garrett to enjoy school and to have a teacher who allows the kids to have talking time and drawing time and a warm family feel to the classroom. One of the first things his new teacher said&amp;nbsp; to me was that they would be working on community and relationships in her&amp;nbsp;classroom. She is young and fresh and excited about teaching. The room was warm and cozy. It is also right next to Mrs. Smith, the sweet librarian. These kids get to walk past Mrs. Smith for a smile and a dose of encouragement each time the enter and exit their class, which is another blessing. I'm so thankful. After I left Garrett's happy room, I walked past the other 4th grade room, the one where most of the kids he was with last year are situated. It might have been my imagination, but it seemed cold, loud and unfriendly. Regardless, I know Garrett is exactly where God has placed him and I am very very thankful. I'm going to keep praying that Garrett would be a leader and a helper in his room this year. I am also going to keep thanking God for His loving touch&amp;nbsp;on our lives.&amp;nbsp;I want to thank you dear blogging friends for your kind thoughts and prayers over my post yesterday. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4680500926247126381?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4680500926247126381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4680500926247126381&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4680500926247126381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4680500926247126381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school-was-everything-we.html' title='The First Day of School Was Everything We Prayed For and More'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3p-TuypDM8/TmcB_5MB9yI/AAAAAAAAJ94/KnKdZ3QUWxE/s72-c/first+day+of+school+G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8950348283129966090</id><published>2011-09-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:00:00.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I'm Going to Miss This Little Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIL70MGka3o/TmWCLYIThTI/AAAAAAAAJ90/g-JOd1bhOmc/s1600/Summer+is+here+Garrett+reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIL70MGka3o/TmWCLYIThTI/AAAAAAAAJ90/g-JOd1bhOmc/s400/Summer+is+here+Garrett+reading.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett starts school this morning. His backpack is ready with lunch and school supplies safely tucked inside. He knows who his new teacher will be. He knows many of the names of students in his class. He is ready to begin this new year. We did not worry about who his new teacher would be. We prayed every day for Garrett's new classroom. We trust the Lord that He put Garrett into the best classroom for him to thrive this year. I did not stew, worry or fret. I prayed. I'm so happy and at peace for this new year ahead.&amp;nbsp; One specific thing we prayed for was that the teacher would allow the kids to draw and to talk with one another; to have talking time during the class time. We also prayed that Garrett would be a leader and helper in this classroom and that it would have a family feel in that room. We prayed that whoever the teacher was that he/she would love the children and have patience with them. Garrett is in a whole different group this year, other than his previous school years. I believe God has placed him where he needs to be. I will let you know what happens. I will miss all of my children, but I know it is time for the new year to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Those who know your name trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8950348283129966090?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8950348283129966090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8950348283129966090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8950348283129966090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8950348283129966090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-going-to-miss-this-little-guy.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Miss This Little Guy'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIL70MGka3o/TmWCLYIThTI/AAAAAAAAJ90/g-JOd1bhOmc/s72-c/Summer+is+here+Garrett+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1093686393563909534</id><published>2011-09-05T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:00:06.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Back to School Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZqOpdrd8FE/TmRY-lVR2QI/AAAAAAAAJ9M/9Xk8p0X2eCE/s1600/shopping+with+girls+before+we+left.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZqOpdrd8FE/TmRY-lVR2QI/AAAAAAAAJ9M/9Xk8p0X2eCE/s400/shopping+with+girls+before+we+left.jpg" width="305px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello Dear Blogging Friends. It's our annual back to school shopping trip today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrTOA0l_cEw/TmRZMGs4GqI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/YDTdqCx-CJ8/s1600/shopping+with+my+girls+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrTOA0l_cEw/TmRZMGs4GqI/AAAAAAAAJ9U/YDTdqCx-CJ8/s400/shopping+with+my+girls+car.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Come on along with us, Victoria, me and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0xHZttr-P8/TmRZEYzg0II/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/IAI_u9gXPlA/s1600/shopping+with+my+girls+stores+closed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G0xHZttr-P8/TmRZEYzg0II/AAAAAAAAJ9Q/IAI_u9gXPlA/s400/shopping+with+my+girls+stores+closed.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ooops, we forgot, we were so anxious that we forgot to check what time the mall stores opened. We were 20 min. early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DZY8QjxLY4/TmRZRlU2wtI/AAAAAAAAJ9Y/uGlmdhHRB3I/s1600/shopping+eating+first.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DZY8QjxLY4/TmRZRlU2wtI/AAAAAAAAJ9Y/uGlmdhHRB3I/s400/shopping+eating+first.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to get a bite to eat to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhEPpbIUicU/TmRZaNVcoSI/AAAAAAAAJ9g/LYLybG4yHEQ/s1600/shopping+with+girls+hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EhEPpbIUicU/TmRZaNVcoSI/AAAAAAAAJ9g/LYLybG4yHEQ/s400/shopping+with+girls+hat.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica likes this hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Urk2QHHBpI/TmRaXwfjEzI/AAAAAAAAJ9k/ngzM5IgDVHA/s1600/IMG_1286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Urk2QHHBpI/TmRaXwfjEzI/AAAAAAAAJ9k/ngzM5IgDVHA/s400/IMG_1286.JPG" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like this jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtvAaxjvYX0/TmRZU3UJeTI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/dT9QPqygqLw/s1600/shopping+sun+glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtvAaxjvYX0/TmRZU3UJeTI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/dT9QPqygqLw/s400/shopping+sun+glasses.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria likes these shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urSYatGjZdU/TmRabguLdTI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/eXP7pQF9exE/s1600/shopping+with+girls+purse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urSYatGjZdU/TmRabguLdTI/AAAAAAAAJ9o/eXP7pQF9exE/s400/shopping+with+girls+purse.jpg" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this purse, but I put it back. I don't need another purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyAKbuQmtOQ/TmRag6NKZII/AAAAAAAAJ9s/Gm5M2oXDpMg/s1600/shopping+with+girls+the+help.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyAKbuQmtOQ/TmRag6NKZII/AAAAAAAAJ9s/Gm5M2oXDpMg/s400/shopping+with+girls+the+help.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As part of our tradition, we always see the big "chick flick" of the year. This year it was "The Help." Oh my goodness, we cried. This was soooo good. It is a must see. We all loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqhQtLBa03w/TmRajVopn2I/AAAAAAAAJ9w/XjlJ9cp8jV0/s1600/shopping+with+girls+Penneys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqhQtLBa03w/TmRajVopn2I/AAAAAAAAJ9w/XjlJ9cp8jV0/s400/shopping+with+girls+Penneys.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back to our shopping. I love this cute jacket. We will see if it goes on sale. Penney's has pretty good deals. We found some good sales and the girls got the things they needed for school. I love being with my daughters and I am so thankful for these fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances." Phillipians 4:11 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1093686393563909534?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1093686393563909534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1093686393563909534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1093686393563909534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1093686393563909534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-school-shopping.html' title='Back to School Shopping'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZqOpdrd8FE/TmRY-lVR2QI/AAAAAAAAJ9M/9Xk8p0X2eCE/s72-c/shopping+with+girls+before+we+left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8517144819374917248</id><published>2011-09-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:37:57.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>Eggplant: It's the New Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVcevRgilV0/TmLvbz8-0-I/AAAAAAAAJ9I/p4qMbfZpBtI/s1600/Egg+Plant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVcevRgilV0/TmLvbz8-0-I/AAAAAAAAJ9I/p4qMbfZpBtI/s400/Egg+Plant.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eggplant, steamed, with garlic butter, salt and pepper has a very similar consistency, taste and texture as fish. Since doctor's orders are meat once a day, then if I have a hamburger at noon, I should not eat meat at dinner.&amp;nbsp;The other night I fixed eggplant, rice, green beans, tomatoes, onions&amp;nbsp;and cucumbers. We had a lovely dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore you shall keep the commandments of the LORD your God, to walk in His ways and to fear Him. For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and springs, that flow out of valleys and hills; a land of wheat and barley, of vines and fig trees and pomegranates, a land of olive oil and honey;" Deut. 8:7-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8517144819374917248?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8517144819374917248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8517144819374917248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8517144819374917248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8517144819374917248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/eggplant-its-new-fish.html' title='Eggplant: It&apos;s the New Fish'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVcevRgilV0/TmLvbz8-0-I/AAAAAAAAJ9I/p4qMbfZpBtI/s72-c/Egg+Plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5478498756548848848</id><published>2011-09-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:00:08.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><title type='text'>I Forgot to Check My Zucchini Plant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK9yxwKw7EU/TmGwAXM-_XI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/7jiq77SnLFU/s1600/0902111119a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK9yxwKw7EU/TmGwAXM-_XI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/7jiq77SnLFU/s320/0902111119a.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever turned your back on your zucchini plant? I am steaming it, frying it, freezing it, stuffing it with Spanish rice and pureeing it for hiding in brownies and spaghetti sauce. You name it, I'm cooking it. Learn from me, check your plant daily. Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May God give you heaven’s dew and earth’s richness— an abundance of grain and new wine." Genesis 27:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5478498756548848848?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5478498756548848848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5478498756548848848&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5478498756548848848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5478498756548848848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-forgot-to-check-my-zucchini-plant.html' title='I Forgot to Check My Zucchini Plant...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK9yxwKw7EU/TmGwAXM-_XI/AAAAAAAAJ9E/7jiq77SnLFU/s72-c/0902111119a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6789074431339566165</id><published>2011-09-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T07:50:06.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Think Outside The Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R15hF7ZoNbU/TmBQKJaKxPI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/IrcCg2Rmeik/s1600/kathi+in+green+and+black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R15hF7ZoNbU/TmBQKJaKxPI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/IrcCg2Rmeik/s400/kathi+in+green+and+black.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I found a dress for six dollars. I hated the way I looked in it, so I changed it and made it my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-284X5jIs21o/TmBQNOVe_yI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/3OMPQ_CMIPk/s1600/Kathi+in+green+and+black+fix+it.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-284X5jIs21o/TmBQNOVe_yI/AAAAAAAAJ8w/3OMPQ_CMIPk/s400/Kathi+in+green+and+black+fix+it.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First off, it was too long, or um, I am too short; really dislike. Second, for me, I need straps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWIgSqq9KrM/TmBR0R1gawI/AAAAAAAAJ80/WSCtObQTMH4/s1600/Kathi+green+and+black+before.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWIgSqq9KrM/TmBR0R1gawI/AAAAAAAAJ80/WSCtObQTMH4/s400/Kathi+green+and+black+before.jpg" width="306px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To remedy this, I cut off the bottom of the dress and made straps from the fabric removed. I hemmed the dress short enough to become a top rather than a dress. I purchased a lil' green sweater (it's an Ann Taylor) at Goodwill for $4 dollars and&amp;nbsp;black pants&amp;nbsp;for $14 dollars from Ross, and then added some bling. Heels give me height and make a more proportionate look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sRApqCjr74/TmBXQUWESjI/AAAAAAAAJ88/1WWwU3s4U2M/s1600/kathi+in+green+and+black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8sRApqCjr74/TmBXQUWESjI/AAAAAAAAJ88/1WWwU3s4U2M/s400/kathi+in+green+and+black.jpg" width="220px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot more me. I'm getting bold with my sewing machine and scissors;&amp;nbsp;and you can too. Look beyond what is there and try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-4AekJT730/TmDs2_Ks1II/AAAAAAAAJ9A/CDkPNweepgI/s1600/IMG_1201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-4AekJT730/TmDs2_Ks1II/AAAAAAAAJ9A/CDkPNweepgI/s400/IMG_1201.JPG" width="346px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." &amp;nbsp;Matt. 6:25-28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6789074431339566165?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6789074431339566165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6789074431339566165&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6789074431339566165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6789074431339566165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/think-outside-box.html' title='Think Outside The Box'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R15hF7ZoNbU/TmBQKJaKxPI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/IrcCg2Rmeik/s72-c/kathi+in+green+and+black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4877710361871982626</id><published>2011-09-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:00:02.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pickling Beets In the Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7B4Iajpf-o/Tl70fD-w5XI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/EvXX1o1iWGg/s1600/pickled+beets+jars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7B4Iajpf-o/Tl70fD-w5XI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/EvXX1o1iWGg/s400/pickled+beets+jars.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pickled beets taste great in a salad. I grow a few each summer&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and use my Ball canning jar booklet recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNjg40B7Py4/Tl70hLylDjI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/qVuDl1UGq0M/s1600/Kathi+canning+beets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNjg40B7Py4/Tl70hLylDjI/AAAAAAAAJ8g/qVuDl1UGq0M/s400/Kathi+canning+beets.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even though my house is a bit messy, kids running in and out barefoot, Popsicle sticks laying everywhere, including the bathroom, screen door slamming, flies buzzing, and mercury rising to 89, here I am in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vF4dHHiqilM/Tl713Fl0TlI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/R5CDThy0lM0/s1600/Kathi+canning+beets+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vF4dHHiqilM/Tl713Fl0TlI/AAAAAAAAJ8o/R5CDThy0lM0/s400/Kathi+canning+beets+2.jpg" width="266px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTK4MTjZvMA/Tl70jyS3kaI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/L-bkPvt6cIk/s1600/Pickled+beets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTK4MTjZvMA/Tl70jyS3kaI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/L-bkPvt6cIk/s400/Pickled+beets.jpg" width="400px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the morning I am delighted, for my kitchen looks like this. Some of these jars will make it into Christmas baskets for my hair dresser, neighbors and family. Feels good to be preparing for winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go to the ant, you sluggard! &lt;br /&gt;Consider her ways and be wise, &lt;br /&gt;Which, having no captain, &lt;br /&gt;Overseer or ruler, &lt;br /&gt;Provides her supplies in the summer, &lt;br /&gt;And gathers her food in the harvest. " Proverbs 6:6-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4877710361871982626?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4877710361871982626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4877710361871982626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4877710361871982626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4877710361871982626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/09/pickling-beets-in-heat.html' title='Pickling Beets In the Heat'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7B4Iajpf-o/Tl70fD-w5XI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/EvXX1o1iWGg/s72-c/pickled+beets+jars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2243633017184162284</id><published>2011-08-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:57:39.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Berries Berries Berries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfZPNvh47RE/Tl213s8EiNI/AAAAAAAAJ7Y/XtojXwkpm60/s1600/berries+close+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfZPNvh47RE/Tl213s8EiNI/AAAAAAAAJ7Y/XtojXwkpm60/s400/berries+close+up.