<?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-10071218</id><updated>2012-01-27T07:43:51.945-08:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='silly'/><category term='North Carolina'/><category term='haiti'/><category term='me'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='Ella'/><category term='news'/><category term='Brock'/><category term='white stone church'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='God'/><category term='favortie things'/><category term='Tennessee'/><category term='random'/><category term='Sophie'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='miscellany mondays'/><category term='twins'/><category term='fall'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='school'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='faith'/><category term='move'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='life'/><category term='home'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='people'/><category term='what the phone sees'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='my product reviews'/><category term='fun'/><category term='mountains'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='best parts of summer'/><category term='healthy living'/><category term='Deacon'/><category term='kids'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>our{simple}life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2839356150032175666</id><published>2012-01-20T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:54:20.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>the runner-up . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/one-tooth-less.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ella was first&lt;/a&gt;. Now we have a runner up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are, once again, one tooth less in the Tharpe house . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kWSeM6VT8E/Txmpdo8WhiI/AAAAAAAAC68/HyJHzvf2Gu4/s1600/sophtooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kWSeM6VT8E/Txmpdo8WhiI/AAAAAAAAC68/HyJHzvf2Gu4/s640/sophtooth.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2839356150032175666?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2839356150032175666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2012/01/runner-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2839356150032175666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2839356150032175666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2012/01/runner-up.html' title='the runner-up . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kWSeM6VT8E/Txmpdo8WhiI/AAAAAAAAC68/HyJHzvf2Gu4/s72-c/sophtooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8451235885914043669</id><published>2012-01-19T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:36:46.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>homemade chicken noodle soup . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI6kzdqNVVI/Txd_5acRhlI/AAAAAAAAC6o/FSLuyhYVMek/s1600/chickensoup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI6kzdqNVVI/Txd_5acRhlI/AAAAAAAAC6o/FSLuyhYVMek/s640/chickensoup.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;a yummy, warm treat for these cold winter evenings . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is, by far, one of my kids favorite things during these winter months. We've usually always got some around to eat &amp;amp; it's a perfect meal to pack in the girl's thermos' for school lunches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a a mixture of a few recipes I've tried &amp;amp; I've tweaked it to my liking; that's the beauty of soups! I'm not saying that it's the healthiest meal in the world, but it's not just poured out of can &amp;amp; warmed up, which in my mind, makes me feel a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;1 bag no-yolk egg noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;10 C H20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;5 bouillon chicken cubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;3 bl/sl chicken breast; cooked &amp;amp; chopped&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;{or if you're running short on time or just lazy 2 cans all white cooked chicken; drained &amp;amp; shredded}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;1 sm. can cream of chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;salt, pepper &amp;amp; onion powder to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;chopped carrots {optional}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Bring H20 to boil; add noodles - stirring occasionally until soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Add all remaining ingredients &amp;amp; simmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I usually let mine sit at least 30 mins or so {always remember to stir} to let the flavors mix well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's it. You're done. So easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It keeps well in the fridge for a few days &amp;amp; like I said is a great school lunch!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haven't tried freezing it yet, so if anyone does, please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8451235885914043669?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8451235885914043669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2012/01/homemade-chicken-noodle-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8451235885914043669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8451235885914043669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2012/01/homemade-chicken-noodle-soup.html' title='homemade chicken noodle soup . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI6kzdqNVVI/Txd_5acRhlI/AAAAAAAAC6o/FSLuyhYVMek/s72-c/chickensoup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1086851189841665797</id><published>2012-01-17T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:57:37.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>a really late christmas post . . .</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm so ready for life to be back on a schedule - I function much better this way. Between all the Christmas activities, Christmas break, New Years, a week in Atlanta for &lt;a href="http://www.268generation.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Passion2012&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;{that alone is going to need its own &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; post!}&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; then only going back to school for a few days before having a long weekend . . . I think we may finally be able to jump back into life this week. I must say, that Brock has taught me a lot about rolling with the punches &amp;amp; taking life a day at a time, but my brain works much more efficiently on a schedule. And I think that's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a &amp;nbsp;bunch of Christmas randomness . . .&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/-2XdgBHJKr-g/TxWHMc1ZthI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/XXDtgRLBBK8/s1600/xmasmorning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XdgBHJKr-g/TxWHMc1ZthI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/XXDtgRLBBK8/s640/xmasmorning.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleepy heads on Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBI-v_IUOiE/TxWHOTPq-YI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/KfsLFVn_yBk/s1600/xmasdecor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eBI-v_IUOiE/TxWHOTPq-YI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/KfsLFVn_yBk/s640/xmasdecor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I never got around to a Christmas tour around the Tharpe house, so here's the tree &amp;amp; mantle.&amp;nbsp;&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/-QJVbg02uJWM/TxWHAD-S5tI/AAAAAAAAC5w/i31c_55cljs/s1600/calender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJVbg02uJWM/TxWHAD-S5tI/AAAAAAAAC5w/i31c_55cljs/s640/calender.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my gift from Brock - we don't really "do" Christmas gifts to each other, so this was a nice, sweet surprise. He made me a 2012 calendar using pictures from special places from our past . . . our first date, first place we meet, first place he held my hand . . . and ended it with a picture of all 5 of us that read &lt;i&gt;look how far we've come&lt;/i&gt; . . . probably my most favorite gift.&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/-USZcY4GDiiI/TxWHHxKWNPI/AAAAAAAAC6A/yog91YQFnQ0/s1600/taylorgkids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USZcY4GDiiI/TxWHHxKWNPI/AAAAAAAAC6A/yog91YQFnQ0/s640/taylorgkids.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of the Taylor grandkids Christmas morning.&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/-xMpEbgaZlKg/TxWHKR3l70I/AAAAAAAAC6I/3XMtGsPm_xY/s1600/xmasmornmoms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMpEbgaZlKg/TxWHKR3l70I/AAAAAAAAC6I/3XMtGsPm_xY/s640/xmasmornmoms.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pop &amp;amp; Yaya's Christmas morning . . . totally mayhem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1086851189841665797?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1086851189841665797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2012/01/really-late-christmas-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1086851189841665797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1086851189841665797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2012/01/really-late-christmas-post.html' title='a really late christmas post . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2XdgBHJKr-g/TxWHMc1ZthI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/XXDtgRLBBK8/s72-c/xmasmorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7015801520076028548</id><published>2011-12-31T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:38:10.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>we'll take a cup o' kindness yet . . .</title><content type='html'>Kindness. That's definitely a word I'd use to describe this year for us; the kindness of the Lord &amp;amp; the kindness of the people around us. 2011 has been one for record books. We said goodbye to the only life we had known as a family &amp;amp; stepped into a new life back "home" in the east Tennessee hills. It's been a year full of good, bad and everything in between . . . but aren't they all? I feel as I get older, the old cliche' rings louder &amp;amp; louder . . . the time &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; does fly by. I'm afraid they only speed up from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for following along here for another year. Here are the top 5 post from this past year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/we-interrupt-this-blog-for-brief.html" target="_blank"&gt;We Interrupt this blog . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/blog-post.html" target="_blank"&gt;One December day . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/sophie-ellas-story-pt-1-pregnant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's story {pt.1} pregnant??!! . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/whatever-you-do.html" target="_blank"&gt;Whatever you do . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/mixed-emotions.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mixed Emotions . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTqqDbI91TY/Tv9kOrer29I/AAAAAAAAC5o/zR_XZf_U5Ik/s1600/mtnwalkIMG_8447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTqqDbI91TY/Tv9kOrer29I/AAAAAAAAC5o/zR_XZf_U5Ik/s640/mtnwalkIMG_8447.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May 2012 bring us peace, joy &amp;amp; the goodness of the Lord - whatever that may look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May it be a year of His renown &amp;amp; the recognition of His glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has told you, O man, what is good;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and what does the LORD require of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but to do justice, and to love kindness,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and to walk humbly with your God? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Micah 6:8 {ESV}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7015801520076028548?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7015801520076028548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/well-take-cup-o-kindness-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7015801520076028548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7015801520076028548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/well-take-cup-o-kindness-yet.html' title='we&apos;ll take a cup o&apos; kindness yet . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTqqDbI91TY/Tv9kOrer29I/AAAAAAAAC5o/zR_XZf_U5Ik/s72-c/mtnwalkIMG_8447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5827126457372669040</id><published>2011-12-25T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T06:51:00.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>from our home to yours . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxTf0saNzZo/TvaDIos1uoI/AAAAAAAAC5c/o2rrOHIf3dc/s1600/xmasscollages21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxTf0saNzZo/TvaDIos1uoI/AAAAAAAAC5c/o2rrOHIf3dc/s1600/xmasscollages21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5827126457372669040?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5827126457372669040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/from-our-home-to-yours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5827126457372669040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5827126457372669040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/from-our-home-to-yours.html' title='from our home to yours . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxTf0saNzZo/TvaDIos1uoI/AAAAAAAAC5c/o2rrOHIf3dc/s72-c/xmasscollages21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6361304107672012217</id><published>2011-12-22T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:12:33.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white stone church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>one December day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You may remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/mondays-randoms.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;from a few weeks ago. Luckily, instead of a whole post, we were able to get an awesome video&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bringingodettehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;{Andy Coleman is the man!}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to remember that December evening in Haiti - when a sweet, baby boy entered the world.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story . . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{a little patience, it's a long video but worth it!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="620" height="466" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c6e8d5929327b76" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c6e8d5929327b76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329891346%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B74DECA7197333F70E5D846F9BED4ACEC93E185.1C3B062CCACBD8138C0C248366946E7A4EE21A66%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c6e8d5929327b76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmB1jghsyjYSTyvRPgsZauC-nPHU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="620" height="466" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c6e8d5929327b76%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329891346%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B74DECA7197333F70E5D846F9BED4ACEC93E185.1C3B062CCACBD8138C0C248366946E7A4EE21A66%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c6e8d5929327b76%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmB1jghsyjYSTyvRPgsZauC-nPHU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{This video was sent home with all the lovely White Stone peeps to watch on Christmas -lucky you, with a sneak peak ;) }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a few pictures from that night . . . they're all from phones, so quality is low . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Roland . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCYjE5l83o/TvPglOYVF8I/AAAAAAAAC5A/ep2qjo0lIOY/s1600/babyRoland1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCYjE5l83o/TvPglOYVF8I/AAAAAAAAC5A/ep2qjo0lIOY/s640/babyRoland1.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt; in the road . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94pK9z2YPZA/TvPgnDEYs_I/AAAAAAAAC5I/TbKIKsoPswg/s1600/babyrolandbirth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-94pK9z2YPZA/TvPgnDEYs_I/AAAAAAAAC5I/TbKIKsoPswg/s640/babyrolandbirth.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dr. Abby arrived! Said he looks perfect!&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/-n_1ezVrk7qk/TvPgojC7aSI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/ePzuw0dXJEk/s1600/babyrolandbirth2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_1ezVrk7qk/TvPgojC7aSI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/ePzuw0dXJEk/s640/babyrolandbirth2.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While Brock was the one there that day, Roland's birth has changed us all. He will forever be talked about at our house. I can't wait to go to Haiti to meet him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My hope is that the next few days, you'll remember how much a birth changed us all two thousand years ago -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6361304107672012217?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6361304107672012217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6361304107672012217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6361304107672012217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='one December day . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HDCYjE5l83o/TvPglOYVF8I/AAAAAAAAC5A/ep2qjo0lIOY/s72-c/babyRoland1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5670394864317915288</id><published>2011-12-14T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:08:14.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>o christmas tree . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SguvGTthbI/TulU7VC1atI/AAAAAAAAC4A/h59nlK14CAg/s1600/treeIMG_8981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SguvGTthbI/TulU7VC1atI/AAAAAAAAC4A/h59nlK14CAg/s640/treeIMG_8981.jpg" width="640" /&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/-DslaaARP0mM/TulU-d6RZQI/AAAAAAAAC4I/5DN8vEq0HhA/s1600/treeIMG_8995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DslaaARP0mM/TulU-d6RZQI/AAAAAAAAC4I/5DN8vEq0HhA/s640/treeIMG_8995.jpg" width="640" /&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/-5373-LC3UOs/TulVAcFWV_I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/XokzFewjntA/s1600/treeIMG_8997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5373-LC3UOs/TulVAcFWV_I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/XokzFewjntA/s640/treeIMG_8997.jpg" width="640" /&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/-lsba5m4veUs/TulVCRaYCgI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/Ng1buYtAN-Y/s1600/treeIMG_8982.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lsba5m4veUs/TulVCRaYCgI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/Ng1buYtAN-Y/s640/treeIMG_8982.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love nights when the timing &amp;amp; the silliness are just right.&lt;br /&gt;We got a real tree this year . . .yep, I'll &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; have an artificial tree again! Love the life &amp;amp; smell this tree bring to our home - and the needles aren't even a big deal! {which is the main complaint I've always heard about real trees}&lt;br /&gt;Christmas around our house tour on Friday . . .&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; hopefully&lt;/span&gt; . . . &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5670394864317915288?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5670394864317915288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/o-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5670394864317915288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5670394864317915288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='o christmas tree . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SguvGTthbI/TulU7VC1atI/AAAAAAAAC4A/h59nlK14CAg/s72-c/treeIMG_8981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4633681979107415322</id><published>2011-12-05T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T06:47:43.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellany mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white stone church'/><title type='text'>monday's randoms . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1} Random, you say? How's this for random . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my husband is in Coq Chante, Haiti - last night, he &lt;b&gt;delivered a baby on the side of the road&lt;/b&gt;!!!! Nope, he's not a doctor, he's a pastor and delivered a health, baby boy on the side of the road with one of our deacons, while several Haitians stood around her to block her from the cars! Now if that's not the craziest story you've ever heard, I don't know what is??!!! {luckily, we have a pediatrician who went with them on this trip, the mom &amp;amp; baby are now under her care at the orphanage}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait for him to share that story on here &amp;amp; hopefully some pictures of that baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2} How do I top that random???!!!!!! Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3} little boys. they are silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6fg_HgXZU/TtzXyOFCXYI/AAAAAAAAC34/jcyQM3PH8dg/s1600/deaccollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6fg_HgXZU/TtzXyOFCXYI/AAAAAAAAC34/jcyQM3PH8dg/s640/deaccollage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4} Really, I feel a bit shallow typing about my miscellany's after my husband brought life into the world last night. Kinda fitting for the season. The Bread of Life . . . the Light of the World . . . the Word became flesh and the world sat idly by, carrying on with their business.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May our eyes &amp;amp; hearts be focused on that baby boy and away from the busyness all around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy monday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;linking up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @lowercase letters" hspace="none" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4633681979107415322?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4633681979107415322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/mondays-randoms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4633681979107415322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4633681979107415322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/mondays-randoms.html' title='monday&apos;s randoms . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gu6fg_HgXZU/TtzXyOFCXYI/AAAAAAAAC34/jcyQM3PH8dg/s72-c/deaccollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4677910961477903448</id><published>2011-12-02T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:58:43.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>sweet reminders . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8lewlL9I6M/TtjkvnjvIzI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Meceg-JQyI8/s1600/benchIMG_8087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8lewlL9I6M/TtjkvnjvIzI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Meceg-JQyI8/s640/benchIMG_8087.