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time to pick blackberries. We have quite a few&amp;nbsp;wild vines&amp;nbsp;growing&amp;nbsp; along our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2tU3twCwLE/Tl216ouw7nI/AAAAAAAAJ7c/7aivxY9UZhU/s1600/Berries+Book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2tU3twCwLE/Tl216ouw7nI/AAAAAAAAJ7c/7aivxY9UZhU/s400/Berries+Book.jpg" width="300" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When my children were small I'd read this cute Mennonite book published by Rod and Staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZXwi2qSK2Y/Tl21-Y_nxnI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/BmMronF4CKM/s1600/Berries+book+kids+with+pail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZXwi2qSK2Y/Tl21-Y_nxnI/AAAAAAAAJ7k/BmMronF4CKM/s400/Berries+book+kids+with+pail.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The children in these stories are always helping their parents&amp;nbsp;with chores and bringing in the harvest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqCLNLDnMHE/Tl218Z6d3II/AAAAAAAAJ7g/SDaJ9KAOOQw/s1600/Berries+book+mom+in+kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqCLNLDnMHE/Tl218Z6d3II/AAAAAAAAJ7g/SDaJ9KAOOQw/s400/Berries+book+mom+in+kitchen.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These stories have encouraged me to raise my children this way. One thing I did differently than the mother in the book&amp;nbsp;though is I went with my children to pick berries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SirJnbLiwCE/Tl23S4bhOMI/AAAAAAAAJ7o/9xBna3NgLZA/s1600/berries+kathi+and+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SirJnbLiwCE/Tl23S4bhOMI/AAAAAAAAJ7o/9xBna3NgLZA/s400/berries+kathi+and+kids.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Berry picking is a special time to be with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gYigzvaXG4/Tl23XBGXO6I/AAAAAAAAJ7s/mduqSDNEEfM/s1600/berries++victoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gYigzvaXG4/Tl23XBGXO6I/AAAAAAAAJ7s/mduqSDNEEfM/s400/berries++victoria.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My older ones are adults now and they are still wanting to&amp;nbsp; pick berries with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7qwZZYKDd0/Tl23bEo8LhI/AAAAAAAAJ7w/SYlCoPQN5dk/s1600/berries+v+and+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7qwZZYKDd0/Tl23bEo8LhI/AAAAAAAAJ7w/SYlCoPQN5dk/s400/berries+v+and+H.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I still remember the very first time. Harrison was four and Victoria was three. Jessica was a baby on my back inside&amp;nbsp;a backpack. One reason I remember it so vividly is that we had fun. Most days when the kids were young were hard. I kept wondering when would it get fun to be a mother. I enjoyed being with my little ones so much. We truly had fun that day, and I knew motherhood was going to get better and better as the children got older, and it turned out to be true. I'm so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65JwfvowtEQ/Tl23e1s8k5I/AAAAAAAAJ70/KMCJzCjldu8/s1600/berries+Kathi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65JwfvowtEQ/Tl23e1s8k5I/AAAAAAAAJ70/KMCJzCjldu8/s400/berries+Kathi.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another book that I just love is &lt;u&gt;Blueberries For Sal&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7wUwyfAZe8/Tl23h5x4KTI/AAAAAAAAJ74/v8iAYJyM_Bo/s1600/Blueberries+For+Sal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7wUwyfAZe8/Tl23h5x4KTI/AAAAAAAAJ74/v8iAYJyM_Bo/s400/Blueberries+For+Sal.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Robert McCloskey's illustrations are so endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq3IoESbs4M/Tl23kZaosJI/AAAAAAAAJ78/X8tmwMjRl1Y/s1600/Blueberries+For+Sal+picking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq3IoESbs4M/Tl23kZaosJI/AAAAAAAAJ78/X8tmwMjRl1Y/s400/Blueberries+For+Sal+picking.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I must have read this book to my little ones over one hundred times. It's a favorite for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-9ffzmOCLs/Tl23n_ifdBI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/QXbpp7bkswg/s1600/Blueberries+For+Sal+canning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-9ffzmOCLs/Tl23n_ifdBI/AAAAAAAAJ8A/QXbpp7bkswg/s400/Blueberries+For+Sal+canning.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe that is one reason the kids still want to pick berries with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5hU3wsTKUc/Tl23q_u1cEI/AAAAAAAAJ8E/juT9yMeVaIA/s1600/berries+all+four+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5hU3wsTKUc/Tl23q_u1cEI/AAAAAAAAJ8E/juT9yMeVaIA/s400/berries+all+four+kids.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was cool on this morning, but believe it or not it was 80 degrees by afternoon, this August day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOI8dovO1GU/Tl23xWHrNGI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/3Bpq-C7wlYs/s1600/berries+trampoline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOI8dovO1GU/Tl23xWHrNGI/AAAAAAAAJ8I/3Bpq-C7wlYs/s400/berries+trampoline.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intermission on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjvZKVYojsY/Tl2304kuWlI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/GMB8jnrd_U4/s1600/beans+va+nd+g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjvZKVYojsY/Tl2304kuWlI/AAAAAAAAJ8M/GMB8jnrd_U4/s400/beans+va+nd+g.jpg" width="300" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Looks like the beans are ready too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MWAuz1Y31g/Tl232xk41xI/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/jN_eDrRUIxE/s1600/beans+g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MWAuz1Y31g/Tl232xk41xI/AAAAAAAAJ8Q/jN_eDrRUIxE/s400/beans+g.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garrett found a tiny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ggr3vf30_c/Tl236nf8lqI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/wi2-WVViJIs/s1600/beans+g+and+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ggr3vf30_c/Tl236nf8lqI/AAAAAAAAJ8U/wi2-WVViJIs/s400/beans+g+and+mom.jpg" width="300" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I enjoy this time with my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTGEM6mHE7o/Tl239NSV5UI/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/7ltN0UyKmLk/s1600/beans+cutting+them.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTGEM6mHE7o/Tl239NSV5UI/AAAAAAAAJ8Y/7ltN0UyKmLk/s400/beans+cutting+them.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like the two story books, my kids continued to help me put away the food for the winter. They washed and bagged the berries. I blanched the beans and they bagged them and both were put into the freezer for this winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded..." Song of Solomon 7:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2243633017184162284?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2243633017184162284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2243633017184162284&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2243633017184162284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2243633017184162284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/berries-berries-berries.html' title='Berries Berries Berries'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dfZPNvh47RE/Tl213s8EiNI/AAAAAAAAJ7Y/XtojXwkpm60/s72-c/berries+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-778889867773135273</id><published>2011-08-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:34:32.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Mom'/><title type='text'>Jane Austen Keeps Me Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oXL8hZORrM/TlvuPy9xTnI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/7sSWObPRl9k/s1600/Jane+Austen+for+commuting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oXL8hZORrM/TlvuPy9xTnI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/7sSWObPRl9k/s400/Jane+Austen+for+commuting.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jane Austen keeps me company as I drive. I allow myself these two luxuries as I commute to work, coffee in a pretty cup and an audio book. I found this &lt;u&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/u&gt; at a used book store. It&amp;nbsp;had not been used. The package was sealed. I was thrilled. --A favorite Jane Austen quote: "...One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it." --speaking of Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NK9oHyh8UCg/TlvvYlND88I/AAAAAAAAJ7U/GgrPIFmDAFM/s1600/Kathi+Driving+Mini+Cooper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NK9oHyh8UCg/TlvvYlND88I/AAAAAAAAJ7U/GgrPIFmDAFM/s400/Kathi+Driving+Mini+Cooper.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm thankful for so many things: First and foremost&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;the Lord, God is with me and loves me, also, my dear family, my health, enough money to pay my bills, my cute Mini Cooper, and little pleasures like hot coffee and Jane Austen.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Lord for&amp;nbsp; your daily blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair." Isaiah 61:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-778889867773135273?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/778889867773135273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=778889867773135273&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/778889867773135273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/778889867773135273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/jane-austen-keeps-me-company.html' title='Jane Austen Keeps Me Company'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4oXL8hZORrM/TlvuPy9xTnI/AAAAAAAAJ7Q/7sSWObPRl9k/s72-c/Jane+Austen+for+commuting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5532677145065681506</id><published>2011-08-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:33:50.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>What I Really Want Is Houndstooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HCQB0sHXF0/TlsIk_F3fBI/AAAAAAAAJ6w/n-lVOpSV-w4/s1600/Red+Volkswagon+Beetle+Classic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HCQB0sHXF0/TlsIk_F3fBI/AAAAAAAAJ6w/n-lVOpSV-w4/s400/Red+Volkswagon+Beetle+Classic.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The classics are always in. We find it with cars. Who wouldn't want this adorable little bug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp834zCK4bs/TlsNYXtFPgI/AAAAAAAAJ7E/sR-vUFt9h0c/s1600/Elizabeth+Montgomery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp834zCK4bs/TlsNYXtFPgI/AAAAAAAAJ7E/sR-vUFt9h0c/s400/Elizabeth+Montgomery.jpg" width="322px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We see it with&amp;nbsp;Elizabeth Montgomery's hair style because it's a classic cut. In light of this fact, all I want is a houndstooth jacket to keep me warm this winter. So far all I've found are black, red and gray coats, oh and one lime green. Of course I have not shopped all of the stores yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uVxdkPC6qk/TlsMdkoIffI/AAAAAAAAJ7A/sFuXlpWqRQw/s1600/Houndstooth+Jacket+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uVxdkPC6qk/TlsMdkoIffI/AAAAAAAAJ7A/sFuXlpWqRQw/s400/Houndstooth+Jacket+2.jpg" width="287px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The houndstooth pattern is very much&amp;nbsp;a classic and always fashionable.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to pay $100 plus dollars for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HCQB0sHXF0/TlsIk_F3fBI/AAAAAAAAJ6w/n-lVOpSV-w4/s1600/Red+Volkswagon+Beetle+Classic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HCQB0sHXF0/TlsIk_F3fBI/AAAAAAAAJ6w/n-lVOpSV-w4/s400/Red+Volkswagon+Beetle+Classic.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't be buying a love bug this year, but I did find this houndstooth blazer for $5 dollars at a thrift store. I was delighted because it is a well known brand, in good shape and a wool blend.&amp;nbsp; I love it! The best time to shop for sweaters and jackets&amp;nbsp; at Goodwill is when it is 90 degrees outside. I had the whole aisle to myself and everything was between $2 and $5 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-LAwojUTvk/TlsIp9yzAkI/AAAAAAAAJ60/woPfM7XUTRs/s1600/Hounds+Tooth+Jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-LAwojUTvk/TlsIp9yzAkI/AAAAAAAAJ60/woPfM7XUTRs/s400/Hounds+Tooth+Jacket.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WLi8vhARow/TlshyctkbjI/AAAAAAAAJ7M/-FRnWdRMgvI/s1600/houndstooth+shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7WLi8vhARow/TlshyctkbjI/AAAAAAAAJ7M/-FRnWdRMgvI/s400/houndstooth+shoes.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I was wrting this post it occurred to me that I might be weird for liking houndstooth, so I did a search and this is what I found &lt;a href="http://www.mizhattan.com/2011/08/currently-coveting-houndstooth.html"&gt;Mizhattan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; Look at those Marie Claire Spain&amp;nbsp;shoes. She&amp;nbsp; mentioned on her blog that Salvatore Ferragamo's 2011 fall collection includes houndstooth. I'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I, (the Lord),&amp;nbsp;have led you forty years in the wilderness; your clothes have not worn out upon you, and your sandals have not worn off your feet." Deuteronomy 29:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5532677145065681506?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5532677145065681506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5532677145065681506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5532677145065681506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5532677145065681506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-really-want-is-houndstooth.html' title='What I Really Want Is Houndstooth'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HCQB0sHXF0/TlsIk_F3fBI/AAAAAAAAJ6w/n-lVOpSV-w4/s72-c/Red+Volkswagon+Beetle+Classic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8794959383661059290</id><published>2011-08-28T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:00:08.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragging My Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8XWEWt4dQ8/TlnFu0TJ3GI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/1s4vrjuft9k/s1600/Fall+is+coming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8XWEWt4dQ8/TlnFu0TJ3GI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/1s4vrjuft9k/s400/Fall+is+coming.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've mentioned before that I don't want summer to end. These are helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down." Psalm 104:19&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8794959383661059290?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8794959383661059290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8794959383661059290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8794959383661059290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8794959383661059290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/dragging-my-feet.html' title='Dragging My Feet'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8XWEWt4dQ8/TlnFu0TJ3GI/AAAAAAAAJ6s/1s4vrjuft9k/s72-c/Fall+is+coming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8172046984958087716</id><published>2011-08-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T08:48:13.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Shorty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Za-lFUJN984/Tlj8lMOsTXI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/KJheJa0lAHk/s1600/a+Cats+leaving+Shorty+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Za-lFUJN984/Tlj8lMOsTXI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/KJheJa0lAHk/s400/a+Cats+leaving+Shorty+out.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shorty&amp;nbsp;out-weighs the others by at least five pounds. The other two cats, Blackie and Schmidty, lord it over him in spite of his largeness. I'll put it this way, he eats last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP_Fqn8hcf8/TlhrjOaTdhI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/B4S2XRuuWG4/s1600/Shorty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vP_Fqn8hcf8/TlhrjOaTdhI/AAAAAAAAJ6g/B4S2XRuuWG4/s400/Shorty.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I sneak&amp;nbsp;Shorty into the garage ahead of the other two and let him have the feeder all to himself. He he.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The righteous care for the needs of their animals, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel." Proverbs 12:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8172046984958087716?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8172046984958087716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8172046984958087716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8172046984958087716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8172046984958087716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/shorty.html' title='Shorty'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Za-lFUJN984/Tlj8lMOsTXI/AAAAAAAAJ6k/KJheJa0lAHk/s72-c/a+Cats+leaving+Shorty+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7528080577039709543</id><published>2011-08-26T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:00:03.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>Sharon's Annual Summer Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7DorOoPEcg/TlcjOvs1KvI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/eXiWk7BvjGM/s1600/sharon+H+talking+morning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7DorOoPEcg/TlcjOvs1KvI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/eXiWk7BvjGM/s400/sharon+H+talking+morning.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good morning!! Today I will share about my sister Sharon's annual visit to our farm. She used to come and bring all four of her boys with her, but alas, they are all either grown and married, working or involved in sports. We miss the good old days, but are enjoying a new phase in our lives, which means we get to spend time together; just the two of us. Sharon and my son Harrison share a moment together before he leaves for work driving the combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AcKseeDfyA/TlcjVC-HdCI/AAAAAAAAJ5w/O_GqOziQw4U/s1600/Sharon+in+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AcKseeDfyA/TlcjVC-HdCI/AAAAAAAAJ5w/O_GqOziQw4U/s400/Sharon+in+car.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As Sharon and I ventured out on day one, we spotted my daughter Victoria jogging. She gladly took our photo verifying that we really do go thrifting&amp;nbsp;early in the &amp;nbsp;morning. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmll7ym7Da0/TlcjZkHURjI/AAAAAAAAJ50/8mN-b5v6AvY/s1600/Sharon+in+car+V.+outside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmll7ym7Da0/TlcjZkHURjI/AAAAAAAAJ50/8mN-b5v6AvY/s400/Sharon+in+car+V.+outside.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm proud of Victoria for wanting to stay in shape. She is quite active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NN5l4XxIylI/TlcjfQyL5JI/AAAAAAAAJ54/8WEaY93EW2w/s1600/Sharon+antiques.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NN5l4XxIylI/TlcjfQyL5JI/AAAAAAAAJ54/8WEaY93EW2w/s400/Sharon+antiques.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We drove quite a ways to a little town where an antique fair was going on. We found some really special items here. Sharon found a lithographed tray and I found some blue dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quWuQxNi1HA/TlckS7foO8I/AAAAAAAAJ6M/sICLRZ7Sul4/s1600/Sharon+white+picket+fence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-quWuQxNi1HA/TlckS7foO8I/AAAAAAAAJ6M/sICLRZ7Sul4/s400/Sharon+white+picket+fence.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We couldn't help but notice cute houses. I loved this white picket fence with multitudes of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeYS68oA4n8/Tlcj0gitz6I/AAAAAAAAJ58/j9PMaZFTehY/s1600/Sharon+daisy+large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeYS68oA4n8/Tlcj0gitz6I/AAAAAAAAJ58/j9PMaZFTehY/s400/Sharon+daisy+large.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The daisy is quickly becoming my favorite flower. They are so cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue238rUgJJc/Tlcj52C_gwI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/cLXmhwQSdYM/s1600/Sharon+daisies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue238rUgJJc/Tlcj52C_gwI/AAAAAAAAJ6A/cLXmhwQSdYM/s400/Sharon+daisies.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sharon thinks so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ywXovMui9Q/Tlcj-a6ghsI/AAAAAAAAJ6E/JXUcwNEVne0/s1600/Sharon+looking+at+houses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ywXovMui9Q/Tlcj-a6ghsI/AAAAAAAAJ6E/JXUcwNEVne0/s400/Sharon+looking+at+houses.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took dozens of photos of darling houses. So many of our favorites had front porches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfZz5D0jQMs/TlcltzqOgYI/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/JZbRyHUCKAQ/s1600/Sharon+G+and+S+motorcycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OfZz5D0jQMs/TlcltzqOgYI/AAAAAAAAJ6Y/JZbRyHUCKAQ/s400/Sharon+G+and+S+motorcycle.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When we pulled into the drive way that evening we saw this familiar sight. My husband and Garrett enjoying a dirt-bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAxCRG2pqQQ/TlckC_7iUYI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/pVDScySfeJU/s1600/Sharon+thrift+plate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAxCRG2pqQQ/TlckC_7iUYI/AAAAAAAAJ6I/pVDScySfeJU/s400/Sharon+thrift+plate.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next day, yep, here we are again thrifting. Sharon nearly always finds another transfer ware piece. She's got such an eye for it. $1.99, what a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG3u5q9HdNU/TlckVLqFEoI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/jmT3Xa3if7Q/s1600/Sharon+thrift+Jessica+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eG3u5q9HdNU/TlckVLqFEoI/AAAAAAAAJ6Q/jmT3Xa3if7Q/s400/Sharon+thrift+Jessica+dress.jpg" width="330px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We met up with my two daughters Jessica and Victoria at St. Vinnie's. I love it that they like to shop here too. I also think it's really cool that they are wearing dresses more these days.&amp;nbsp;She is wearing one of the vintage dresses she bid on from EBay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIxVwKsi9s/TlctRumarnI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/dEijw22H--Q/s1600/Sharon+V+found+a+cute+dress+too.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwIxVwKsi9s/TlctRumarnI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/dEijw22H--Q/s400/Sharon+V+found+a+cute+dress+too.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria found a cute dress too. I like it that my girls want to wear dresses. They are so feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwsl4Dixo-8/Tlcknd4gz_I/AAAAAAAAJ6U/knXjz7-YtYg/s1600/Sharon+and+V+and+J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwsl4Dixo-8/Tlcknd4gz_I/AAAAAAAAJ6U/knXjz7-YtYg/s640/Sharon+and+V+and+J.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our visits together are never long enough, but I am so thankful for each one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She sets about her work vigorously; &lt;br /&gt;her arms are strong for her tasks. &lt;br /&gt;She sees that her trading is profitable..." Proverbs 31:17-18 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7528080577039709543?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7528080577039709543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7528080577039709543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7528080577039709543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7528080577039709543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/sharons-annual-summer-visit.html' title='Sharon&apos;s Annual Summer Visit'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e7DorOoPEcg/TlcjOvs1KvI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/eXiWk7BvjGM/s72-c/sharon+H+talking+morning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1791190837128028215</id><published>2011-08-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:00:11.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>If The Shoe Fits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLP-GlpvMo/TlXDRIOf9oI/AAAAAAAAJ5g/rr00TzRhbEM/s1600/Sharons+cute+shoes+and+purse+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLP-GlpvMo/TlXDRIOf9oI/AAAAAAAAJ5g/rr00TzRhbEM/s400/Sharons+cute+shoes+and+purse+2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm drooling over the shoes and purse.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPex3JxoRhM/TlXFGoCpL2I/AAAAAAAAJ5k/Jbd8bsYvbZ4/s1600/sharon+cute+outfit+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPex3JxoRhM/TlXFGoCpL2I/AAAAAAAAJ5k/Jbd8bsYvbZ4/s400/sharon+cute+outfit+3.jpg" width="165px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This gal's got style and she shops on a budget. Cute figure too. How does she do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZUa6dW4Qnc/TlXFOhnc4qI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/sGUeeFDFgI0/s1600/sharon+cute+outfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hZUa6dW4Qnc/TlXFOhnc4qI/AAAAAAAAJ5o/sGUeeFDFgI0/s400/sharon+cute+outfit.jpg" width="175px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my fashionable sister Sharon. She buys cute things at garage sales, thrifting and&amp;nbsp;she watches for sales at Ross and other stores. I love the way she can throw an outfit together with just pennies. I love you &lt;a href="http://roseofsharonmaytest.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rose Of Sharon Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..and she was admired by everyone who saw her." Esther 2:15b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1791190837128028215?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1791190837128028215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1791190837128028215&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1791190837128028215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1791190837128028215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-shoe-fits.html' title='If The Shoe Fits...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLP-GlpvMo/TlXDRIOf9oI/AAAAAAAAJ5g/rr00TzRhbEM/s72-c/Sharons+cute+shoes+and+purse+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8992219359294082799</id><published>2011-08-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:16:34.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melancholy'/><title type='text'>Listen to Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSD6tWMjPlI/TlRsmq_KBwI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/YsCX2ogEdoA/s1600/a+memory+chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSD6tWMjPlI/TlRsmq_KBwI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/YsCX2ogEdoA/s400/a+memory+chocolate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now and then I've had the&amp;nbsp;impulse&amp;nbsp;to take a photo, but have&amp;nbsp;cast aside the notion, for being too busy or too tired to get up and get the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIhkYf8giM4/TlRsqq3s8mI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/Qed3uER-yuI/s1600/Garret+by+truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hIhkYf8giM4/TlRsqq3s8mI/AAAAAAAAJ5Q/Qed3uER-yuI/s400/Garret+by+truck.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have had some serious regrets and have since learned to grab my camera and snap away, even if I feel foolish at times, for zooming in on the&amp;nbsp;fruit and vegetables at the grocery store. I don't regret taking pictures; I regret missing great photo opts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQ6cSYArqss/TlRss_FVNsI/AAAAAAAAJ5U/wsTBUWMQNiI/s1600/a+memory+Buck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQ6cSYArqss/TlRss_FVNsI/AAAAAAAAJ5U/wsTBUWMQNiI/s400/a+memory+Buck.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I&amp;nbsp;hauled my camera along when we took a little&amp;nbsp;cruise in the 1950 Chevy for a sip of&amp;nbsp;hot cocoa and garage sales. Buzz and two other toys cost $1.00 total,&amp;nbsp;"Score." Garrett was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVYpoJoOYZQ/TlRuGfD9tfI/AAAAAAAAJ5Y/FALH81LMtwA/s1600/Jessica+in+creek+near+dam+by+Victoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVYpoJoOYZQ/TlRuGfD9tfI/AAAAAAAAJ5Y/FALH81LMtwA/s400/Jessica+in+creek+near+dam+by+Victoria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Remember this dam? I showed pictures my daughter Victoria had taken here about a month ago. Somebody decided it had to go. An evil&amp;nbsp;bull dozer and wicked dump trucks lined&amp;nbsp;our country back roads&amp;nbsp;that mournful&amp;nbsp;day. Loud explosions could be heard. It's gone... It's gone! This lovely place we used to come is all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fyoU3P6h-dk/TlR3W3z7MoI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/LraQ_pOb-TI/s1600/Garrett+walking+on+dam+by+Victoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fyoU3P6h-dk/TlR3W3z7MoI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/LraQ_pOb-TI/s400/Garrett+walking+on+dam+by+Victoria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so sad. I know I will get over it. I am&amp;nbsp;heavy-hearted over this little private fairy world that is now gone. It's a&amp;nbsp;lump, a pile&amp;nbsp;of broken hunks of cement. The ancient moss... the water fall... gone gone. Somber, sorrowful day. &amp;nbsp;I regret that I did not bring my sister Sharon here for photos three weeks ago. She would have loved it. As sorrowful as I am I hold out hope for my heavenly home where beauty far exceeds anything we know here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVYpoJoOYZQ/TlRuGfD9tfI/AAAAAAAAJ5Y/FALH81LMtwA/s1600/Jessica+in+creek+near+dam+by+Victoria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mVYpoJoOYZQ/TlRuGfD9tfI/AAAAAAAAJ5Y/FALH81LMtwA/s400/Jessica+in+creek+near+dam+by+Victoria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come. 2nd Corinthians 5:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8992219359294082799?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8992219359294082799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8992219359294082799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8992219359294082799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8992219359294082799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/listen-to-your-heart.html' title='Listen to Your Heart'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JSD6tWMjPlI/TlRsmq_KBwI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/YsCX2ogEdoA/s72-c/a+memory+chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4471689695200602627</id><published>2011-08-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:00:09.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viZpw5b1Vv4/TlL94BUWdEI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/QXWHGqU0Ud4/s1600/Bracelet" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viZpw5b1Vv4/TlL94BUWdEI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/QXWHGqU0Ud4/s400/Bracelet" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diamonds are becoming my best friend. Actually, not&amp;nbsp;the kind&amp;nbsp;you are thinking of. These diamonds are brilliant are fun to own, but I only have one of these true diamonds,&amp;nbsp; it's on my left ring finger. Don't need more, don't want more. The kind of diamonds I am seeking are &amp;nbsp;found in decor stores like those below. Yep,&amp;nbsp;I've got my eyes on those, but this was discovered slowly. I have had a crippling fear of decorating&amp;nbsp;most of my life. But, little by little I am venturing out to buy one or two items to bring me out of my shell. I've discovered a pattern; I like diamonds. I like them a lot, but didn't realize it. I knew I liked chickens, but was unaware that I had a thing for diamonds too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MG56g3_QBLs/TlMmvmtrdiI/AAAAAAAAJ4c/4QllmX9GzbM/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+tray+distant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MG56g3_QBLs/TlMmvmtrdiI/AAAAAAAAJ4c/4QllmX9GzbM/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+tray+distant.jpg" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this pretty tray at T.J. Max. Fearing rejection and afraid I'd made a mistake, I boldly hung it on the wall, and nothing bad happened. I hung a wreath over it and slid a table under it, and it looked pretty good. In fact I smile when I pass by this vignette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgbQtdcm7rE/TlMm2OVEY7I/AAAAAAAAJ4g/4rwKH-Mnj5Q/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+tray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgbQtdcm7rE/TlMm2OVEY7I/AAAAAAAAJ4g/4rwKH-Mnj5Q/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+tray.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has diamonds woven throught the pattern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_6n7YUT5Jw/TlMm8OKPdiI/AAAAAAAAJ4k/P8JD-hrHWtQ/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+red+candle+holder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_6n7YUT5Jw/TlMm8OKPdiI/AAAAAAAAJ4k/P8JD-hrHWtQ/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+red+candle+holder.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fearing I wasted money I still put this candle holder on the shelf with my beloved chicken. I liked it and later noticed it had diamonds on the red glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7Z9JCWWdpE/TlMpkIbq8vI/AAAAAAAAJ48/m02ynIqJSTY/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+bench.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D7Z9JCWWdpE/TlMpkIbq8vI/AAAAAAAAJ48/m02ynIqJSTY/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+bench.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of my favorite garden benches and here are the diamonds again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OUGoYW1AG-o/TlMnOvTB9JI/AAAAAAAAJ4o/ar8WKKsw9j8/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+chicken+rug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OUGoYW1AG-o/TlMnOvTB9JI/AAAAAAAAJ4o/ar8WKKsw9j8/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+chicken+rug.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I loved this rug for the chickens on it and realized it too had diamonds. "Duh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9jw3sxF1Ug/TlMnSN9WC9I/AAAAAAAAJ4s/SlQRCtJvWRE/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+chicken+feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9jw3sxF1Ug/TlMnSN9WC9I/AAAAAAAAJ4s/SlQRCtJvWRE/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+chicken+feet.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My, oh so dear, &amp;nbsp;favorite chicken has diamonds near his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kO46_T8ZCTI/TlMnYHqjaEI/AAAAAAAAJ40/ChCL1jZ-TuU/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kO46_T8ZCTI/TlMnYHqjaEI/AAAAAAAAJ40/ChCL1jZ-TuU/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+window.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am drawn to this window and take many of my photos near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDLOPXHcggs/TlMn6djICtI/AAAAAAAAJ44/adWgWcqskZo/s1600/my+decorating+diamonds+apple+container.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bDLOPXHcggs/TlMn6djICtI/AAAAAAAAJ44/adWgWcqskZo/s400/my+decorating+diamonds+apple+container.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bought this planter&amp;nbsp;and didn't even notice the diamonds until later. I just knew I loved it. How come I'm so thick and didn't realize this at first? Silly me. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;know I'm becoming braver with my decorating, step by step. I'm happy to report that the fear is dwindling and the joy of decorating is taking its place. I think it is because I've&amp;nbsp;started buying the things I truly like. Also, a tip for those who share my ailment, become fearless. The walls will not fall down just because you hung a picture. With each successful attempt,&amp;nbsp;creativity blossoms. &amp;nbsp;I will be sharing&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;of my hand at decorating in future posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...in the court of the garden of the king’s palace. There were white and blue linen curtains fastened with cords of fine linen and purple on silver rods and marble pillars; and the couches were of gold and silver on a mosaic pavement of alabaster, turquoise, and white and black marble." Esther 1:6-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4471689695200602627?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4471689695200602627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4471689695200602627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4471689695200602627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4471689695200602627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/diamonds-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='Diamonds Are A Girl&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viZpw5b1Vv4/TlL94BUWdEI/AAAAAAAAJ4Y/QXWHGqU0Ud4/s72-c/Bracelet' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-6411424572902960664</id><published>2011-08-22T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:44:00.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>I Had a Julie &amp; Julia Party at My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq_YrxhTuXY/TlGGTqHJwjI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/uv2Jce7Hj74/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq_YrxhTuXY/TlGGTqHJwjI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/uv2Jce7Hj74/s400/Julie+Julia+party+movie.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanted to get to know my neighbor Mariann. I decided to invite her and her two daughters over for a party, which I called "A Julie&amp;nbsp;and Julia Party." Mariann's two daughters had not seen the film yet, so it was especially enjoyable for me arranging this. The plan was to cook a meal together using Julia Child cookbooks and then watch the movie together. Sounds like fun huh?