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began during the night. Someone woke with a "tummy ache" but we knew the real reason for this 3am visit . . . her Daddy was leaving for Haiti in the morning and she was sad. She woke that morning for school with tears in her eyes, &lt;i&gt;" I miss Daddy. . . . I know, me too Soph, but he'll be home soon and the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;people in Haiti need to hear about Jesus too. Guess what we get to do after school?"&lt;/i&gt; {Hoping my words would distract her from her sadness &amp;amp; make for an easy transition to school}&lt;i&gt; "What??!!!",&lt;/i&gt; she ask. &lt;i&gt;"We get to pick Pop &amp;amp; YaYa up at the airport! They're flying back in from their vacation in NYC! . . . Cool!"&lt;/i&gt; She replies, and I take a deep breath because I think I've saved the morning. Pat on back, Bethany!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport was fun &amp;amp; busy - Kayla had made the kids signs to hold {like they were Dad &amp;amp; Mom's taxi pick up - it was hilarious!} I could kick myself that I didn't get a picture of them holding their "Pop and Yaya Taylor" signs. They were all quite the spectacle at the gate. Lots of hugs &amp;amp; squeals were passed around, made a stop at the baggage claim, a walk through the parking garage {in which my children, I swear, always attempt to get hit by a car} and we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode in silence for a few minutes, then I heard Ella's voice from the back seat . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mom, is Mildred &lt;/i&gt;{their great Aunt}&lt;i&gt; in heaven? &amp;nbsp;. . . Yes . . . . So, does that mean we'll get to see her again one day? . . . &amp;nbsp;Yes and Mamaw Dorothy . . . . Really?? We'll actually get to meet our Mamaw Dorothy? and talk to her and stuff??!!! &lt;/i&gt;{Mind blown at this point in time} &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;. . . Yes . . . How do you get to heaven, Mom? &amp;nbsp;. . . Well, Ella, the bible says that if you believe Jesus was who he said he was, you believe he died for your sins and that you will try your hardest to live your life for him &amp;amp; following his commands, then when you die, you spend forever in heaven with him" . . . . &lt;/i&gt;Sophie chimes in at this&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;point&lt;i&gt;, "Wait a minute, we get to talk to Jesus and touch him??"&lt;/i&gt; {mind totally &amp;amp; completely blown at this point}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think this conversation couldn't get any better, the next one takes place. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mom, how do know if Jesus is in your heart? &amp;nbsp;. . . There will come a time when you'll know that he is calling you. For me, I was sitting at church one day, hearing a lot of what we're talking about now - my heart began to beat really fast &amp;amp; I felt like I wanted to cry because I knew that Jesus had done all of this for me &amp;amp; that he loved me more than anyone - I knew that he was asking me to follow him that day - I knew that he was asking me if he could 'come into my heart' . . . . But how did you know, Mom . . . . I just knew girls, it's a feeling that you will just know. And I've been praying a lot for you to have that feeling - have you had that feeling yet? &amp;nbsp;. . . . No, but I do believe in Jesus but I have felt my heart beating fast in gym class, but I don't think that was Jesus :) . . . Well, one day soon, you'll have that feeling - come to me &amp;amp; Daddy and we'll pray. . . . . and then after that, we get to get 'babitized'!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That conversation is one of the sweetest, most precious moments I've ever had with my children. {Because Deacon was chiming in too!} And I felt the voice of God say to me in that very moment, &lt;i&gt;Bethany, you don't have to go to Haiti to tell people about me. In fact, your most important "Gospel sharing moments" will happen in this van &amp;amp; inside the walls of your home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Tuesday afternoon was a much needed, ordained moment for me. I feel so often that I fail my children in so many ways. That I will mess them up or hinder them from God's calling on their life. It was solid reminder that day that their hearts are in his hands. When he's ready, he'll call. I'm holding to that promise all the while praying with all my might, that the One who is mighty to save will do just that for my three little ones &amp;amp; that they run their hardest after Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here is our King.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here is our Love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Here is our God who's come to bring us back to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He is the one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;He is Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;lining up today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/search/label/friday%20favorite%20things"&gt;&lt;img alt="friday favorite things | finding joy" hspace="none" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/fridayfavoritethings.png" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4677910961477903448?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4677910961477903448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/sweet-reminders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4677910961477903448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4677910961477903448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/12/sweet-reminders.html' title='sweet reminders . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8lewlL9I6M/TtjkvnjvIzI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Meceg-JQyI8/s72-c/benchIMG_8087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-173746455114981391</id><published>2011-11-30T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T06:08:50.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>no privacy . . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, hello there! As you can see, we're not private. I changed my mind. I decided that I had no reason to do so. I hadn't done or said anything on here that I don't stand behind or feel was wrong. The choice to go private was made out of &amp;nbsp;anger &amp;amp; letting other peoples opinions of me out weigh who I am in Christ and what He thinks about me. Although, I do still think it can be a scary thing! And may change my mind again soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will make no apologies for saying on here how grateful I am for His faithfulness to me &amp;amp; my family.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. I'm staying public for right now. And as my girl &lt;a href="http://www.lindsey7607.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; said it, "&lt;i&gt;Haters be hatin&lt;/i&gt;'!" So let 'em hate - I'll have no part in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On to way better things . . . . CHRISTMAS is here! It's my absoluuuute favorite time of year!!! And I'm super excited because we are getting a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; tree this year! We've &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; had a real tree! I'll have a whole tour post coming soon of our winter wonderland here at the Tharpe home . . . and I'll leave you with a sneak peek at a sign I made for our mantle . . .&amp;nbsp;&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/-Au4ZgSA30LQ/TtYzt7djMRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/PpjB58nYM9g/s1600/xmassignIMG_8855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Au4ZgSA30LQ/TtYzt7djMRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/PpjB58nYM9g/s640/xmassignIMG_8855.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the necessities needed for decking the halls . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXPXIAQ7Z2I/TtYzosiTXqI/AAAAAAAAC28/B1t9NaVnoo0/s1600/xmassbIMG_8841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXPXIAQ7Z2I/TtYzosiTXqI/AAAAAAAAC28/B1t9NaVnoo0/s400/xmassbIMG_8841.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Pandora+Starbucks=perfect combination}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Brock's in Haiti this week - 20 people from our &lt;a href="http://www.whitestonechurch.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; are spreading the Gospel throughout the mountains of Coq Chante &amp;amp; Belloc this Christmas season! Please pray for Haitians souls this week &amp;amp; a safe return for each of our people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-173746455114981391?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/173746455114981391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/no-privacy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/173746455114981391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/173746455114981391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/no-privacy.html' title='no privacy . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Au4ZgSA30LQ/TtYzt7djMRI/AAAAAAAAC3E/PpjB58nYM9g/s72-c/xmassignIMG_8855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1890235873113715714</id><published>2011-11-15T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:04:44.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>been a long time coming . . .</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not pregnant . . . that's not the "announcement" &amp;nbsp;- although I did feel a bit like Michelle Duggar with all the emails &amp;amp; text yesterday asking if Tharpe baby #4 was on the way :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's what my "announcement" is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this post was coming. I've been burdened with this for months.&lt;br /&gt;I'm am just plain over social media. Blogs, Facebook, etc. . . . they are scary things.&lt;br /&gt;And here's why I think so. It lets people in your life, that are &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; not apart of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's good for keeping up with family and such, but couldn't we just call each other? &amp;nbsp;Or email? Or send a handwritten card?&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a place for me to share about what's going on in our lives - whatever that may look like.&lt;br /&gt;It's full of highs &amp;amp; lows &amp;amp; in betweens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; life. It's &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; story and&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;no one is forced to read it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, something that I posted on here was taken &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; out of context that it's quite comical, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In short, I was basically called out for sharing how blessed I feel to be in the season of my life that I'm in. I guess that's the scary side I'm talking about; it gives people the idea that they have some sort of platform in your life, that in fact, &lt;i&gt;they do not have&lt;/i&gt; - the arrogance to assume that they know what your typing about, when in fact, that haven't got a fat clue! But you know what they say about assuming . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After praying &amp;amp; wrestling with this for a couple of months and because I still want to continue to document our story for our children, I will continue to update this blog with photos, updates &amp;amp; going ons of our family, but our{simple}life will be a private blog for the next little bit. I want the people who read our blog to people who &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;genuinely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; care about our family &amp;amp; how God is at work in and around us. Our{simple}life will remain public for another week or so, and then will become a private blog, at least for the next few months. I will also be keeping my facebook profile {for now} - I'll just be doing a little maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been debating on doing this for a while because I will not let the Enemy use this site to cause unnecessary actions toward me or my family - I'd like to think that life is a&lt;i&gt; whole&lt;/i&gt; lot bigger than petty things &amp;amp; that people have&lt;i&gt; way&lt;/i&gt; more important things to do than to look for ways to be ugly to one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you would like to continue to follow along on our journey, you can leave a comment on this post with your email address or email me at bethanytharpe@gmail.com to receive an invite. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1890235873113715714?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1890235873113715714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/been-long-time-coming.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1890235873113715714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1890235873113715714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/been-long-time-coming.html' title='been a long time coming . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3922416556317284368</id><published>2011-11-14T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T05:50:24.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellany mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>miscellany mondays . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1} I know they're mine, but I think they're gorgeous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJB0OtMTX0s/TsCAo9zu-rI/AAAAAAAAC2k/FhZSbwM2EZQ/s1600/IMG_8591.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJB0OtMTX0s/TsCAo9zu-rI/AAAAAAAAC2k/FhZSbwM2EZQ/s640/IMG_8591.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2} The "hall decking" has officially begun at the Tharpe house! Lights are twinkling, garland in hanging &amp;amp; I'm singing along with Pandora set to Swingin' Christmas. 'Tis the season!&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/-zc2Hk4UZHTM/TsEakhLiCxI/AAAAAAAAC2s/tCBPJIlba6I/s1600/IMG_8831.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zc2Hk4UZHTM/TsEakhLiCxI/AAAAAAAAC2s/tCBPJIlba6I/s640/IMG_8831.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3} I'm re-reading the book &lt;i&gt;Captivating by John &amp;amp; Stacy Eldridge&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for a small group of woman meeting at our house on Thursday nights. I read it years ago when my girls were little, but this time around it has spoken so much to me as a woman but also as a mother to little women. I highly recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4}&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Be sure to check back tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Somewhat of an announcement about our{simple}life coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @lowercase letters" hspace="none" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3922416556317284368?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3922416556317284368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/miscellany-mondays_14.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3922416556317284368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3922416556317284368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/miscellany-mondays_14.html' title='miscellany mondays . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJB0OtMTX0s/TsCAo9zu-rI/AAAAAAAAC2k/FhZSbwM2EZQ/s72-c/IMG_8591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1595126719969441583</id><published>2011-11-07T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:29:00.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellany mondays'/><title type='text'>miscellany mondays . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been a while since I've done some randoms . . . so here goes . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1} #3 favorite thing about living in TN again . . . mountains! We've been hiking/walking in them a lot this fall. We did House Mountain this weekend with my Dad. The first .7 miles were decent, but the last .3 were brutal! Straight up, rocky paths - I was so proud of the kids! {and myself! ha!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMXq5-wXCCQ/Trfoh4qIXeI/AAAAAAAAC2U/6Hk4oANfLdE/s1600/daddeac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMXq5-wXCCQ/Trfoh4qIXeI/AAAAAAAAC2U/6Hk4oANfLdE/s640/daddeac.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2} My husband is playing in a golf tournament today. Since we've known each other, he has played golf one time. But his tourney is for a good cause - finishing the new school &amp;amp; &amp;nbsp;new church buildings for the people of Coq Chante, Haiti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{I'm working him up for a whole post on his first trip before he leaves again in three weeks}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3} I'm thankful. Yes, very grateful. But I also really, really like Christmas decorations. So, they'll probably be out before that little holiday called Thanksgiving. And that's fine with me. I'll be thankful &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; merry all at the same time. Or who knows, maybe we'll have a mixture of pumpkins &amp;amp; snowflakes all about??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4} With that note, it's time to stop playing on the computer &amp;amp; get to work! I like to do what I call &lt;i&gt;Fall&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Cleaning&lt;/i&gt; before all the decor comes out. Kind of like working with a blank canvas.&amp;nbsp;&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/-7qjPhc_mt84/TrfojkHggfI/AAAAAAAAC2c/Fs2IpU6CHZc/s1600/clean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qjPhc_mt84/TrfojkHggfI/AAAAAAAAC2c/Fs2IpU6CHZc/s640/clean.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @lowercase letters" hspace="none" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" vspace="none" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1595126719969441583?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1595126719969441583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/miscellany-mondays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1595126719969441583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1595126719969441583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/miscellany-mondays.html' title='miscellany mondays . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BMXq5-wXCCQ/Trfoh4qIXeI/AAAAAAAAC2U/6Hk4oANfLdE/s72-c/daddeac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7152540964694936370</id><published>2011-11-03T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:37:30.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white stone church'/><title type='text'>just needed to say . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. . . that I absolutely l.o.v.e. White Stone Church and the people that make it up. It has become a place of restoration &amp;amp; freedom for me from several years of not feeling like I could "be myself" bondage. An eclectic and unique group of people who genuinely care for each other &amp;amp; who stand firmly on the Word and freedom. Thank you White Stone Church for not being a place that throws a bunch of rules &amp;amp; regulations, guilts &amp;amp; condemnations at people but who show others how to live a life {to the fullest} that runs hard after a grace filled Savior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8WW4zlQx7w/TrKKnWA2mQI/AAAAAAAAC04/qtUD_2K9vSU/s1600/IMG_8603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8WW4zlQx7w/TrKKnWA2mQI/AAAAAAAAC04/qtUD_2K9vSU/s640/IMG_8603.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{picture doesn't have anything to do with post . . . I'm just not a fan of pictureless post :) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7152540964694936370?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7152540964694936370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/just-needed-to-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7152540964694936370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7152540964694936370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/11/just-needed-to-say.html' title='just needed to say . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8WW4zlQx7w/TrKKnWA2mQI/AAAAAAAAC04/qtUD_2K9vSU/s72-c/IMG_8603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3581078685702771721</id><published>2011-10-18T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:14:07.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>easy apple crisp . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I first tried this recipe last fall from Courtney@StoringUpTreasures - but since she is no longer blogging, I figured I'd share this easy &lt;strike&gt;you're gonna wanna make it everyday like I did for 2 weeks&lt;/strike&gt; apple crisp. It really is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; easy &amp;amp; more than likely, you've got all the ingredients to make it already in your pantry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, you gotta find little hands to help gather up 6-8 apples (a few more if you'd like &amp;amp; make sure they're &lt;a href="http://www.almanac.com/content/best-apples-baking"&gt;good baking apples&lt;/a&gt;) . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zywmF7Mz9QE/Tpz_z2yZrCI/AAAAAAAACzc/VFRY9dDXrV8/s1600/appIMG_8162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zywmF7Mz9QE/Tpz_z2yZrCI/AAAAAAAACzc/VFRY9dDXrV8/s640/appIMG_8162.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Second &amp;amp; worst part: peeling your apples . . . unless you're cool like me &amp;amp; your mom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;gives you an apple peeler contraption . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq-JK6WaXK4/Tp0Aa2k30nI/AAAAAAAACzk/jcLE-_MAzlU/s1600/appPicnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq-JK6WaXK4/Tp0Aa2k30nI/AAAAAAAACzk/jcLE-_MAzlU/s640/appPicnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While the apple peeler is doing it's thing, mix the following ingredients into a large bowl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 C butter;melted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3/4 C packed brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 C sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 C quick oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 tsp. lemon juice {I substitue apple juice if I'm out of lemon}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1-11/2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After you've peeled &amp;amp; sliced your apples, place them in a casserole baking dish &amp;amp; pour your above mixture over top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTGMUJgnH0Q/Tp0CCafMwQI/AAAAAAAACzs/Cf52NZid6Nc/s1600/appIMG_8167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTGMUJgnH0Q/Tp0CCafMwQI/AAAAAAAACzs/Cf52NZid6Nc/s640/appIMG_8167.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bake at 350 for 35 minutes &amp;amp; enjoy the smell of fall as it fills your kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a great dessert, after school treat or just for the heck of it snack. And if we're really feeling wild, we'll add a few scoops of vanilla bean ice cream on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4A2k_vqGOMk/Tp0CgCrRpeI/AAAAAAAACz0/iUQGqWJl34Y/s1600/appIMG_8168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4A2k_vqGOMk/Tp0CgCrRpeI/AAAAAAAACz0/iUQGqWJl34Y/s640/appIMG_8168.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3581078685702771721?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3581078685702771721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/easy-apple-crisp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3581078685702771721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3581078685702771721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/easy-apple-crisp.html' title='easy apple crisp . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zywmF7Mz9QE/Tpz_z2yZrCI/AAAAAAAACzc/VFRY9dDXrV8/s72-c/appIMG_8162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1383763222738076552</id><published>2011-10-15T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T07:26:20.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mountains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>these are my mountains . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we all have &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the place where you feel at home. connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little part of you comes alive when you're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for brock, it's the ocean. he loves everything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me &amp;nbsp;. . . &amp;nbsp;not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my place? my place is the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know it may sound silly, but it's &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's my native american roots or that i have so many good memories there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is, after all, where brock &amp;amp; i went on our first date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could be the history &lt;strike&gt;geek&lt;/strike&gt; lover inside of me that loves to imagine early life there and what that must of have been like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's just an accumulation of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we spent the whole day there yesterday - climbing, exploring, playing and ohhing &amp;amp; ahhing over all the vibrant colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope, as my kids grow, that &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; mountains become &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; mountains too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{caution: picture overload}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rxxw2UUR5I/TpmU1WDclAI/AAAAAAAACvw/Mm1uny2ZA-w/s1600/10_14IMG_8377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rxxw2UUR5I/TpmU1WDclAI/AAAAAAAACvw/Mm1uny2ZA-w/s640/10_14IMG_8377.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;can you spot the kid? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxuvNKcNnnQ/TpmVPhobKAI/AAAAAAAACww/t8eNfL42LAM/s1600/10_14IMG_8459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nxuvNKcNnnQ/TpmVPhobKAI/AAAAAAAACww/t8eNfL42LAM/s640/10_14IMG_8459.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-T_DxcaO3gls/TpmVSqkbkxI/AAAAAAAACw4/87pPC4ehmHQ/s1600/10_14IMG_8479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_DxcaO3gls/TpmVSqkbkxI/AAAAAAAACw4/87pPC4ehmHQ/s640/10_14IMG_8479.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;no salt water &amp;amp; sand for this girl . . . i'd rather have my feet here all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQaujr7N-Ts/TpmVXhAkajI/AAAAAAAACxI/NECEpSdoxx4/s1600/10_14IMG_8496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SQaujr7N-Ts/TpmVXhAkajI/AAAAAAAACxI/NECEpSdoxx4/s640/10_14IMG_8496.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1383763222738076552?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1383763222738076552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/these-are-my-mountains.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1383763222738076552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1383763222738076552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/these-are-my-mountains.html' title='these are my mountains . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rxxw2UUR5I/TpmU1WDclAI/AAAAAAAACvw/Mm1uny2ZA-w/s72-c/10_14IMG_8377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4574380573823592679</id><published>2011-10-13T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T06:34:00.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>one tooth less . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ella won. She was the first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute is this smile??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5PinjNF98E/TpZAPVjOPWI/AAAAAAAACvg/JdnbsGO23BQ/s1600/IMG_8339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5PinjNF98E/TpZAPVjOPWI/AAAAAAAACvg/JdnbsGO23BQ/s640/IMG_8339.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and since we don't "do" the Tooth Fairy or Santa or the Easter Bunny silliness, she got these instead of a dollar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally, I think it's hands down a better deal.&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/-IvC56eXwfmc/TpZASUI4IsI/AAAAAAAACvo/PRBDve-tqyY/s1600/IMG_8345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvC56eXwfmc/TpZASUI4IsI/AAAAAAAACvo/PRBDve-tqyY/s640/IMG_8345.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's going to take some getting use too - that one tooth less smile. I can't imagine what they'll look like when they're missing a bunch! I still feel like I'm the young, cool mom to babies/toddlers when in fact, I'm a mom whose kids are old enough to loose teeth! When did this happen?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4574380573823592679?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4574380573823592679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/one-tooth-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4574380573823592679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4574380573823592679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/one-tooth-less.html' title='one tooth less . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5PinjNF98E/TpZAPVjOPWI/AAAAAAAACvg/JdnbsGO23BQ/s72-c/IMG_8339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4757563743520208284</id><published>2011-10-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:07:49.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>cyber cynicism . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK8DZNFpApU/S6t6MNEoUEI/AAAAAAAACBg/e0AjhiKlZUY/s1600/green_brownblogheader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK8DZNFpApU/S6t6MNEoUEI/AAAAAAAACBg/e0AjhiKlZUY/s640/green_brownblogheader.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;blogging? facebook?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;I'm trying to decided if I want to keep them around . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who feels that facebook causes more problems/worries/anxieties and just plain ugliness than it does good things? I mean, if I have to read one more time about some great thing your child did or that you're having a bad day or you're sick... again ... for like the 10th day in a row . . . . it makes me not want to be your friend. And this is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I shouldn't feel that way . . &amp;nbsp;but I do.&lt;br /&gt;So, this is causing me to question even keeping up with it.&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blogging . . . well, see . . . I never wanted to be celebrity blogger. {not that I am!} but I feel that is all blogging has become. Who's following you? Who's reading? How many hits today? Is Blogher sponsoring you? How many giveaways have you done this month?&lt;br /&gt;It's just a little overwhelming. And I just lost sight.&lt;br /&gt;My blog was about our family . . . our story . . . and I've fallen way behind in that just trying to keep up with the &lt;i&gt;cool bloggers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, being on a public school schedule has really changed our time management as a family too. Our nights are winding down earlier and our time between school &amp;amp; bedtime has become way more valuable. By the time the kids are down, the house is picked up &amp;amp; Brock and I have enjoyed time together, opening the computer seems silly . . . a waste of my time. {I'm also very dissatisfied with my blog header &lt;strike&gt;which makes me not even want to look at it&lt;/strike&gt; and I keep hoping that I can work in a photo shoot to revamp it!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it: My rant for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are I'll keep blogging . . . hopefully with some new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh . . . by the way . . . who needs blogs anyway since the web has now blessed us all with &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;our{simple}life will be back soon, new and improved {and hopefully a little more focused} . . . . I hope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4757563743520208284?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4757563743520208284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/cyber-cynicism.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4757563743520208284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4757563743520208284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/cyber-cynicism.html' title='cyber cynicism . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dK8DZNFpApU/S6t6MNEoUEI/AAAAAAAACBg/e0AjhiKlZUY/s72-c/green_brownblogheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4393626219498059289</id><published>2011-10-04T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:48:10.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>wish i had a birthday like this . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movies. putt putt. go carts. the apple barn. a night away at a cabin in the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dollywood. ice cream party at school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yaya showing up at your house with a cake and presents. olive garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep, i'd say they had a pretty nice &lt;strike&gt;three day long celebration&lt;/strike&gt; birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy 7th birthday sophie &amp;amp; ella!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we love you more than you'll ever know!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkfcltZlpAI/Tou27UZYKOI/AAAAAAAACvc/xcg4n0SOQSY/s1600/p20111004-150708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkfcltZlpAI/Tou27UZYKOI/AAAAAAAACvc/xcg4n0SOQSY/s640/p20111004-150708.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;{phone pic=bad quality}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4393626219498059289?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4393626219498059289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/wish-i-had-birthday-like-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4393626219498059289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4393626219498059289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/10/wish-i-had-birthday-like-this.html' title='wish i had a birthday like this . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YkfcltZlpAI/Tou27UZYKOI/AAAAAAAACvc/xcg4n0SOQSY/s72-c/p20111004-150708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2518759444364123221</id><published>2011-09-28T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:08:21.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white stone church'/><title type='text'>friday night live!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitestonechurch.org/"&gt;white stone&lt;/a&gt; is starting our new family worship experience this saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAMILY NIGHT LIVE&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a place where parents &amp;amp; kids play &amp;amp; worship together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but enough from me, why don't i let my good friend gordy tell ya about it from his video blog . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2be6472ae8000830" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2be6472ae8000830%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329891347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C99F609A3B27B2E5F9E3E221BC946A623675505.42264C0CAAE0B43C332AB991B6619F2A4C5FD12F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2be6472ae8000830%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4YvSspGro7IfaH3rCsxXtLOwmBw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2be6472ae8000830%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329891347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1C99F609A3B27B2E5F9E3E221BC946A623675505.42264C0CAAE0B43C332AB991B6619F2A4C5FD12F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2be6472ae8000830%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4YvSspGro7IfaH3rCsxXtLOwmBw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;if you live in our area, we'd love to have you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2518759444364123221?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2518759444364123221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/09/fnl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2518759444364123221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2518759444364123221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/09/fnl.html' title='friday night live!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1166150825239865838</id><published>2011-09-18T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T18:04:12.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>catching up . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello? anyone out there?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has everyone totally just stopped looking at our{simple}life?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny . . . me too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gosh, life has just taken off with the girls in school!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself choosing the bed over the blog most nights. {more on that below}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sorry little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, we are still here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he girls are doing &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much better with school these days! Thank you God! Most mornings are smooth &amp;amp; drop off has become a quick kiss and a wave. {And for those who care, I'm doing much better with school, too! Really actually enjoying the time in the morning to get stuff done!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;are I say, that fall has made it's wonderful entrance to these east Tennessee hills and it.is.wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Most days are breezy and nice - we've pretty much lived with the windows open this past week. {love!}&lt;br /&gt;The trees are showing tiny glimpses of change, but soon the ridge in front of our house to going to be a beautiful site when the sun rises over it each morning. I really can't wait. It's been a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time since I've gotten to enjoy an east Tennessee fall &amp;amp; I plan on soaking in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;art of the blog absence, has to do with Brock &amp;amp; myself feeling like social media {ie: mainly facebook on our phones!} is a really bad thing for families. More often than not, we would find ourselves messing with our phones while our children competed for our attention. It broke my heart. So now, all of that "stuff" is off our phones {except Twitter} and we are really trying to be intentional about being on the computer only when the children are in bed. I'm not trying to give my two cents, but there are probably a lot of families out there who should consider "unplugging". It's been really good for us. And I mean really, do you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; care that much about what's going on in everyone else's lives??!! I'll step off my soap box now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ike always, October brings lots of fun for us! Sophie &amp;amp; Ella will be celebrating their 7th {did I really just type that?!} birthdays, Brock &amp;amp; I will celebrate 9 years of marriage and Brock will be taking his first trip to Haiti with White Stone. I'm also hoping to squeeze in a family photo shoot this Saturday, so we'll finally have some updated photos on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting things ahead!&lt;br /&gt;So stick around . . . if you're still out there! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1166150825239865838?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1166150825239865838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/09/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1166150825239865838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1166150825239865838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/09/catching-up.html' title='catching up . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-394351300629761070</id><published>2011-09-01T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T05:39:11.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>lunches 101 . . .</title><content type='html'>Well, we are in the midst of the third week of our new school year &amp;amp; I thought I'd share a little about how I'm packing S &amp;amp; E's lunches. Now, I realize I've only been doing this for 2 weeks, but I have read several great tips over the years about packing lunches that I thought I'd share. I should also note that the organization of lunches it just about the only constant with school right now. It has been a major adjustment for not only the girls, but our family as a whole. It is still too early for us to make long term decisions about our schooling options, but we have committed this year &amp;amp; so we're sticking to it. {tears or no tears!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A Refrigerator Basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-Je1nQYWQox4/Tlf-n7qtAII/AAAAAAAACvE/FNf173ARcQ4/s1600/IMG_8067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Je1nQYWQox4/Tlf-n7qtAII/AAAAAAAACvE/FNf173ARcQ4/s640/IMG_8067.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the most genius lunch packing idea! I saw this on &lt;a href="http://www.thenester.com/"&gt;the Nester's site&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;last year. When we decided to send the girls to school, I knew that I wanted to pack their lunches &amp;amp; that I was definitely going to use this idea. It's just a plastic basket that you can store anything you'll need for making lunches. Ours is stocked with sandwich meats, cheese, jelly, ranch, grapes, hotdogs, oranges, etc. There are some things in the basket that are not just lunch items {ie: ranch, jelly} but I do use them for lunches several times a week, so it's just easier to store them in that basket rather than the fridge door. This way, when it's time to make lunches, you can just grab this basket &amp;amp; everything you'll need will be right at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Pantry Shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-PpPXo-4SY/TlgBHHjkirI/AAAAAAAACvI/ZqBA0iiNzos/s1600/IMG_8064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-PpPXo-4SY/TlgBHHjkirI/AAAAAAAACvI/ZqBA0iiNzos/s640/IMG_8064.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky, for me, we live in an older house that has a large pantry closet in our dining room. I was able to make one of the shelves a "Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's lunch supplies" only shelf. I keep anything that doesn't need to be refidgerated here: bags, crackers, chips, fruit in containers, water bottles, etc. I also keep a plastic container in there for any leftover lunch items. {ie: several times the girls haven't eaten their chips or popcorn, so I just keep it in it's baggie, put it in that container &amp;amp; resend it within the next few days.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;re-useables&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoudmyFtvYk/Tl2S_hooyyI/AAAAAAAACvM/UGyBzQZ_MZM/s1600/IMG_8065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OoudmyFtvYk/Tl2S_hooyyI/AAAAAAAACvM/UGyBzQZ_MZM/s640/IMG_8065.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do use Ziploc bags for chips &amp;amp; some fruits, but for the most part {to save $ and the planet} I use re-useable containers. Sandwiches, fruits/veggies with dip &amp;amp; h2o bottles are all reused. The girls buy milk to drink with their lunch, but I also send them a water bottle because I want to make sure they are well hydrated. I've also used the girls thermos several times already- they have really like this! I've used it for beanie weines {Tharpe style: turkey dogs &amp;amp; vegatarian baked beans}, &lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2009/05/sharing.html"&gt;broccoli noodle&lt;/a&gt; and homemade chicken soup. {recipe coming soon!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;keep records &amp;amp; reminders&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/-rvat9V-odJA/Tl2VpVF-AsI/AAAAAAAACvQ/jZtxEW9Yr98/s1600/IMG_8072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvat9V-odJA/Tl2VpVF-AsI/AAAAAAAACvQ/jZtxEW9Yr98/s640/IMG_8072.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stickler for variety when it comes to our meals. So, I keep a record throughout the week of what I packed for the girls. I'm hoping {for easiness sakes} to get a good 2 1/2 or 3 weeks of meals &amp;amp; just keep that routine. This way, it makes it easier for me, as far as packing goes, but mixes it up a little bit so that they aren't eating the same lunch everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Well, there you have it. Just a few of my lunch packing fyi's. You got any to share? Please do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span id="goog_833597667"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_833597668"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-394351300629761070?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/394351300629761070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/09/lunches-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/394351300629761070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/394351300629761070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/09/lunches-101.html' title='lunches 101 . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Je1nQYWQox4/Tlf-n7qtAII/AAAAAAAACvE/FNf173ARcQ4/s72-c/IMG_8067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8533458558556293966</id><published>2011-08-18T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T05:31:08.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quilts . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got a thing for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of these were made by my great grandmothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love having these in my home.&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/-ryysuL9mS2Q/Tk0FN9sq67I/AAAAAAAACuw/rF5SpyVjBNc/s1600/IMG_8019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryysuL9mS2Q/Tk0FN9sq67I/AAAAAAAACuw/rF5SpyVjBNc/s640/IMG_8019.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for our first crisp, fall east Tennessee evening when we can turn on a movie, bundle under these warm quilts and fire this bad boy up.&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/-r3BtijL6Uag/Tk0FOub8iGI/AAAAAAAACu0/dqy0uGIuW9I/s1600/IMG_8032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3BtijL6Uag/Tk0FOub8iGI/AAAAAAAACu0/dqy0uGIuW9I/s640/IMG_8032.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fall is just around the corner and this girl is ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8533458558556293966?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8533458558556293966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/quilts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8533458558556293966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8533458558556293966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/quilts.html' title='quilts . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryysuL9mS2Q/Tk0FN9sq67I/AAAAAAAACuw/rF5SpyVjBNc/s72-c/IMG_8019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1864918808346308721</id><published>2011-08-16T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:42:01.