&amp;nbsp;We had a festive evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhlwT0hyYps/TlF5V2_puFI/AAAAAAAAJ3Q/676omH4Y-Ro/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+A+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhlwT0hyYps/TlF5V2_puFI/AAAAAAAAJ3Q/676omH4Y-Ro/s640/Julie+Julia+party+A+1.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My daughter Victoria, skillfully made the brochette, however, she did slice her finger in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42fafG6aRRg/TlF5ZcNm2fI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/DYVdxPxccFk/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42fafG6aRRg/TlF5ZcNm2fI/AAAAAAAAJ3U/DYVdxPxccFk/s400/Julie+Julia+party+4.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We toasted with our sparkling cider before we began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0_4b2x2UZQ/TlGGZbehGmI/AAAAAAAAJ4I/gss-5Gdbr3I/s1600/Julie+julia+party+books+old+and+new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0_4b2x2UZQ/TlGGZbehGmI/AAAAAAAAJ4I/gss-5Gdbr3I/s400/Julie+julia+party+books+old+and+new.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We used her old and new cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1LdvCb3NCU/TlGGc86ysJI/AAAAAAAAJ4M/8W0C_B3VZV4/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+books+vegetables.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1LdvCb3NCU/TlGGc86ysJI/AAAAAAAAJ4M/8W0C_B3VZV4/s400/Julie+Julia+party+books+vegetables.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_YZQ2ovqWU/TlGGf7yt5YI/AAAAAAAAJ4Q/kL1NBd0K-Cg/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+recipe+eggplant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_YZQ2ovqWU/TlGGf7yt5YI/AAAAAAAAJ4Q/kL1NBd0K-Cg/s400/Julie+Julia+party+recipe+eggplant.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I have eggplant growing in my garden, we decided to try something new and different. I believe in experimenting. So Mariann's daughter, Charlee, took on this recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93IGNytxKnA/TlF5h20d2yI/AAAAAAAAJ3Y/PAJ_rKaeJkY/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-93IGNytxKnA/TlF5h20d2yI/AAAAAAAAJ3Y/PAJ_rKaeJkY/s400/Julie+Julia+party+6.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our eggplant was tiny, but Charlee did a&amp;nbsp;first-class job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa-rsvoZTiQ/TlF5sdzFU4I/AAAAAAAAJ3c/m5tjdeRAnOg/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+5+Charlee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa-rsvoZTiQ/TlF5sdzFU4I/AAAAAAAAJ3c/m5tjdeRAnOg/s400/Julie+Julia+party+5+Charlee.jpg" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlee is at our house spending the&amp;nbsp;night nearly every week this summer. We love having her, so it is especially nice to&amp;nbsp;include her mom and sister here tonight, getting acquainted with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HN6mIN-aS4E/TlF6WyJofsI/AAAAAAAAJ3g/dRQfwsaPf2w/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HN6mIN-aS4E/TlF6WyJofsI/AAAAAAAAJ3g/dRQfwsaPf2w/s640/Julie+Julia+party+3.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We really had&amp;nbsp;marvelous time together. I love doing things with my two daughters, Victoria and Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3cuDE_V9PA/TlF6gqeEd2I/AAAAAAAAJ3o/4MDGuihPiqU/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3cuDE_V9PA/TlF6gqeEd2I/AAAAAAAAJ3o/4MDGuihPiqU/s400/Julie+Julia+party+1.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mariann and Lindsey made the fried&amp;nbsp;zucchini using the Cuisinart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMzIxMp_sM/TlF6lMiUHSI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/tJzMyoqNvRQ/s1600/Julie+Julia+Party+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMzIxMp_sM/TlF6lMiUHSI/AAAAAAAAJ3s/tJzMyoqNvRQ/s400/Julie+Julia+Party+2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mariann and her two daughters, Lindsey and Charlee are so cute together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPjtHoCpxXk/TlF6b7mm2nI/AAAAAAAAJ3k/vrWIZvgrobY/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+7+Marianne+and+Lindsey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPjtHoCpxXk/TlF6b7mm2nI/AAAAAAAAJ3k/vrWIZvgrobY/s400/Julie+Julia+party+7+Marianne+and+Lindsey.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Bon appetite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0Wg80Ebf0/TlF6vrBtPrI/AAAAAAAAJ30/gW9yJWSjbKc/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+9+fried+zuke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_F0Wg80Ebf0/TlF6vrBtPrI/AAAAAAAAJ30/gW9yJWSjbKc/s400/Julie+Julia+party+9+fried+zuke.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fried zucchini looks good and tastes great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kI_xMaa1pyU/TlF6rS87YVI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/jHkQKIgRgn0/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+8+eating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kI_xMaa1pyU/TlF6rS87YVI/AAAAAAAAJ3w/jHkQKIgRgn0/s400/Julie+Julia+party+8+eating.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was such a&amp;nbsp;pleasant evening, we ate outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeeCjntPBA0/TlF60evvufI/AAAAAAAAJ34/W5c6jntNL0M/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+10+bread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeeCjntPBA0/TlF60evvufI/AAAAAAAAJ34/W5c6jntNL0M/s400/Julie+Julia+party+10+bread.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yum! Oh, I made a simple chicken pasta for the main course, seen in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjzvBS2SU90/TlF63pMDbBI/AAAAAAAAJ38/2P3x24lTD1s/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+11+J+and+dessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kjzvBS2SU90/TlF63pMDbBI/AAAAAAAAJ38/2P3x24lTD1s/s400/Julie+Julia+party+11+J+and+dessert.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica made the chocolate cake for dessert. It was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_rU-0VkB3o/TlF6795LM6I/AAAAAAAAJ4A/NhtsVcLQgXQ/s1600/Julie+Julia+party+12+J+chocolate+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_rU-0VkB3o/TlF6795LM6I/AAAAAAAAJ4A/NhtsVcLQgXQ/s400/Julie+Julia+party+12+J+chocolate+cake.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like I'm beginning to know my new friend Mariann much better. We enjoyed the cooking, eating and watching the film so much, we think we will do this monthly. We have rules: The movie must be upbeat and happy! We also will incorporate a theme around cooking&amp;nbsp;with each one. They have not seen "Ma Ma Mia." Mmmm, maybe we'll do that one and make Greek food. The possibilities are endless. I know I am not the only one who's thought up this idea for a party, but if you yourself have not thought of this or considered doing it, I'd like to encourage you to. It's an enjoyable way to get to know someone better. &lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessings, Kathi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"...and on the fourteenth they rested and made it a day of feasting and joy." Esther 9:17b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-6411424572902960664?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/6411424572902960664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=6411424572902960664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6411424572902960664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/6411424572902960664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-had-julie-julia-party-at-my-house.html' title='I Had a Julie &amp; Julia Party at My House'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq_YrxhTuXY/TlGGTqHJwjI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/uv2Jce7Hj74/s72-c/Julie+Julia+party+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7653188547784910700</id><published>2011-08-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T09:33:23.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters and Cousins'/><title type='text'>A Visit to Kelli's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiIv6ffbdbg/TlEP-nt-FuI/AAAAAAAAJ24/bbnj0sjOnJc/s1600/Kelli+in+her+garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiIv6ffbdbg/TlEP-nt-FuI/AAAAAAAAJ24/bbnj0sjOnJc/s400/Kelli+in+her+garden.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my sister Kelli. She invited our kids to play in her pool with their cousins. She has a lovely garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMWmh0vYZXU/TlEQDNeaRsI/AAAAAAAAJ28/qFR_4YicM4E/s1600/Kellis+house+W+G+and+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMWmh0vYZXU/TlEQDNeaRsI/AAAAAAAAJ28/qFR_4YicM4E/s400/Kellis+house+W+G+and+H.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whitney is her oldest daughter, who is going back to college for the third year, very soon. Garrett and Harrison found some play swords to pretend fight with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exsXPyAj5_4/TlEQJeK1uII/AAAAAAAAJ3A/yCa7YOc3yII/s1600/Kellis+house+S+V+and+J.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-exsXPyAj5_4/TlEQJeK1uII/AAAAAAAAJ3A/yCa7YOc3yII/s400/Kellis+house+S+V+and+J.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Samuel, Victoria and Jessica are close enough in age that they really have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDXNSGwsTh0/TlEQODnhEaI/AAAAAAAAJ3E/ayzWUH96YZo/s1600/Kellis+house+K+and+K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDXNSGwsTh0/TlEQODnhEaI/AAAAAAAAJ3E/ayzWUH96YZo/s400/Kellis+house+K+and+K.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love visiting with my sister. I learn something new every time I see her. She showed me how to make lemon tea using herbs from her garden this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_lr_T4oG1Y/TlEQQstAfdI/AAAAAAAAJ3I/ukqq6_BifBA/s1600/Kellis+house+G.+on+swing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_lr_T4oG1Y/TlEQQstAfdI/AAAAAAAAJ3I/ukqq6_BifBA/s400/Kellis+house+G.+on+swing.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett likes the tire swing. He is missing his other cousin Joseph, who is away at Bible camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ct9Zf6amBtE/TlEQSfuPNPI/AAAAAAAAJ3M/XWJF3h3xnSI/s1600/Kellis+house+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ct9Zf6amBtE/TlEQSfuPNPI/AAAAAAAAJ3M/XWJF3h3xnSI/s400/Kellis+house+food.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kelli made a really good taco dinner.&amp;nbsp; I love my sister, and I am so blessed to have her.&amp;nbsp; I don't get to see her as often as I'd like to.&amp;nbsp; I hope you all have a blessed Lord's Day! &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kathi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.” Joshua 24:15 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7653188547784910700?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7653188547784910700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7653188547784910700&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7653188547784910700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7653188547784910700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/visit-to-kellis-house.html' title='A Visit to Kelli&apos;s House'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiIv6ffbdbg/TlEP-nt-FuI/AAAAAAAAJ24/bbnj0sjOnJc/s72-c/Kelli+in+her+garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8952890717858856003</id><published>2011-08-20T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T06:25:28.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>The Goal Is Not to Look Taller...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCya6-1f6YI/Tk-xAryWyoI/AAAAAAAAJ2w/wsOShPnApEA/s1600/Kathi+top+is+too+long.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCya6-1f6YI/Tk-xAryWyoI/AAAAAAAAJ2w/wsOShPnApEA/s400/Kathi+top+is+too+long.jpg" width="343px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm only 5'2". Nothing will make me look taller, and that is truly not the goal. When I buy a summer top like this one in my size, eight out of ten times it is too long, which emphasizes my shortness and makes me appear squaty. It essentially does nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tb6AFc-C7Q/Tk-xCOood2I/AAAAAAAAJ20/K08kMNqaTsk/s1600/Kathi+top+is+better+proportioned.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tb6AFc-C7Q/Tk-xCOood2I/AAAAAAAAJ20/K08kMNqaTsk/s400/Kathi+top+is+better+proportioned.jpg" width="316px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I cut 2 to 4 inches off the hem, and voila'! Now I'm better proportioned. This satisfies me. This is the goal. If you are short like me try this and don't be afraid to buy something because it is too long. Alter it and make it your own. I have more posts coming&amp;nbsp;on this with before and after shots of some clothes I've altered. Have a great weekend ladies. "And a certain woman named Lydia, a seller of purple of the city of Thyatira, one that worshipped God, heard us: whose heart the Lord opened to give heed unto the things which were spoken by Paul." Acts 16:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8952890717858856003?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8952890717858856003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8952890717858856003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8952890717858856003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8952890717858856003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/goal-is-not-to-look-taller.html' title='The Goal Is Not to Look Taller...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCya6-1f6YI/Tk-xAryWyoI/AAAAAAAAJ2w/wsOShPnApEA/s72-c/Kathi+top+is+too+long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2339436455557011535</id><published>2011-08-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:00:00.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>I Don't Want Summer to End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6e9H3d-Dd0/Tk3kOrd-HjI/AAAAAAAAJ18/ufV4Cu1NE9c/s1600/hay+ride+with+Charlee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6e9H3d-Dd0/Tk3kOrd-HjI/AAAAAAAAJ18/ufV4Cu1NE9c/s400/hay+ride+with+Charlee.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have had one of the best summers ever. Every day it seems we are outside either weeding, harvesting&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;watering. We always leave plenty of time for play too. In this photo, my husband took the kids and neighbor girl&amp;nbsp;Charlee on a hay ride. We thoroughly enjoyed each day this summer. I'm trying not to be sad that it's nearly over. I'm trying to get excited for fall, but I'm sorta dreading it. I don't want everyone to be gone and for the weather to be cold and wet again. I guess I want one more whole month of summer.&amp;nbsp; I want the screen door slamming and the kids' music playing out on the drive-way. I will try to accept fall and get happy about it. I will do my best. I know there are special joys coming my way, it's hard to give up paradise, which is what Oregon is in summer. "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens..." Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2339436455557011535?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2339436455557011535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2339436455557011535&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2339436455557011535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2339436455557011535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-want-summer-to-end.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want Summer to End'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6e9H3d-Dd0/Tk3kOrd-HjI/AAAAAAAAJ18/ufV4Cu1NE9c/s72-c/hay+ride+with+Charlee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2851749341362062251</id><published>2011-08-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:32:19.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>Day Two of Hauling Hay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aURZmlXA_0/TkaP_YqdUNI/AAAAAAAAJy8/Eh1oIqKw7h0/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day+v+and+g+trailer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aURZmlXA_0/TkaP_YqdUNI/AAAAAAAAJy8/Eh1oIqKw7h0/s400/a+hay+hauling+day+v+and+g+trailer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria is feeling better this afternoon, so she got up and wanted to help haul hay. We told her to take it easy and just take photos of everyone until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdnZfpthYE8/TkyIiHYMXhI/AAAAAAAAJ0s/QIg6gliyL2I/s1600/a+hay+day+J+smiling+tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdnZfpthYE8/TkyIiHYMXhI/AAAAAAAAJ0s/QIg6gliyL2I/s400/a+hay+day+J+smiling+tractor.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She took some pictures for me like this one of Jessica on the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UuQcOaPa2s/TkyIoFtI2NI/AAAAAAAAJ0w/74ApiEpp-ow/s1600/a+hay+day+K+and+S+tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--UuQcOaPa2s/TkyIoFtI2NI/AAAAAAAAJ0w/74ApiEpp-ow/s320/a+hay+day+K+and+S+tractor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Stacey and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C80Fihy-qQ/TkyG_k_HsQI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/ZdQPIo1k6CY/s1600/Hay+trucks+loaded.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1C80Fihy-qQ/TkyG_k_HsQI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/ZdQPIo1k6CY/s400/Hay+trucks+loaded.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next morning we had all of this hay to unload. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZU9gFuOsMM/TkyHIOXRuVI/AAAAAAAAJ0g/EEmQ6Lyf7qM/s1600/a+day+for+hay+caravan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZU9gFuOsMM/TkyHIOXRuVI/AAAAAAAAJ0g/EEmQ6Lyf7qM/s400/a+day+for+hay+caravan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every available vehicle and trailer was put to use; including the forks on the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpUWomR6Lhk/TkyHMeN53nI/AAAAAAAAJ0k/i5QyZAZ6X4g/s1600/a+hay+day+all+vehicles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpUWomR6Lhk/TkyHMeN53nI/AAAAAAAAJ0k/i5QyZAZ6X4g/s400/a+hay+day+all+vehicles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFwMppgP-v4/TkyHS6jULsI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/XkdSJuPD5U4/s1600/a+hay+day+Morning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFwMppgP-v4/TkyHS6jULsI/AAAAAAAAJ0o/XkdSJuPD5U4/s640/a+hay+day+Morning.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are this morning's workers: Harrison, Stacey, Victoria and Garrett. Jessica had to babysit our neighbor's little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AT2N_y2_IKE/TkyIx3PP7UI/AAAAAAAAJ00/HbFBM6F1liQ/s1600/a+hay+day+tractor+and+trailer+front+of+barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AT2N_y2_IKE/TkyIx3PP7UI/AAAAAAAAJ00/HbFBM6F1liQ/s400/a+hay+day+tractor+and+trailer+front+of+barn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6207y5RYLjY/TkyI4RlP_4I/AAAAAAAAJ04/SoTsamM1W2s/s1600/a+hay+day+loft+V+and+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6207y5RYLjY/TkyI4RlP_4I/AAAAAAAAJ04/SoTsamM1W2s/s400/a+hay+day+loft+V+and+H.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria doing her fair share of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3oU6SIHXq4/TkyI-_SGrTI/AAAAAAAAJ08/r71KAtrYzXc/s1600/a+hay+day+inside+barn+G+loft+salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3oU6SIHXq4/TkyI-_SGrTI/AAAAAAAAJ08/r71KAtrYzXc/s400/a+hay+day+inside+barn+G+loft+salt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett salting the upper deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhCqr_0HtT4/TkyJCqXGHEI/AAAAAAAAJ1A/updwZAFLq1I/s1600/a+hay+day+inside+barn+Stacey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhCqr_0HtT4/TkyJCqXGHEI/AAAAAAAAJ1A/updwZAFLq1I/s400/a+hay+day+inside+barn+Stacey.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So glad for that hay elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jatRNvhfThQ/TkyJGgAU56I/AAAAAAAAJ1E/dXMrla0Q1Gk/s1600/a+hay+day+inside+barn+Stacey+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jatRNvhfThQ/TkyJGgAU56I/AAAAAAAAJ1E/dXMrla0Q1Gk/s400/a+hay+day+inside+barn+Stacey+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLkX8MwE3LY/TkyJJwPzW4I/AAAAAAAAJ1I/CilHmWaBgyM/s1600/a+hay+day+Stacey+below+hay+ladder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLkX8MwE3LY/TkyJJwPzW4I/AAAAAAAAJ1I/CilHmWaBgyM/s400/a+hay+day+Stacey+below+hay+ladder.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-HTpdVnsyg/TkyJRlXGvJI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/eDMrO2ISGJ8/s1600/a+hay+day+inside+barn+H+and+V+loft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-HTpdVnsyg/TkyJRlXGvJI/AAAAAAAAJ1M/eDMrO2ISGJ8/s400/a+hay+day+inside+barn+H+and+V+loft.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYroReIoRhg/TkyLYob8LHI/AAAAAAAAJ1U/SvASOIGMuTw/s1600/a+hay+day+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PYroReIoRhg/TkyLYob8LHI/AAAAAAAAJ1U/SvASOIGMuTw/s400/a+hay+day+food.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lunch time for the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQBrKznp2AQ/TkyLvSDz_lI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/Zlu9KJcMXgc/s1600/a+hay+day+food+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MQBrKznp2AQ/TkyLvSDz_lI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/Zlu9KJcMXgc/s400/a+hay+day+food+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GMSNbv5MBo/TkyLxzS1UYI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/aWaOKCT5Flo/s1600/a+hay+day+Victoria+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GMSNbv5MBo/TkyLxzS1UYI/AAAAAAAAJ1c/aWaOKCT5Flo/s400/a+hay+day+Victoria+food.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Victoria likes her lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HI-AIE5ApOw/TkyL1mgcs-I/AAAAAAAAJ1g/EpWbfUSKP-M/s1600/a+hay+day+food+4+V+and+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HI-AIE5ApOw/TkyL1mgcs-I/AAAAAAAAJ1g/EpWbfUSKP-M/s400/a+hay+day+food+4+V+and+H.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCWbHexHzbQ/TkyJVLGg5-I/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/8X55Net4FeE/s1600/a+hay+day+loft+full+of+hay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCWbHexHzbQ/TkyJVLGg5-I/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/8X55Net4FeE/s400/a+hay+day+loft+full+of+hay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The barn in nearly full of hay. We only have a small amount left to stack for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQqNqSkSRnA/TkyOzmtuVzI/AAAAAAAAJ10/_gBAwJynJVU/s1600/a+hay+day+V+and+Mom+firepit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQqNqSkSRnA/TkyOzmtuVzI/AAAAAAAAJ10/_gBAwJynJVU/s400/a+hay+day+V+and+Mom+firepit.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mostly done. Quiting time and time for fun around the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maZkwK9PCP0/TkyMTh1lb-I/AAAAAAAAJ1k/EKYUV3memeI/s1600/a+hay+day+fire+pit+Garrett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maZkwK9PCP0/TkyMTh1lb-I/AAAAAAAAJ1k/EKYUV3memeI/s400/a+hay+day+fire+pit+Garrett.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYtNVqCwI_E/TkyQG_q-3gI/AAAAAAAAJ14/CT2i4B2htfc/s1600/a+hay+day+fire+pit+Norm2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYtNVqCwI_E/TkyQG_q-3gI/AAAAAAAAJ14/CT2i4B2htfc/s400/a+hay+day+fire+pit+Norm2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our neighbor Norm dropped in to visit with us. Harrison drives a combine for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FONDY3PnwJw/TkyMZw2z0hI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/_iW3c6bkOEo/s1600/a+hay+day+firepit+V+and+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FONDY3PnwJw/TkyMZw2z0hI/AAAAAAAAJ1o/_iW3c6bkOEo/s400/a+hay+day+firepit+V+and+H.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love to see my children being good friends with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWHCulIfIW8/TkyMm920gUI/AAAAAAAAJ1w/MFKUUKMGGCM/s1600/a+hay+day+fire+pit+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWHCulIfIW8/TkyMm920gUI/AAAAAAAAJ1w/MFKUUKMGGCM/s400/a+hay+day+fire+pit+girls.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are so blessed to have all of this good hay for winter and to have healthy bodies to do the work ourselves. We thank God that no one got hurt and everything went smoothly. Another added blessing was that it did not rain, so the hay did not get ruined. "May God give you heaven’s dew and earth’s richness— an abundance of grain and new wine." Genesis 27:28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2851749341362062251?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2851749341362062251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2851749341362062251&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2851749341362062251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2851749341362062251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/hauling-hay.html' title='Day Two of Hauling Hay'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aURZmlXA_0/TkaP_YqdUNI/AAAAAAAAJy8/Eh1oIqKw7h0/s72-c/a+hay+hauling+day+v+and+g+trailer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7477294504531821550</id><published>2011-08-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:14:07.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>What the Hay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCWXcK_YPRc/TkusEf2GMLI/AAAAAAAAJzU/UNqGZcGS7JQ/s1600/baled+hay+Garrett.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCWXcK_YPRc/TkusEf2GMLI/AAAAAAAAJzU/UNqGZcGS7JQ/s400/baled+hay+Garrett.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's the day we haul the hay and stack it in the barn. Garrett's pretty excited.&amp;nbsp; My husband did not hire helpers this time, instead he paid our own kids and they did a great job. We are so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQuMlZlKjJw/TkusKP-hpTI/AAAAAAAAJzY/VJ2BOdrbeaQ/s1600/Baling+hay+stacey+tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQuMlZlKjJw/TkusKP-hpTI/AAAAAAAAJzY/VJ2BOdrbeaQ/s400/Baling+hay+stacey+tractor.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My husband Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4ViM7IeD-0/TkusvHr4q5I/AAAAAAAAJzc/yrIEI_KtPAE/s1600/Hay+Harrison+carry+bale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4ViM7IeD-0/TkusvHr4q5I/AAAAAAAAJzc/yrIEI_KtPAE/s640/Hay+Harrison+carry+bale.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harrison worked really hard and shared the heavy lifting with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPpuWUrlf7c/Tkuu8YuDCwI/AAAAAAAAJzg/psmL6cKR_4U/s1600/Hay+H+on+trailer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPpuWUrlf7c/Tkuu8YuDCwI/AAAAAAAAJzg/psmL6cKR_4U/s400/Hay+H+on+trailer.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wze5gzg6Ts/TkuvAqcRHKI/AAAAAAAAJzk/AWURlq6GXhc/s1600/Hay+G+Dad+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wze5gzg6Ts/TkuvAqcRHKI/AAAAAAAAJzk/AWURlq6GXhc/s400/Hay+G+Dad+H.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1nWWP2p-Jk/TkuvD5zP43I/AAAAAAAAJzo/5DTVZpc7a2c/s1600/Hay+stacey+with+bale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1nWWP2p-Jk/TkuvD5zP43I/AAAAAAAAJzo/5DTVZpc7a2c/s400/Hay+stacey+with+bale.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vC2OGotfaI/TkuvIKgPpoI/AAAAAAAAJzs/NWrLFt_3JrI/s1600/a+hay+day+Jessica+driving+tractor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_vC2OGotfaI/TkuvIKgPpoI/AAAAAAAAJzs/NWrLFt_3JrI/s640/a+hay+day+Jessica+driving+tractor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica did most of the driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHFScnoSYj4/TkuvMYsPIxI/AAAAAAAAJzw/BezrfOmh3qM/s1600/a+hay+day+S+G+and+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHFScnoSYj4/TkuvMYsPIxI/AAAAAAAAJzw/BezrfOmh3qM/s400/a+hay+day+S+G+and+H.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyX8VVMVx38/Tku52GxUwTI/AAAAAAAAJz4/sQ0MNFCH6pk/s1600/a+hay+day+J+in+barn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyX8VVMVx38/Tku52GxUwTI/AAAAAAAAJz4/sQ0MNFCH6pk/s400/a+hay+day+J+in+barn.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APhhYxNIegg/Tku56qVkC_I/AAAAAAAAJz8/7ZPHRoyOMWE/s1600/a+hay+day+field+of+hay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APhhYxNIegg/Tku56qVkC_I/AAAAAAAAJz8/7ZPHRoyOMWE/s400/a+hay+day+field+of+hay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe the final count was 647 bales of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFdyx73zsok/TkvA66sKVkI/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/-6xWzenqqq8/s1600/Jessica+driving+truck+for+hay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFdyx73zsok/TkvA66sKVkI/AAAAAAAAJ0Y/-6xWzenqqq8/s400/Jessica+driving+truck+for+hay.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone took turns driving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSSjrXCR19g/Tku582iIAfI/AAAAAAAAJ0A/hW_id7oHLqM/s1600/a+hay+day+G+driving+truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSSjrXCR19g/Tku582iIAfI/AAAAAAAAJ0A/hW_id7oHLqM/s400/a+hay+day+G+driving+truck.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even Garrett drove when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCVLLefJAF4/Tku8kNY0qBI/AAAAAAAAJ0I/LS_hbH9rdv8/s1600/a+hay+day+kathi+and+water+pitcher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCVLLefJAF4/Tku8kNY0qBI/AAAAAAAAJ0I/LS_hbH9rdv8/s400/a+hay+day+kathi+and+water+pitcher.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I kept the water coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzOo-D7_Zdo/Tku8pYGrC_I/AAAAAAAAJ0M/xKXkQDb2ZrA/s1600/a+hay+day+check+tire+pressure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzOo-D7_Zdo/Tku8pYGrC_I/AAAAAAAAJ0M/xKXkQDb2ZrA/s400/a+hay+day+check+tire+pressure.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stacey checking the tire pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfPNPBduR8M/Tku6BR75iUI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/RG1xbiKAx2E/s1600/a+hay+truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfPNPBduR8M/Tku6BR75iUI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/RG1xbiKAx2E/s400/a+hay+truck.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRnUoBug2ms/TkaN22Fif_I/AAAAAAAAJyc/IplMMOMAykY/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRnUoBug2ms/TkaN22Fif_I/AAAAAAAAJyc/IplMMOMAykY/s400/a+hay+hauling+day.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's fun to work together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Rl5VUOVCO8/TkaN5Ps29ZI/AAAAAAAAJyg/3QPEa4qHJ6k/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Rl5VUOVCO8/TkaN5Ps29ZI/AAAAAAAAJyg/3QPEa4qHJ6k/s400/a+hay+hauling+day+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZu5j8Dx28/TkaN-B0k9QI/AAAAAAAAJyk/lYPJkixCzHI/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuZu5j8Dx28/TkaN-B0k9QI/AAAAAAAAJyk/lYPJkixCzHI/s400/a+hay+hauling+day+3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGinjFsz8IQ/TkaOAHQlBeI/AAAAAAAAJyo/VxQ-n-DxW7Y/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day+4+G+salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGinjFsz8IQ/TkaOAHQlBeI/AAAAAAAAJyo/VxQ-n-DxW7Y/s400/a+hay+hauling+day+4+G+salt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's important to salt the bales to dry excess moisture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnIYKajYD14/TkaOCiy76YI/AAAAAAAAJys/jsn4awKr-A0/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day+5+J+and+h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnIYKajYD14/TkaOCiy76YI/AAAAAAAAJys/jsn4awKr-A0/s400/a+hay+hauling+day+5+J+and+h.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jessica did her share of heavy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrA1ad76yfM/TkaOENaxEgI/AAAAAAAAJyw/ctM0BSUFP2o/s1600/a+hay+hauling+day+6+h+and+j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JrA1ad76yfM/TkaOENaxEgI/AAAAAAAAJyw/ctM0BSUFP2o/s400/a+hay+hauling+day+6+h+and+j.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We borrowed our neighbor's hay elevator, which was a tremendous help not only for getting the bales in, but also up to the loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STxP_jbniRE/TkaP53wDLnI/AAAAAAAAJy0/0fbmYG5sYYw/s1600/a+hay+hauling+and+baling+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-STxP_jbniRE/TkaP53wDLnI/AAAAAAAAJy0/0fbmYG5sYYw/s400/a+hay+hauling+and+baling+day.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You may be wondering where our other daughter Victoria has been on day one of hauling hay. She had suddenly come down with a fever and chills, with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4KnpUT40sg/Tku__mMsRUI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/Aa3CdbO1UPE/s1600/a+hay+day+v+asleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4KnpUT40sg/Tku__mMsRUI/AAAAAAAAJ0U/Aa3CdbO1UPE/s400/a+hay+day+v+asleep.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"She slept most of the day, but was all well and ready to help us the next day. I&amp;nbsp;am so thankful to the Lord for our healthy bodies and the strength He provides us. &amp;nbsp;I will show more photos tomorrow. “The LORD is my strength and my defense ; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise him, my father’s God, and I will exalt him."Exodus 15:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7477294504531821550?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7477294504531821550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7477294504531821550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7477294504531821550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7477294504531821550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-hay.html' title='What the Hay...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCWXcK_YPRc/TkusEf2GMLI/AAAAAAAAJzU/UNqGZcGS7JQ/s72-c/baled+hay+Garrett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1763854214865490617</id><published>2011-08-16T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:05:55.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>Time to Bale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFX34Y6Dd3s/TkqEYUS5zuI/AAAAAAAAJzM/tSKiPyURN7w/s1600/Hay+checking+to+see+if+it+is+dry+enough.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFX34Y6Dd3s/TkqEYUS5zuI/AAAAAAAAJzM/tSKiPyURN7w/s400/Hay+checking+to+see+if+it+is+dry+enough.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had enough rain to make good hay this year. My husband Stacey and the kids checked the hay to see if it was ready to bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kbYO_FrNw8/TkqGYj-qtbI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/9SW2QNXAgcM/s1600/IMG_0333+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5kbYO_FrNw8/TkqGYj-qtbI/AAAAAAAAJzQ/9SW2QNXAgcM/s400/IMG_0333+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems ready. When our neighbor Millard, comes to bale he will know for sure. I will be sharing with you are three days of baling hay this week. Enjoy your day. Kathi&lt;br /&gt;"She said, ‘Please let me glean and gather among the sheaves behind the harvesters.’ She came into the field and has remained here from morning till now, except for a short rest in the shelter.”&lt;br /&gt;Ruth 2:6-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1763854214865490617?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1763854214865490617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1763854214865490617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1763854214865490617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1763854214865490617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-to-bale.html' title='Time to Bale'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xFX34Y6Dd3s/TkqEYUS5zuI/AAAAAAAAJzM/tSKiPyURN7w/s72-c/Hay+checking+to+see+if+it+is+dry+enough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3660382969818223012</id><published>2011-08-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:52:45.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sun Chair'/><title type='text'>A Little Girl's Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxm18WqQk2o/TklOq-HKLJI/AAAAAAAAJzA/lxozRZixwn8/s1600/summer+lawn+chairs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxm18WqQk2o/TklOq-HKLJI/AAAAAAAAJzA/lxozRZixwn8/s400/summer+lawn+chairs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I was a little girl I happened upon my neighbor ladies sunning themselves, visiting, eating snacks and drinking pop. They looked so pretty and were having so much fun. I said to myself, "I wish I could do that. I will do that when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0CVSUwMdgf0/TklP2IF8QOI/AAAAAAAAJzI/nBSLQYniT8M/s1600/Sharon+and+Kathi+after+the+tea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0CVSUwMdgf0/TklP2IF8QOI/AAAAAAAAJzI/nBSLQYniT8M/s400/Sharon+and+Kathi+after+the+tea.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, I did! Here I am doing the exact thing I stated as a child. My sister Sharon and me eating snacks and drinking pop outside in&amp;nbsp;sun chairs. Thanks&amp;nbsp;Mrs. Nelson and Mrs. Shortledge for the idea. It's like the saying goes, "We think it; we do it." "The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow his precepts have good understanding. To him belongs eternal praise." Psalm 111:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3660382969818223012?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3660382969818223012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3660382969818223012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3660382969818223012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3660382969818223012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/think-it-we-do-it.html' title='A Little Girl&apos;s Wish'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxm18WqQk2o/TklOq-HKLJI/AAAAAAAAJzA/lxozRZixwn8/s72-c/summer+lawn+chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-2873529023596565786</id><published>2011-08-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:21:29.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Training Children'/><title type='text'>I'm So Thankful For My Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMzqc0jBlk/TkXscrcgquI/AAAAAAAAJyU/PEIhlFzgru4/s1600/Garrett+vacuuming+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMzqc0jBlk/TkXscrcgquI/AAAAAAAAJyU/PEIhlFzgru4/s400/Garrett+vacuuming+car.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett has become one of our best helpers in the family. Lately I will ask him to do a job and before I give the instructions he's half way through the job. I love my little boy and all of my children. I'm so thankful for each one. They are all such blessings. "As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;" Psalm 103:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-2873529023596565786?