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>on decor . . .</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I still haven't figured out what my exact decor taste is - it's a bit eclectic, to say the least. I know that I am most definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a lover of contemporary decor {with the exception of appliances}. I don't like the minimalist, sterile white feel, but on the other extreme, I'm not a fan of dark corners &amp;amp; dark walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9XXx7gDgqI/TjhgdQDq_XI/AAAAAAAACuU/9EmvvMEAI7s/s1600/collages12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9XXx7gDgqI/TjhgdQDq_XI/AAAAAAAACuU/9EmvvMEAI7s/s640/collages12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look of wood {floors. yes. walls. no . . . unless it's painted}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain stones? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galvanised buckets? Lots please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalkboard paint? yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furniture that looks like it's been beat to death? all over my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rusty&lt;/s&gt; Rustic goodies all around? you bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vases &amp;amp; expensive glasses? heck no! that's what Mason jars are for.&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/-873NVOJMsww/Tjhgmf_kIoI/AAAAAAAACuY/xdHG-EkkyBc/s1600/collages13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-873NVOJMsww/Tjhgmf_kIoI/AAAAAAAACuY/xdHG-EkkyBc/s640/collages13.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point to all the rambling?? I read a whole lot of decor blogs &amp;amp; the conculsion I've come to is a very simple one and that is this: your home should reflect you. It should be the place that reminds you of who you are &amp;amp; where you came from. I think it can also tell you a lot about the person that you are just by looking around your house &amp;amp; your style of decor.&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/-5fBMjXXWlvY/TkVGBgGAohI/AAAAAAAACus/8BOJUL2pKCU/s1600/collages14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fBMjXXWlvY/TkVGBgGAohI/AAAAAAAACus/8BOJUL2pKCU/s640/collages14.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{please ignore the empty picture frames &amp;amp; the absence of wall art above Ella's bed}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me: I see someone who dreams of days gone by. I value my marriage &amp;amp; my children: I enjoy making a house into &lt;i&gt;our home&lt;/i&gt;, believing that my best &amp;amp; most important work can be done within our walls. I enjoy making our beds &amp;amp; our meals. Call me old fashion . . . I don't mind. In fact, I'm glad to be called that. I love surrounding myself with items &amp;amp; pieces that have a story. Inviting it in to be apart of our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your style? Who do you see when you look at your home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1864918808346308721?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1864918808346308721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/on-decor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1864918808346308721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1864918808346308721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/on-decor.html' title='on decor . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9XXx7gDgqI/TjhgdQDq_XI/AAAAAAAACuU/9EmvvMEAI7s/s72-c/collages12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7362070684201606343</id><published>2011-08-08T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T05:30:01.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>mixed emotions . . .</title><content type='html'>That's my feelings about this post. &lt;i&gt;Very&lt;/i&gt; mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlrftQb_0I/Tj30dvsmVBI/AAAAAAAACuo/xXRlmnsCFz0/s1600/sandebackpacks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlrftQb_0I/Tj30dvsmVBI/AAAAAAAACuo/xXRlmnsCFz0/s320/sandebackpacks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Brock and I made the decision to send Sophie &amp;amp; Ella to public school this year.&lt;br /&gt;And I have, well . . . &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; mixed emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that already?!&lt;br /&gt;Homeschooling has {will} be an adventure for us. It started out great and then life just kind of got in the way. Brock and myself were dealing with the unknowns of our future and then jumped right into this new stage of life at White Stone &amp;amp; to be honest, I just really fell off the homeschooling "band wagon." My days became more about packing and planning than teaching &amp;amp; disciplining - hence the reason why the girls behavior changed. School was sporadic &amp;amp; a nuisance. I had much &lt;i&gt;bigger&lt;/i&gt; things going on and I slipped. I lost interest. It was {is} totally unfair to my girls. They are bright. &lt;i&gt;Very&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;bright girls&lt;/i&gt;. They also really appreciate routine and regularity and I failed them miserably. So when we found out where we would be living once we moved, I looked up the school they were zoned for. Great ratings. A top in the county. Lots of kids from our church go there. Even some of the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm??!! Maybe we should send them? And so our conversation &amp;amp; prayers began.&lt;br /&gt;Brock {being the incredibly wise man that he is} sat on it for a while and then came back to me in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;So, this coming school year, they'll be in school.&lt;br /&gt;Real school. First grade and I'm very excited for them.&lt;br /&gt;They are very excited. They talk about it all the time. They will &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;But... I'm very sad. And disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've failed my girls. That I somehow don't love them enough to homeschool them. I read so many other homeschool blogs {which I have resolved to just stop reading right now because all they do is make me second guess myself!} by moms who seem to have it all together . . . and I never did when it came to their schooling {of course, having a curriculum would have help!&lt;b&gt; a lot&lt;/b&gt;!} but I think my biggest upset is that fact that they will be own their own. It breaks my heart to think that they will be away, under someone else's watch several hours a day - I don't even want to think about the first time someone is mean to them. Or calls them a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt;, like all things in life . . . &lt;i&gt;this is only a season&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;will &lt;/b&gt;homeschool again. I will still homeschool Deacon for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the old saying goes . . "It takes a village &amp;nbsp;. . . " and right now, I'm needing help from the 'village.' The girls need to learn and be under another authority other than Brock and myself right now. &lt;i&gt;I don't&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;know how, but I know this is what they need right now&lt;/i&gt;. They need routine &amp;amp; consistency: challenged &amp;amp; taught. And I am at peace with that being from a teacher other than myself . . . &lt;i&gt;right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you will, join us in praying for a fulfilling school year for the girls. A year of great learning &amp;amp; nurturing. A year of protection from harmful antics or ugly words. And for us to have the wisdom to walk them through this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7362070684201606343?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7362070684201606343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/mixed-emotions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7362070684201606343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7362070684201606343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/mixed-emotions.html' title='mixed emotions . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlrftQb_0I/Tj30dvsmVBI/AAAAAAAACuo/xXRlmnsCFz0/s72-c/sandebackpacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7578861433028711847</id><published>2011-08-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T18:57:17.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Dega dreams come true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few months ago on Netflix, we came across this movie . . . .&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/-vR8YViel2do/Tj3tjGQjyUI/AAAAAAAACuk/L44RifitmpI/s1600/megadegamovie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8YViel2do/Tj3tjGQjyUI/AAAAAAAACuk/L44RifitmpI/s200/megadegamovie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little did we know what we were getting ourselves into! An all out skateboarding, MegaDega, &lt;a href="http://www.skateboardingtwins.com/"&gt;Nic &amp;amp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.skateboardingtwins.com/"&gt;Tristan&lt;/a&gt; obsession!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmndYS6gRHM/Tj3tWpR3XKI/AAAAAAAACug/1Gx6YdiUWik/s1600/deacskate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmndYS6gRHM/Tj3tWpR3XKI/AAAAAAAACug/1Gx6YdiUWik/s400/deacskate.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We watch Mega Dega &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; once a day &amp;amp; when they finally make it to "Mega Dega" {at the end of the movie} we get an all out skateboarding sensation, that is Deacon zooming across our living room. He l.o.v.e.s. everything about this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brock came up with the idea to email Nic &amp;amp; Tristan about an autograph that we could give to Deacon on his birthday . . . . but what he got was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUCH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; better than an autograph . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb6f8088db5d390a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb6f8088db5d390a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329891347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75926735A2775113358BDBF357ED584C37469D09.5C722D183D6C47845CAC2893946CBBAF855C7A79%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb6f8088db5d390a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjSGzq5rbyw4rEuXvdVxTJjmRwz8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb6f8088db5d390a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329891347%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75926735A2775113358BDBF357ED584C37469D09.5C722D183D6C47845CAC2893946CBBAF855C7A79%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb6f8088db5d390a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjSGzq5rbyw4rEuXvdVxTJjmRwz8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If there weren't enough Nic &amp;amp; Tristan fans in our house, there is now!! We are completely surprised &amp;amp; grateful for their generous gesture. They have made Deacon's day! Every time he watches this video, he just stares &amp;amp; grins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.skateboardingtwins.com/"&gt;Nic and Tristan&lt;/a&gt;! You guys rock!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go Mega Dega!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7578861433028711847?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7578861433028711847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/mega-dega-dreams-come-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7578861433028711847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7578861433028711847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/mega-dega-dreams-come-true.html' title='Mega Dega dreams come true!