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/2873529023596565786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=2873529023596565786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2873529023596565786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/2873529023596565786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-so-thankful-for-my-little-helper.html' title='I&apos;m So Thankful For My Little Helper'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bmMzqc0jBlk/TkXscrcgquI/AAAAAAAAJyU/PEIhlFzgru4/s72-c/Garrett+vacuuming+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1189720966468622966</id><published>2011-08-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:00:06.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrate'/><title type='text'>I'm Behind In My Posting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0JpZIyVa7A/TkSBf7tPYaI/AAAAAAAAJx8/pYuRoA0s-7k/s1600/fourth+of+july.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0JpZIyVa7A/TkSBf7tPYaI/AAAAAAAAJx8/pYuRoA0s-7k/s400/fourth+of+july.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello Dear Friends, I am behind in my posting, but I will keep adding pictures until I am caught up. Here are a few fun photos of 4th of July. These are my four children Harrison, Victoria, Jessica and Garrett, sitting on the bed of Harrison's truck. We took two vehicles in the parade. What fun!! My husband drove his 1950 Chevy with my Dad. Harrison, our son drove his classic pick-up with Nikki, his girlfriend, and the kids and me in back waving and throwing candy. We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYx3RF478D4/TkSBl573QRI/AAAAAAAAJyA/bRjRfOtCUZ4/s1600/fourth+of+July+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cYx3RF478D4/TkSBl573QRI/AAAAAAAAJyA/bRjRfOtCUZ4/s400/fourth+of+July+girls.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVjo2HaQkXI/TkSBrWbz-KI/AAAAAAAAJyE/FnsrojoWKZo/s1600/fourth+of+july+Mom+and+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVjo2HaQkXI/TkSBrWbz-KI/AAAAAAAAJyE/FnsrojoWKZo/s400/fourth+of+july+Mom+and+kids.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EZqD96mlng/TkSBvq9bd4I/AAAAAAAAJyI/XqPHVF-CWNI/s1600/fourth+of+July+all+with+Dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EZqD96mlng/TkSBvq9bd4I/AAAAAAAAJyI/XqPHVF-CWNI/s400/fourth+of+July+all+with+Dad.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-S2Mi3fhPE/TkSB33LK4BI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/-822B7vy1-A/s1600/fourth+of+July+Dad+and+Stacey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-S2Mi3fhPE/TkSB33LK4BI/AAAAAAAAJyQ/-822B7vy1-A/s400/fourth+of+July+Dad+and+Stacey.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dad enjoyed being with us and we loved having him. There were hundreds of people at the parade waving and smiling at all of us who were in the parade; talk about a boost of self confidence and encouragement. All we did was drive our old trucks through the parade, waving and throwing candy, and they praised us. I think I know how a king or queen may have felt in Biblical times. Note to self..."Don't let it go to your head. Do not get prideful." Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-042w8CMsyCk/TkSBz0_7IDI/AAAAAAAAJyM/TkKnqsOMcJM/s1600/fourth+of+july+H+and+N.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-042w8CMsyCk/TkSBz0_7IDI/AAAAAAAAJyM/TkKnqsOMcJM/s400/fourth+of+july+H+and+N.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lots of people shouted, "Love your bumper sticker," to our son as he drove. It said, "Hug a Farmer." Harrison was equipped with the loudest and coolest air horn and sirens, which he played for the crowd freely, and they loved. We are so thankful for the freedoms we have in the USA."&lt;br /&gt;He upholds the cause of the oppressed and gives food to the hungry. The LORD sets prisoners free," Psalm 146:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1189720966468622966?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1189720966468622966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1189720966468622966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1189720966468622966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1189720966468622966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-behind-in-my-posting.html' title='I&apos;m Behind In My Posting...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0JpZIyVa7A/TkSBf7tPYaI/AAAAAAAAJx8/pYuRoA0s-7k/s72-c/fourth+of+july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5282192528048454950</id><published>2011-08-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:13:15.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Protection'/><title type='text'>Get Rid Of This Fire Hazard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voI7zbdd_PE/TkNdOypq9YI/AAAAAAAAJx0/-W8nrv9P0w0/s1600/a+Torched+sleeping+bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voI7zbdd_PE/TkNdOypq9YI/AAAAAAAAJx0/-W8nrv9P0w0/s400/a+Torched+sleeping+bag.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two days ago I took some of our sleeping bags to the laundry mat. This brought to mind a scary memory for me. Five years ago we had some old sleeping bags around the house, which my children slept in on very cold nights&amp;nbsp;next to&amp;nbsp;the wood stove in our family room. It occurred to me that the sleeping bags had belonged to my grandparents and made before safer fire retardant fibers were invented for sleep ware and sleeping bags. These&amp;nbsp;sleeping bags must have been at least 40 years old. I took them out to our fire pit outside and through them in. They were torched in 30 seconds flat, and if a spark had flown out of our wood stove at night onto one of our sleeping children...well, I don't want to think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSf4l61qYco/TkNgo7B1FCI/AAAAAAAAJx4/lC6QHUR5uKY/s1600/a+Torched+sleeping+bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DSf4l61qYco/TkNgo7B1FCI/AAAAAAAAJx4/lC6QHUR5uKY/s400/a+Torched+sleeping+bag.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This knowledge&amp;nbsp;sent chills down my back. This is just a reminder to everyone, please get rid of old dusty things that could be a safety hazard for your family. It's just not worth it. I thank the Lord for showing me this, and keeping our family from harm. "In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety." Psalms 4:8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5282192528048454950?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5282192528048454950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5282192528048454950&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5282192528048454950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5282192528048454950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/get-rid-of-this-fire-hazard.html' title='Get Rid Of This Fire Hazard'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-voI7zbdd_PE/TkNdOypq9YI/AAAAAAAAJx0/-W8nrv9P0w0/s72-c/a+Torched+sleeping+bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3180943872955572030</id><published>2011-08-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:59:00.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>Cultivating Our Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbXR-lGjfac/TkKm8cUgeSI/AAAAAAAAJxU/KJTc-jM0dQw/s1600/Garrett+G.+Kathi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbXR-lGjfac/TkKm8cUgeSI/AAAAAAAAJxU/KJTc-jM0dQw/s400/Garrett+G.+Kathi.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good Morning! Today we will work all morning in our garden. Pulling weeds and harvesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh03eR8NjMI/TkKm-8i38NI/AAAAAAAAJxY/qZsRoYsMdCo/s1600/Garrett+Garden+kale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jh03eR8NjMI/TkKm-8i38NI/AAAAAAAAJxY/qZsRoYsMdCo/s400/Garrett+Garden+kale.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garrett has become a good little worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-vPJolH4M/TkKnBklh98I/AAAAAAAAJxc/fd0Vv5tnK1c/s1600/Garrett+G.+Shorty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gv-vPJolH4M/TkKnBklh98I/AAAAAAAAJxc/fd0Vv5tnK1c/s400/Garrett+G.+Shorty.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiTNqwp24V4/TkKo721fF0I/AAAAAAAAJxg/CHOZnsVJrXQ/s1600/Garrett+G.+all+three.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiTNqwp24V4/TkKo721fF0I/AAAAAAAAJxg/CHOZnsVJrXQ/s400/Garrett+G.+all+three.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Victoria, Jessica and Garrett do this most every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9EXQ4UzUDw/TkKo949gAFI/AAAAAAAAJxk/97GJLZvVJO8/s1600/Garrett+G.+cauliflower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9EXQ4UzUDw/TkKo949gAFI/AAAAAAAAJxk/97GJLZvVJO8/s400/Garrett+G.+cauliflower.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have cauliflower!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om4OyXkzdPM/TkKpQORBP6I/AAAAAAAAJxo/IrwSjSoOb9U/s1600/Garrett+G.+V+and+G.+potatoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-om4OyXkzdPM/TkKpQORBP6I/AAAAAAAAJxo/IrwSjSoOb9U/s400/Garrett+G.+V+and+G.+potatoes.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hhbp9yrKEU/TkKpTclUscI/AAAAAAAAJxs/1Z7meKr1FBE/s1600/Garrett+G.+peas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hhbp9yrKEU/TkKpTclUscI/AAAAAAAAJxs/1Z7meKr1FBE/s400/Garrett+G.+peas.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Peas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwpe6IBReaw/TkKpWaxvMQI/AAAAAAAAJxw/YCBk-II14CI/s1600/Garrett+G.+potatoes+dad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwpe6IBReaw/TkKpWaxvMQI/AAAAAAAAJxw/YCBk-II14CI/s400/Garrett+G.+potatoes+dad.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One morning early, while it was cool, Stacey showed the kids where he wanted them to work that day. This time it was digging potatoes.&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful day, Kathi "It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field." Genesis 3:18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3180943872955572030?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3180943872955572030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3180943872955572030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3180943872955572030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3180943872955572030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/cultivating-our-garden.html' title='Cultivating Our Garden'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbXR-lGjfac/TkKm8cUgeSI/AAAAAAAAJxU/KJTc-jM0dQw/s72-c/Garrett+G.+Kathi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1789475821891324167</id><published>2011-08-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T07:44:42.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>Who's That Behind Those Foster Grants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaJBN8oFnu8/TkFFVDm56BI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/8Zo3Xpopqx0/s1600/Kathi+appearing+to+be+cool+while+cleaning+chicken+waterer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaJBN8oFnu8/TkFFVDm56BI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/8Zo3Xpopqx0/s400/Kathi+appearing+to+be+cool+while+cleaning+chicken+waterer.jpg" width="266px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who's that behind those Foster Grants? Actually it 'tis me, Kathi, trying to be cool even while cleaning the chicken reservoir. All in the day and life&amp;nbsp;of a farm girl. Have a blessed day everyone. Kathi "Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near." Philippians 4:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1789475821891324167?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1789475821891324167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1789475821891324167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1789475821891324167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1789475821891324167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/whos-that-behind-those-foster-grants.html' title='Who&apos;s That Behind Those Foster Grants?'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GaJBN8oFnu8/TkFFVDm56BI/AAAAAAAAJxQ/8Zo3Xpopqx0/s72-c/Kathi+appearing+to+be+cool+while+cleaning+chicken+waterer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4482288906763887684</id><published>2011-08-08T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:22:15.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farm Life'/><title type='text'>Afternoon At the Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZfr8RC_sA/Tj_zJllSmlI/AAAAAAAAJv0/kjTxDQ37rLs/s1600/a+magazine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZfr8RC_sA/Tj_zJllSmlI/AAAAAAAAJv0/kjTxDQ37rLs/s400/a+magazine.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria, Garrett and I went swimming at our neighbor's creek the other day. It was a hot afternoon. Before we jumped off the rope swing we read some&lt;u&gt; At Home in Arkansas&lt;/u&gt; magazines, that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcxlIRTRw4o/Tj_zMBqLL6I/AAAAAAAAJv4/xi2YpB59L3M/s1600/a+magazine+v+and+k.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcxlIRTRw4o/Tj_zMBqLL6I/AAAAAAAAJv4/xi2YpB59L3M/s400/a+magazine+v+and+k.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6nLhee5p70/TkAKPN4iTdI/AAAAAAAAJwo/tBS4Zb4qMaQ/s1600/a+mag.+Liz+article.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6nLhee5p70/TkAKPN4iTdI/AAAAAAAAJwo/tBS4Zb4qMaQ/s400/a+mag.+Liz+article.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't part with these because the photos and articles are so good. Notice this one. If you look closely you will see it was written by our fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://mabelshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Liz Owen, of Mabel's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I had forgotten she wrote for this magazine and was so excited when I saw her name and remembered. After all, I got the magazine from a link off her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kodxid6Qh4/TkA3rT53qYI/AAAAAAAAJww/QS9YnIM47Ns/s1600/IMG_9989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kodxid6Qh4/TkA3rT53qYI/AAAAAAAAJww/QS9YnIM47Ns/s400/IMG_9989.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I showed my daughter. She loves this magazine too. Why is it that with blogging friends, I think they are not real, and when I meet one in person, I'm flabbergasted and excited? It's like they are larger than life. It's just like, at age six, seeing my first grade teacher at the store, and I think, wow she goes to the store too!!&amp;nbsp;That's how I felt when I saw Liz's name!! Wow, she's really real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q7M-o5CQxU/Tj_zklJfIiI/AAAAAAAAJwA/2Y4xy2qmC5w/s1600/Kathi+and+Garrett+bewildered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q7M-o5CQxU/Tj_zklJfIiI/AAAAAAAAJwA/2Y4xy2qmC5w/s400/Kathi+and+Garrett+bewildered.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I look a bit apprehensive, don't I? My son Garrett wants me to jump off the rope swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psSjsI7IJGc/Tj_zmxc0nPI/AAAAAAAAJwE/89MQXPnyFV4/s1600/a+magazine+trust+me+mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psSjsI7IJGc/Tj_zmxc0nPI/AAAAAAAAJwE/89MQXPnyFV4/s400/a+magazine+trust+me+mom.jpg" width="335px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Come on Mom, you can do it," he coaxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3G-uhnLiMY/Tj_ztklL3MI/AAAAAAAAJwI/2fJDek_erP0/s1600/a+magazine+k+jumping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e3G-uhnLiMY/Tj_ztklL3MI/AAAAAAAAJwI/2fJDek_erP0/s400/a+magazine+k+jumping.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, I become brave, and take the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I-fv35KWAk/Tj_zxi6hNLI/AAAAAAAAJwM/Lkl_sTTYUz8/s1600/a+magazine+K+and+G+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I-fv35KWAk/Tj_zxi6hNLI/AAAAAAAAJwM/Lkl_sTTYUz8/s640/a+magazine+K+and+G+water.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jPgRsqiT2c/Tj_z2UoKMzI/AAAAAAAAJwQ/GUSl5tGMMwI/s1600/a+magazine+k+and+g+water+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jPgRsqiT2c/Tj_z2UoKMzI/AAAAAAAAJwQ/GUSl5tGMMwI/s640/a+magazine+k+and+g+water+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is not the South. This is Oregon. The water is ice cold even when it is 90 degrees outside. There are no poisonous snakes, spiders, aligators or anything dangerous where we live. I appreciate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJM1tgPbrVk/Tj_1lAjZGaI/AAAAAAAAJwU/F1Jh3toE1xI/s1600/a+magazine+lily+pads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJM1tgPbrVk/Tj_1lAjZGaI/AAAAAAAAJwU/F1Jh3toE1xI/s400/a+magazine+lily+pads.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids find a marsh full of frogs and lily pads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpv9vZb_DU4/Tj_1m-XycuI/AAAAAAAAJwY/CM35L3PClLY/s1600/a+magazine+marsh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpv9vZb_DU4/Tj_1m-XycuI/AAAAAAAAJwY/CM35L3PClLY/s400/a+magazine+marsh.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There's a frog. Victoria will find it. She always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvSPHDSPG7o/Tj_1oUjSQbI/AAAAAAAAJwc/h_0fklkUWVk/s1600/a+magazome+frog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvSPHDSPG7o/Tj_1oUjSQbI/AAAAAAAAJwc/h_0fklkUWVk/s400/a+magazome+frog.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ_8DnJMSCU/Tj_2_suJ3gI/AAAAAAAAJwg/tkVI7z-RsBQ/s1600/a+mag+time+to+go+bikes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ_8DnJMSCU/Tj_2_suJ3gI/AAAAAAAAJwg/tkVI7z-RsBQ/s400/a+mag+time+to+go+bikes.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Time to go. What a fun way to spend a warm afternoon. Thanks for joining us. Come again. Kathi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"And the river shall bring forth frogs abundantly, which shall go up and come into thine house, and into thy bedchamber, and upon thy bed, and into the house of thy servants, and upon thy people, and into thine ovens, and into thy kneading troughs..." Exodus 8:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4482288906763887684?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4482288906763887684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4482288906763887684&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4482288906763887684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4482288906763887684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/afternoon-at-creek.html' title='Afternoon At the Creek'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AEZfr8RC_sA/Tj_zJllSmlI/AAAAAAAAJv0/kjTxDQ37rLs/s72-c/a+magazine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-8244907565413778369</id><published>2011-08-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:22:47.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A True Story:  And a Special Day With My Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WG-ZglnM1Lw/Tjt5KphJUZI/AAAAAAAAJu4/MIl8uXt3WN4/s1600/Mom+Special+day+restaurant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WG-ZglnM1Lw/Tjt5KphJUZI/AAAAAAAAJu4/MIl8uXt3WN4/s400/Mom+Special+day+restaurant.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my mother, Shirley. I had a very special day with her yesterday. First I took her to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSCK7Obn5Nk/Tjt5NZwPgjI/AAAAAAAAJu8/7B217wWKXHQ/s1600/Mom+Special+day+restaurant+K..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSCK7Obn5Nk/Tjt5NZwPgjI/AAAAAAAAJu8/7B217wWKXHQ/s400/Mom+Special+day+restaurant+K..jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She had fish and chips and I had chicken fried steak. I also had ice tea mixed with lemonade, which is called an Arnold Palmer.&amp;nbsp; As we talked I told Mom that I'd love to go on a trip down "memory lane." I wanted to visit the home she grew up in and other places, which I could see through her eyes. We did visit her home, but we took no photos, as it was so dilapidated we wanted to forget what we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJVhj1K_oQ4/Tjt5U3J0WzI/AAAAAAAAJvA/XqQKzozvFn4/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+Mom+in+car.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJVhj1K_oQ4/Tjt5U3J0WzI/AAAAAAAAJvA/XqQKzozvFn4/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+Mom+in+car.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a mysterious place I've always wondered about. This place is the burial site of my mom's mother who died when my mom was only four years old. The reason it is somewhat of a mystery is that in view of the circumstances my dear mother was not encouraged to speak of her mother's death or to visit her mother's grave. Her father was so broken hearted over the sudden death of his young bride that he did not talk of her. At the funeral my&amp;nbsp;darling mother, at the tender age of four, mentioned to a lady, "You have a coat like my mother's." The woman scowled at little Shirley and said, "Be quiet," in a harsh ton. All things about the young mother, Josephine, who died at age 31,&amp;nbsp; were hushed up and forgotten. The grieving father of two little girls, remarried a beautiful&amp;nbsp;kind woman, who loved those little&amp;nbsp;girls as her own. The family went on and enjoyed a normal happy life, but Josephine&amp;nbsp; was forgotten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bE8SNk02dmY/Tjt5hyspgAI/AAAAAAAAJvI/53YEpP9mznw/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+the+grounds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bE8SNk02dmY/Tjt5hyspgAI/AAAAAAAAJvI/53YEpP9mznw/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+the+grounds.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you are a tiny child, you believe what you are told and you obey your elders, at least you did in the 1940's. For my mother, the memory of her own&amp;nbsp;beloved mother, Josephine, was discouraged. It would have been "wrong" for Shirley even to ask her dad&amp;nbsp;if she could&amp;nbsp;visit the grave site. So, Shirley did not ask anymore and went about her happy life with her new mother, Margaret. That is why, in all these years, my mother has not visited her mother's grave. On a whim, Mom and I drove up the hill to the cemetery. The grounds were beautiful. The office was helpful and gave us a map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRPkMaHYJL4/Tjt5Y3h975I/AAAAAAAAJvE/LkpUO7v-SH4/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WRPkMaHYJL4/Tjt5Y3h975I/AAAAAAAAJvE/LkpUO7v-SH4/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+map.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The inside was&amp;nbsp;like no place I've ever been;&amp;nbsp;so beautiful. It made me want to cry. The sun streamed into these marble rooms. We were quite and reverent&amp;nbsp;in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enLclKNxN8o/Tjt561BY0KI/AAAAAAAAJvM/pX28vYlxsdU/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+inside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enLclKNxN8o/Tjt561BY0KI/AAAAAAAAJvM/pX28vYlxsdU/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+inside.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The lady helping us showed us the actual piece of paper, the bill of sale for having Josephine buried here in 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBltGvJxptk/Tjt5-Eo3HRI/AAAAAAAAJvQ/GP_85ZDWoXc/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+bill+of+sale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBltGvJxptk/Tjt5-Eo3HRI/AAAAAAAAJvQ/GP_85ZDWoXc/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+bill+of+sale.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After about ten minutes of searching while following our map, a man came along and helped us find&amp;nbsp;Josephine's grave. I was so&amp;nbsp;glad for that and that he could photograph Mom and me together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2G_DsEKo3W0/Tjt6EqMuuWI/AAAAAAAAJvY/WYYnmA7Knus/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+2+of+us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2G_DsEKo3W0/Tjt6EqMuuWI/AAAAAAAAJvY/WYYnmA7Knus/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site+2+of+us.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bITLxHLxIw/TjwuD6a890I/AAAAAAAAJvs/4gypmQJZT0s/s1600/Mom+Special+day+grave+site++Mom+alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bITLxHLxIw/TjwuD6a890I/AAAAAAAAJvs/4gypmQJZT0s/s400/Mom+Special+day+grave+site++Mom+alone.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After all these years, my mother got to see the marker where her mother was buried. I'm thankful for this and that I got to live these moments with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAhZg-COIak/Tjt6HBVI5TI/AAAAAAAAJvc/vOhSNxwNFXo/s1600/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAhZg-COIak/Tjt6HBVI5TI/AAAAAAAAJvc/vOhSNxwNFXo/s400/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another place I have been so wanting to see is Great Grandma Bessie's little house. Grandpa Irving owned this duplex and placed his mother on one side of it. She lived here and I remember visiting her. Years later, Grandpa sold his investment to the Euphoria Chocolate company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7OiXAjAhA20/Tjt6JX5BnFI/AAAAAAAAJvg/caH0pyboXWw/s1600/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop+inside+Grandmas+living+room2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7OiXAjAhA20/Tjt6JX5BnFI/AAAAAAAAJvg/caH0pyboXWw/s400/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop+inside+Grandmas+living+room2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom said that this had been Grandma Bessie's living room and dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5M2YCicUFvA/Tjt6Luu-JTI/AAAAAAAAJvk/V-6Pplfz_W8/s1600/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop+Grandmas+windows+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5M2YCicUFvA/Tjt6Luu-JTI/AAAAAAAAJvk/V-6Pplfz_W8/s400/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop+Grandmas+windows+2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These were her front windows from her kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mk9ZryhESiY/Tjt6OaKUtHI/AAAAAAAAJvo/Rp_lyoXYNrI/s1600/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop+candies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mk9ZryhESiY/Tjt6OaKUtHI/AAAAAAAAJvo/Rp_lyoXYNrI/s400/Mom+Special+day+chocolate+shop+candies.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This day, I will remember. It&amp;nbsp;was so sweet to me, because I got to spend it with my mother and heard her&amp;nbsp;tell&amp;nbsp;things about her life that I did not know. She showed me her little grade school and talked about walking home along main street. Traffic was to thick for me to photograph her school. &amp;nbsp;I thank God for this special day with Mom. I love you Mom. "For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring" Isaiah 44:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-8244907565413778369?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/8244907565413778369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=8244907565413778369&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8244907565413778369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/8244907565413778369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-story-and-spicial-day-with-my.html' title='A True Story:  And a Special Day With My Mother'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WG-ZglnM1Lw/Tjt5KphJUZI/AAAAAAAAJu4/MIl8uXt3WN4/s72-c/Mom+Special+day+restaurant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-1058796100447646993</id><published>2011-08-03T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:02:19.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Cherry Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjSOr4rCtaI/TjlmUiqiR0I/AAAAAAAAJuM/GcRekkPmTAs/s1600/Betty+Crocker+Cook+Book+Feathering+my+Nest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjSOr4rCtaI/TjlmUiqiR0I/AAAAAAAAJuM/GcRekkPmTAs/s400/Betty+Crocker+Cook+Book+Feathering+my+Nest.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have never made a cherry pie in my life, although I have always wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yHrnhUtEHs/TjlmXhvrOlI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/yOwgzErf32A/s1600/Betty+Crocker+Cook+Book+Feathering+my+Nest+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yHrnhUtEHs/TjlmXhvrOlI/AAAAAAAAJuQ/yOwgzErf32A/s400/Betty+Crocker+Cook+Book+Feathering+my+Nest+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is something about the pictures in my vintage Betty Crocker cookbook that intrigue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwAi6c4ZwGU/Tjlmaoqrj3I/AAAAAAAAJuU/W8xO1N5HyAo/s1600/Betty+Crocker+cook+book+feathering+my+Nest+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LwAi6c4ZwGU/Tjlmaoqrj3I/AAAAAAAAJuU/W8xO1N5HyAo/s400/Betty+Crocker+cook+book+feathering+my+Nest+4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at the silver tray around her glass pie plate. Notice the lattice work she has carefully put together. I love the look of this. Could I achieve this look? I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8IDFiVLvh0/TjlrwvdAYaI/AAAAAAAAJuY/AABzrefgXYI/s1600/a+cherry+pie+before+baking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8IDFiVLvh0/TjlrwvdAYaI/AAAAAAAAJuY/AABzrefgXYI/s400/a+cherry+pie+before+baking.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is my unbaked pie, ready for the oven. My sweet neighbor, Diane gave me enough cherries for eight pies. I'm delighted and so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FD-V6oCjHFo/TjlsxLlYxwI/AAAAAAAAJuc/4xtQEkxdjP8/s1600/a+cherry+pie+Kath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FD-V6oCjHFo/TjlsxLlYxwI/AAAAAAAAJuc/4xtQEkxdjP8/s400/a+cherry+pie+Kath.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here&amp;nbsp;is my pie&amp;nbsp;on a silver tray from a thrift store. It's not the same silver pie plate as Betty Crocker used, but it is pretty enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0OH73RLqnQ/TjltBj3rfoI/AAAAAAAAJuk/JZo8JOTMtY0/s1600/a+cherry+pie+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0OH73RLqnQ/TjltBj3rfoI/AAAAAAAAJuk/JZo8JOTMtY0/s400/a+cherry+pie+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here it is on the table cloth looking down from above on the silver tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dcrmdmw_40/Tjl0e4s06fI/AAAAAAAAJuw/-OOOZw8rqn8/s1600/a+cherry+pie+black+and+white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dcrmdmw_40/Tjl0e4s06fI/AAAAAAAAJuw/-OOOZw8rqn8/s400/a+cherry+pie+black+and+white.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;...and again in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoEWu3XEo74/Tjls-Q8g4KI/AAAAAAAAJug/u8m8SDxiCRA/s1600/a+cherry+pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YoEWu3XEo74/Tjls-Q8g4KI/AAAAAAAAJug/u8m8SDxiCRA/s400/a+cherry+pie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm quite nostalgic and love the 1950's cookbooks and way in which food was served. Beautiful table settings, dishes and serving pieces were used, because the people eating off them were important and the day was special. Every day is special. I'd like to try to serve my food to my family with the utmost care, using pretty things,&amp;nbsp;because I love them. &lt;br /&gt;"Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;  Not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;  Rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer..." Romans 12:10-12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-1058796100447646993?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/1058796100447646993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=1058796100447646993&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1058796100447646993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/1058796100447646993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/cherry-pie.html' title='Cherry Pie'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjSOr4rCtaI/TjlmUiqiR0I/AAAAAAAAJuM/GcRekkPmTAs/s72-c/Betty+Crocker+Cook+Book+Feathering+my+Nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4250962593934770672</id><published>2011-08-02T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:25:27.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Many Hands Make Light Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BAOz5iLVQM/Tjgemx0j82I/AAAAAAAAJto/xcexMpbi5Nw/s1600/Dads+house+Kathi+getting+to+work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BAOz5iLVQM/Tjgemx0j82I/AAAAAAAAJto/xcexMpbi5Nw/s400/Dads+house+Kathi+getting+to+work.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a warm Saturday afternoon; warm enough for Garrett to swim in his cousin's pool. I wanted to help my Dad with his yard, so Aunt Kelli watched over Garrett and I helped Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkXfzwLPDbk/Tjgehcp5n6I/AAAAAAAAJtk/cLIB50Yahzo/s1600/Dads+house+clippers+2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkXfzwLPDbk/Tjgehcp5n6I/AAAAAAAAJtk/cLIB50Yahzo/s400/Dads+house+clippers+2a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daddy has a beautiful yard and he's always carefully manicured it. It was often said, that he had the prettiest yard in the neighborhood. Lately he has needed the help of us three sisters and our families to keep it trimmed. I love these old clippers of his. I don't know what it is about them, but I love the big spring and the heaviness of them. The quality in old tools can't be matched to today's products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2hwv_hs1gA/Tjgep7wp8AI/AAAAAAAAJts/kmgE5o3Y028/s1600/Dad+mowing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2hwv_hs1gA/Tjgep7wp8AI/AAAAAAAAJts/kmgE5o3Y028/s400/Dad+mowing.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was going to mow the grass, but Dad said that he could do it, and he did. I was glad he was feeling well enough to do this job. I pulled weeds and trimmed where it was needed. Towards the end I moved a section. When I dropped off Garrett at my sister Kelli's house she handed me a beautiful strawberry pie for Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itY62N9NaQA/TjgfbirIjiI/AAAAAAAAJt0/0Y8oGj1GZyk/s1600/Dads+house+Dad+eating+pie+2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-itY62N9NaQA/TjgfbirIjiI/AAAAAAAAJt0/0Y8oGj1GZyk/s400/Dads+house+Dad+eating+pie+2a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She made this gorgeous pie and boy was it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ef_d2RwapQ/TjgfdvJGTSI/AAAAAAAAJt4/zl1AvVbCDco/s1600/Dads+house+Kellis+pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ef_d2RwapQ/TjgfdvJGTSI/AAAAAAAAJt4/zl1AvVbCDco/s400/Dads+house+Kellis+pie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dNkAfXPCFc/TjgfgscsNCI/AAAAAAAAJt8/cI2_L0MOoAo/s1600/Dads+house+Kathi+shopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dNkAfXPCFc/TjgfgscsNCI/AAAAAAAAJt8/cI2_L0MOoAo/s400/Dads+house+Kathi+shopping.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now that the yard was finished it was time to pick up a few groceries. Garrett was cheerful and more than willing to help me. I was so happy for his help. The saying is true, "Many hands make light work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oh5yKIJakI/TjgfpNcSjpI/AAAAAAAAJuA/0tOGQu7m4Fs/s1600/Dads+house+Garrett+shopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_oh5yKIJakI/TjgfpNcSjpI/AAAAAAAAJuA/0tOGQu7m4Fs/s400/Dads+house+Garrett+shopping.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After helping Dad I felt so happy. I think it is true that when you help someone God gives you joy. I love you Dad and Mom. Have a good day. Love, Kathi  "...that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. &lt;br /&gt;20 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us...Ephesians 3:19b-20a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4250962593934770672?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4250962593934770672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4250962593934770672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4250962593934770672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4250962593934770672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/08/many-hands-make-light-work.html' title='Many Hands Make Light Work'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6BAOz5iLVQM/Tjgemx0j82I/AAAAAAAAJto/xcexMpbi5Nw/s72-c/Dads+house+Kathi+getting+to+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5649779135220701217</id><published>2011-07-31T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T05:34:13.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unwind'/><title type='text'>Don't Rock the Boat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN4lGPrO-4/TjYwazgiaOI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y-xO-ufLyqY/s1600/Hammock+S+and+K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN4lGPrO-4/TjYwazgiaOI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y-xO-ufLyqY/s400/Hammock+S+and+K.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you have never rested in a hammock, this is a post you should read.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My husband and son, Garrett put the new hammock up this week. I had no intention of going near it because I assumed it wouldn't be comfortable. Well, today the two of them persuaded me to try it out for just five minutes. I was quite reluctant, but finally said, okay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I scrambled into the thing, and discovered I&amp;nbsp;was delighted. I was enchanted. I laughed for how truly relaxing it was. I didn't want to get out of it! This is my new place to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUIBJcVhGo8/TjYwY_dV_tI/AAAAAAAAJsY/CPRs_VDIENc/s1600/Hammock+Garrett+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUIBJcVhGo8/TjYwY_dV_tI/AAAAAAAAJsY/CPRs_VDIENc/s400/Hammock+Garrett+2.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Garrett was so&amp;nbsp;happy I had said yes. He climbed around and had the thing swinging and swaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN4lGPrO-4/TjYwazgiaOI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y-xO-ufLyqY/s1600/Hammock+S+and+K.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN4lGPrO-4/TjYwazgiaOI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y-xO-ufLyqY/s1600/Hammock+S+and+K.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh8kqni_FGY/TjYwTJTd5xI/AAAAAAAAJsQ/WKvH-H5rYV0/s1600/Hammock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh8kqni_FGY/TjYwTJTd5xI/AAAAAAAAJsQ/WKvH-H5rYV0/s400/Hammock.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you do not have a hammock, you may want to go get one. I have no regrets for passing the time in one of these. Besides, it's Sunday, our day of rest. Sometimes I forget to rest. It's go, go, go all the time. This morning we all moved our cattle from one field to another, then,&amp;nbsp;we went to church, had lunch, rested in hammock, then I visited my parents while I pitted pie cherries. I rested today and I praise God for giving me rest. I hope you were able to relax today. Bless you all today, Kathi&lt;br /&gt;"It will be a sign between me and the Israelites forever, for in six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, and on the seventh day he rested and was refreshed.’”Exodus 31:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed." Proverbs 11:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5649779135220701217?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5649779135220701217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5649779135220701217&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5649779135220701217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5649779135220701217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/07/have-you-ever-tried-hammock.html' title='Don&apos;t Rock the Boat...'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbN4lGPrO-4/TjYwazgiaOI/AAAAAAAAJsc/Y-xO-ufLyqY/s72-c/Hammock+S+and+K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-4893441901140247165</id><published>2011-07-30T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T05:31:26.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hospitality'/><title type='text'>The More The Merrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyJOH9lJCe4/TjSINw_3EzI/AAAAAAAAJrw/mIONVy9cDoY/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+candle+close+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyJOH9lJCe4/TjSINw_3EzI/AAAAAAAAJrw/mIONVy9cDoY/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+candle+close+up.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last evening we invited one of my high school friends and his wife and daughter over for dinner. It's funny, we did not really know each other in those high school years, but met at one of our reunions. My husband hit it off perfectly with Michael and I the same with Eileen. We'd been wanting to have them out to our farm for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvSe3oxD7Mk/TjSIQ4VPWwI/AAAAAAAAJr0/Gk2UAGavVo4/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+eating+dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvSe3oxD7Mk/TjSIQ4VPWwI/AAAAAAAAJr0/Gk2UAGavVo4/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+eating+dinner.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to barbecue steaks and serve steamed potatoes, butter, garlic, chives and parsley&amp;nbsp;from our garden, and salad from the garden. I also made a rhubarb pie and Victoria our daughter made a cherry cheese cake. Their little girl Michelle enjoyed playing with our son Garrett. We all had a really fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMv-9IMMUZI/TjSISo8FrjI/AAAAAAAAJr4/lgCweEKw3mg/s1600/barbecue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nMv-9IMMUZI/TjSISo8FrjI/AAAAAAAAJr4/lgCweEKw3mg/s400/barbecue.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PfpMuxPu8Y/TjSIYz1HN4I/AAAAAAAAJr8/d3JD-3AAQkg/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PfpMuxPu8Y/TjSIYz1HN4I/AAAAAAAAJr8/d3JD-3AAQkg/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+candles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lkdI8w5Ans/TjSIhLKKxYI/AAAAAAAAJsA/ndXo6E9_UuA/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--lkdI8w5Ans/TjSIhLKKxYI/AAAAAAAAJsA/ndXo6E9_UuA/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+food.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjMU38m5SnE/TjSIsHdHr8I/AAAAAAAAJsI/gvW5HFBE9Pc/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+lamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IjMU38m5SnE/TjSIsHdHr8I/AAAAAAAAJsI/gvW5HFBE9Pc/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+lamp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7TTR7A9lI/TjSIlHKb7rI/AAAAAAAAJsE/5ZdyGp1xRno/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rE7TTR7A9lI/TjSIlHKb7rI/AAAAAAAAJsE/5ZdyGp1xRno/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+kitty.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaAKvhSDqHQ/TjSIwFyFitI/AAAAAAAAJsM/q_wYDqA9i-Q/s1600/Michael+and+Eileen+fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NaAKvhSDqHQ/TjSIwFyFitI/AAAAAAAAJsM/q_wYDqA9i-Q/s400/Michael+and+Eileen+fire.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We sat around the fire pit and visited until midnight. I'm so thankful for our friends. "You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore." Psalm 16:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-4893441901140247165?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/4893441901140247165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=4893441901140247165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4893441901140247165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/4893441901140247165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/07/friends-for-dinner.html' title='The More The Merrier'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TyJOH9lJCe4/TjSINw_3EzI/AAAAAAAAJrw/mIONVy9cDoY/s72-c/Michael+and+Eileen+candle+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-7174486926232311652</id><published>2011-07-28T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:07:30.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teens'/><title type='text'>My Busy Happy Girls: Baking and Sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJK_73_nUWU/TjGRP3Ui9oI/AAAAAAAAJpw/XizeboWpz1U/s1600/victoria+making+cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJK_73_nUWU/TjGRP3Ui9oI/AAAAAAAAJpw/XizeboWpz1U/s400/victoria+making+cookies.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was one of the pleasant&amp;nbsp; days of summer. The weather was perfect at 79 degrees and a gentle breeze. Most of the weeding was done so I let the girls do something fun that they wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vEMsNjiIyg/TjGRYr2XOaI/AAAAAAAAJp0/TMWiclR5wSs/s1600/Victorias+cookies+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3vEMsNjiIyg/TjGRYr2XOaI/AAAAAAAAJp0/TMWiclR5wSs/s400/Victorias+cookies+2.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Victoria made cookies, which turned out perfect. She is becoming an excellent baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyl8HZzm_eo/TjGR07F9y1I/AAAAAAAAJp4/KOClrKIGdAI/s1600/Jessica+Fabric+store.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyl8HZzm_eo/TjGR07F9y1I/AAAAAAAAJp4/KOClrKIGdAI/s400/Jessica+Fabric+store.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jessica wanted to sew. A week or so ago, she picked out a skirt pattern and fabric. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CIncIlcyo8/TjGR5CRY8HI/AAAAAAAAJp8/fyBgihYj8ZM/s1600/Jessica+cutting+out+pattern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CIncIlcyo8/TjGR5CRY8HI/AAAAAAAAJp8/fyBgihYj8ZM/s400/Jessica+cutting+out+pattern.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is enjoying this project so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCt358RXT0o/TjGSIFFZ8dI/AAAAAAAAJqA/XSn9KI0jcxA/s1600/Jessicas+pattern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCt358RXT0o/TjGSIFFZ8dI/AAAAAAAAJqA/XSn9KI0jcxA/s400/Jessicas+pattern.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPa3MdzD5mM/TjGSYzjMyXI/AAAAAAAAJqE/Q6aRm-88R0Y/s1600/Jessica+sewing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vPa3MdzD5mM/TjGSYzjMyXI/AAAAAAAAJqE/Q6aRm-88R0Y/s640/Jessica+sewing.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMVV3BXrBF4/TjGUdEfp3PI/AAAAAAAAJqI/XOnLZgxywVo/s1600/J+and+V+youth+group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMVV3BXrBF4/TjGUdEfp3PI/AAAAAAAAJqI/XOnLZgxywVo/s400/J+and+V+youth+group.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the evening they went to youth group and saw Dee, their mentor and one of their best friends Abby. I love these days of summer and wish they could go on for three more months. I'm so thankful for my teens. "All the women who were skilled in sewing and spinning prepared blue, purple, and scarlet thread, and fine linen cloth." Exodus 35:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-7174486926232311652?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/7174486926232311652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=7174486926232311652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7174486926232311652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/7174486926232311652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-busy-happy-girls-baking-and-sewing.html' title='My Busy Happy Girls: Baking and Sewing'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qJK_73_nUWU/TjGRP3Ui9oI/AAAAAAAAJpw/XizeboWpz1U/s72-c/victoria+making+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-5318451998159068581</id><published>2011-07-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:40:20.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuscan Soup'/><title type='text'>Tuscan Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFkHu-EFokA/TjBzL_yqT8I/AAAAAAAAJps/h2em7VZ_QRE/s1600/Tuscan+Soup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFkHu-EFokA/TjBzL_yqT8I/AAAAAAAAJps/h2em7VZ_QRE/s400/Tuscan+Soup.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I decided to make an easy version of Tuscan soup with bacon. I cooked the bacon, added it to the boiling potatoes, added chopped onion, a bunch of chopped kale, teaspoon of minced garlic, some chopped chives, a chopped bell pepper, salt and pepper. I drained 2/3 of the potato water out careful not to lose the bacon or tiny onions. I then added a quart of chicken stock. I let this come up to a bubble then just on warm. I added more fresh chopped kale. It was quite good. Everything came from my garden except the chicken stock and bacon. Oh, I just about forgot, I added some red pepper flakes. "MMMMMM!" &lt;br /&gt;"Now Jacob cooked a stew; and Esau came in from the field, and he was weary. And Esau said to Jacob, “Please feed me with that same red stew, for I am weary.” Genesis 25:29-30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-5318451998159068581?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/5318451998159068581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=5318451998159068581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5318451998159068581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/5318451998159068581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuscan-soup.html' title='Tuscan Soup'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFkHu-EFokA/TjBzL_yqT8I/AAAAAAAAJps/h2em7VZ_QRE/s72-c/Tuscan+Soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3952902842799465846</id><published>2011-07-26T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:49:35.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garrett'/><title type='text'>Swimming In the Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLBsTtKj5r8/Ti7MDsdJYGI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/137g_ka36eE/s1600/A+fresh+stream+feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLBsTtKj5r8/Ti7MDsdJYGI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/137g_ka36eE/s400/A+fresh+stream+feet.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We worked hard all morning weeding and harvesting from our garden. Now it is time to enjoy the beautiful sunny afternoon at the creek. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOdb4cGppiI/Ti7ZClgNAoI/AAAAAAAAJpM/rKt6VtDk5RA/s400/a+fresh+stream+k+basket.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course being the mom and needing to have my own creative outlet, I brought out my cooking calendars and a few cookbooks for inspiration. Garrett gets his splash time and I get my free time enjoying him and enjoying my cookbooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkftItFiiE/Ti7ZGBiVc6I/AAAAAAAAJpQ/T_U814emRqo/s1600/a+fresh+stream+fresca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkftItFiiE/Ti7ZGBiVc6I/AAAAAAAAJpQ/T_U814emRqo/s400/a+fresh+stream+fresca.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhPVcKu3mFA/Ti7ZJg1LEkI/AAAAAAAAJpU/mlk7DDhXnXc/s1600/a+fresh+stream+cookbook+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhPVcKu3mFA/Ti7ZJg1LEkI/AAAAAAAAJpU/mlk7DDhXnXc/s400/a+fresh+stream+cookbook+1.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IYRG3qN8Ho/Ti7ZMtLnacI/AAAAAAAAJpY/wTtIjQcr1gw/s1600/a+fresh+stream+cookbook2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3IYRG3qN8Ho/Ti7ZMtLnacI/AAAAAAAAJpY/wTtIjQcr1gw/s400/a+fresh+stream+cookbook2.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bC3g9bVm51U/Ti7aYvIP9XI/AAAAAAAAJpk/QGSZKDH4ct8/s1600/a+fresh+stream+calendar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bC3g9bVm51U/Ti7aYvIP9XI/AAAAAAAAJpk/QGSZKDH4ct8/s640/a+fresh+stream+calendar.jpg" t$="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister Sharon and I used to post what we were serving for dinner on the inside of a kitchen cupboard. I could never get the hang of it to do a whole month in advance, but I did well with one week at a time. She and I both did this for several years. It was fun to place stickers for the seasons and holidays. It was helpful in that we all knew what we were having for dinner, and it helped me to be more creative and not repeat meals so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVmxg1e9rF4/Ti7ZV0NaksI/AAAAAAAAJpg/i0SLCIV4-Eg/s1600/a+fresh+stream+Mary+Slessor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVmxg1e9rF4/Ti7ZV0NaksI/AAAAAAAAJpg/i0SLCIV4-Eg/s400/a+fresh+stream+Mary+Slessor.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While Garrett was resting I read to him from this missionary autobiography for kids. I want to build his faith in the Lord and I want him to know about these famous godly people. These stories are exciting and they are fact filled. The books glorify God through the lives of these missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlsFDfizRO4/Ti7ZRvvBxII/AAAAAAAAJpc/8gZfgUwnr1E/s1600/a+fresh+stream+g+playing+on+dam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlsFDfizRO4/Ti7ZRvvBxII/AAAAAAAAJpc/8gZfgUwnr1E/s400/a+fresh+stream+g+playing+on+dam.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a fun afternoon. The girls and Harrison would have joined us, but Victoria was volunteering a a thrift store, Jessica was babysitting and Harrison was driving the combine. God bless you. Kathi&lt;br /&gt;"So Naaman went down and dipped seven times in the Jordan, according to the saying of, Elisha, the man of God; and his flesh was restored like the flesh of a little child, and he was clean." 2 Kings 5:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6440197089354350362-3952902842799465846?l=featheringnest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/feeds/3952902842799465846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6440197089354350362&amp;postID=3952902842799465846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3952902842799465846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6440197089354350362/posts/default/3952902842799465846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://featheringnest.blogspot.com/2011/07/swimming-in-creek.html' title='Swimming In the Creek'/><author><name>Kathi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123430890236503375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-otG7_gIFwBI/Tk8Dw69DehI/AAAAAAAAJ2M/EUqoMjnFJ9Q/s220/Blog%2Bphoto%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLBsTtKj5r8/Ti7MDsdJYGI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/137g_ka36eE/s72-c/A+fresh+stream+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6440197089354350362.post-3470466344516408849</id><published>2011-07-25T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:00:00.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><title type='text'>New Bible Study For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhYwi0mCnC4/Tizdy-cxcnI/AAAAAAAAJn4/aPFpWZuRXk0/s1600/My+new+Bible+study+cross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JhYwi0mCnC4/Tizdy-cxcnI/AAAAAAAAJn4/aPFpWZuRXk0/s400/My+new+Bible+study+cross.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWT-Z_yI-G0/TizdwzKIUdI/AAAAAAAAJn0/hWHxdqgUCFE/s1600/My+new+Bible+Study.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWT-Z_yI-G0/TizdwzKIUdI/AAAAAAAAJn0/hWHxdqgUCFE/s400/My+new+Bible+Study.jpg" t$="true" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good Morning! I thought I'd show you my new Bible study. I had been looking for a new one for quite some time. I was hoping for a new one from Beth Moore. The Christian book store did not have too many to choose from, so I decided on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlnE_MXmo5M/TizdsAvWUUI/AAAAAAAAJns/m7UKXde_gD8/s1600/Kathi+early+morning+coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlnE_MXmo5M/TizdsAvWUUI/AAAAAAAAJns/m7UKXde_gD8/s400/Kathi+early+morning+coffee.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The title and topic are not one I'd naturally choose. I guess I feel like I am not a jealous person and that I don't have many unmet desires. I began looking through it and though that it was very interesting. I realized that I could learn a lot from this author, Shawn Lantz. My best time to study the Bible is around 5:00 am. The house is quiet and I can spend that dear time with the Lord and feel so close to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvEPcGYNCCo/TizeNDj0MJI/AAAAAAAAJn8/VzisW1Goex0/s1600/HPIM9620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvEPcGYNCCo/TizeNDj0MJI/AAAAAAAAJn8/VzisW1Goex0/s400/HPIM9620.JPG" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon Garrett wakes up, so I place my attention on him. He and I read a verse or two each morning from the Bible from his book mark from Sunday&amp;nbsp;school. &amp;nbsp;I feel more love and more peace about my whole day when I've spent some time with God and learning about the Truth in His Word. I have tried to teach my children this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyLLDtqqykI/TizdtxglazI/AAAAAAAAJnw/tQIMTlEurC8/s1600/My+new+Bible+study+and+Bible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YyLLDtqqykI/TizdtxglazI/AAAAAAAAJnw/tQIMTlEurC8/s400/My+new+Bible+study+and+Bible.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Bible is similar to manna, which the Lord gave to the Children of Israel each morning. It was like bread. They were only supposed to collect enough for that day and not to save it up and rely on it for tomorrow. If they did save it for fear that there would not be any tomorrow morning (trusting God for it), then it would be moldy and have worms in it. My youth pastor taught us that we needed God's Word each day fresh and new each morning, just like manna. Even though I could rely on yesterday's Bible lesson, it is never as fresh as if I were to read it new every day, so I try to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWT-Z_yI-G0/TizdwzKIUdI/AAAAAAAAJn0/hWHxdqgUCFE/s1600/My+new+Bible+Study.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; ma