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vR8YViel2do/Tj3tjGQjyUI/AAAAAAAACuk/L44RifitmpI/s72-c/megadegamovie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3732371773573128144</id><published>2011-08-02T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:31:39.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's try this again . . . giveaway winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWQLhONN8J8/TjixpBbcLzI/AAAAAAAACuc/-OGOnSAzL_4/s1600/giveaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWQLhONN8J8/TjixpBbcLzI/AAAAAAAACuc/-OGOnSAzL_4/s320/giveaw.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first winner never contacted me to claim her prize, so {with permission from &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-seat.com/"&gt;Tracey at SweetSeat&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;We're picking a new one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the winner is . . . . &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Lacey&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for entering!&lt;br /&gt;{and just because you didn't win, doesn't mean you can't have a &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-seat.com/"&gt;SweetSea&lt;/a&gt;t of your own! Head on over to the &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-seat.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; check out one of their brand new designs!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3732371773573128144?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3732371773573128144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/lets-try-this-again-giveaway-winner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3732371773573128144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3732371773573128144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/08/lets-try-this-again-giveaway-winner.html' title='let&apos;s try this again . . . giveaway winner!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWQLhONN8J8/TjixpBbcLzI/AAAAAAAACuc/-OGOnSAzL_4/s72-c/giveaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6867148443161275603</id><published>2011-07-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:02:12.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my product reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>and the winner is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jennifer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{please send me an email with your info!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks so much to all who entered! I hope that this will be a starting place for giveaways!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{wink:: anybody out there willing to send me their products??!!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sidenote: I did not use the "cool" blogger method of random.org . &amp;nbsp;. . I am apparently not that cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we resorted to the simple method . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncg8KyHQ4O0/Ti2Ej3F-2lI/AAAAAAAACuQ/b3WI6oI2Zms/s1600/giveaway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncg8KyHQ4O0/Ti2Ej3F-2lI/AAAAAAAACuQ/b3WI6oI2Zms/s400/giveaway.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{phone picture = bad picture}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was more fun this way anyhow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6867148443161275603?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6867148443161275603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6867148443161275603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6867148443161275603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncg8KyHQ4O0/Ti2Ej3F-2lI/AAAAAAAACuQ/b3WI6oI2Zms/s72-c/giveaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3471935724720776030</id><published>2011-07-21T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:21:52.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giveaway!!! {and product review}</title><content type='html'>woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; excited to be hosting my first ever giveaway here at our{simple}life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy from &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-seat.com/"&gt;SweetSeat&lt;/a&gt; contacted me last month about checking out her product &amp;amp; giving me the honor of hosting a giveaway on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpxiJBsRxfQ/TiePbh4NByI/AAAAAAAACtc/8SdGX9LxE6A/s1600/swseat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpxiJBsRxfQ/TiePbh4NByI/AAAAAAAACtc/8SdGX9LxE6A/s200/swseat.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little info about the SweetSeat and the founders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SweetSeat was born out of a desperation to find high-quality, long-lasting, small-footprint children’s goods to fill our tiny barn home. What we couldn’t find, we decided to create! Each and every SweetSeat is handcrafted on our farm, by our own hands. We love working together as a family to produce a product that your children will use and love for years to come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Xj-QsYZ-o/TieW6WnlSXI/AAAAAAAACto/8l60scD-Lf4/s1600/seat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Xj-QsYZ-o/TieW6WnlSXI/AAAAAAAACto/8l60scD-Lf4/s640/seat.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I must say, I am very impressed with this product! It is very sturdy, yet so soft for the little ones. I totally agree with their description on the the website that this product is one you will not have to hide when people stop by. It's too cute! {I'm a little sad to give this one away :) } It's a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; product for the new table eater in your family and the one who seems to always be eating on their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here's your chance!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIM_LVn29ts/TieQ8eEPjrI/AAAAAAAACtg/xyNluZxAn1Q/s1600/IMG_7622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIM_LVn29ts/TieQ8eEPjrI/AAAAAAAACtg/xyNluZxAn1Q/s640/IMG_7622.JPG" width="640" /&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/-xJnrCV5Q--I/TieQ9seFTnI/AAAAAAAACtk/OFqhLA_yct4/s1600/IMG_7781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJnrCV5Q--I/TieQ9seFTnI/AAAAAAAACtk/OFqhLA_yct4/s640/IMG_7781.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This SweetSeat is up for grabs! and here's how it can be yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;{1} Follow my blog!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;{2} Visit SweetSeat's website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweet-seat.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;{3} Come back &amp;amp; leave me a comment telling me your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;favorite SweetSeat print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The giveaway will run until Sunday, July 24th. I'll post the lucky winner on here Monday! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7a7a7a; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3471935724720776030?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3471935724720776030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/giveaway-and-product-review.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3471935724720776030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3471935724720776030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/giveaway-and-product-review.html' title='giveaway!!! {and product review}'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpxiJBsRxfQ/TiePbh4NByI/AAAAAAAACtc/8SdGX9LxE6A/s72-c/swseat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7265489390342850479</id><published>2011-07-13T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:06:41.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>clouds . . .</title><content type='html'>We've been noticing them a lot lately. Massively fluffy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I ever really noticed the clouds that form over the mountains? But after living in flat, coastal lands for several years, I'm noticing more and more these days . . . clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYfLEOqoAL4/Th0YIii958I/AAAAAAAACtU/Cdq1ZxWlr4o/s1600/IMG_7572.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYfLEOqoAL4/Th0YIii958I/AAAAAAAACtU/Cdq1ZxWlr4o/s640/IMG_7572.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were never clouds like this where we lived in NC. It was either not cloudy or rainy. There were never these huge, beautiful clouds just hanging around for us to look at and awe over. I grabbed my camera the other night, right as the sun was setting, to capture these as they came over the ridge across from our house. This was the view from our front porch . . . . oh, and that's Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's new school right across the street! {Whole other post coming about that!!}&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/-_AzCJCV4ksQ/Th0YJdiwbrI/AAAAAAAACtY/1ZJ-ZihTCFE/s1600/IMG_7574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AzCJCV4ksQ/Th0YJdiwbrI/AAAAAAAACtY/1ZJ-ZihTCFE/s640/IMG_7574.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures don't really do them justice. They're these huge big pieces of fluff just floating around and they seem to just pop up out of nowhere and then move along, never resulting in rain. Just huge reminders that there is a God who makes such cool things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7265489390342850479?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7265489390342850479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/clouds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7265489390342850479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7265489390342850479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/clouds.html' title='clouds . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tYfLEOqoAL4/Th0YIii958I/AAAAAAAACtU/Cdq1ZxWlr4o/s72-c/IMG_7572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1452171783847451613</id><published>2011-07-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:32:00.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>this weekend . . .</title><content type='html'>This weekend I'll be busy.&lt;br /&gt;Doing what??!&lt;br /&gt;Painting our kitchen cabinets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last major project I wanted to get done before we moved in &amp;amp; I know if I don't do it now, I'll put it off for a while. So, my sister is hanging out with me all night and we. are. painting! And here's the coolest part . . . .&lt;br /&gt;I've had it in my head for a while to do white cabinets on top and gray on the lower cabinets. At first, I was thinking light gray, but then I started to change my mind. Then I saw this picture . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUTyuAXgolY/ThZouhE0tgI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_Qlt04Hn6R8/s1600/j+and+a+kitchen+after+5%255B3%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUTyuAXgolY/ThZouhE0tgI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_Qlt04Hn6R8/s640/j+and+a+kitchen+after+5%255B3%255D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like &lt;a href="http://www.blog.addicted2decoration.com/"&gt;Kristi at Addicted2Decorating&lt;/a&gt; brought my dream to life! It's exactly what I envisioned. Love. The best part is we have that exact same tall cabinet on the right side of the picture {which I had also planned on painting gray} but I wasn't sure how what would look? Well, now I know . . . it looks freaking awesome. Plus, we already have the white tile backsplash. Can't wait to get started!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1452171783847451613?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1452171783847451613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1452171783847451613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1452171783847451613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/this-weekend.html' title='this weekend . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BUTyuAXgolY/ThZouhE0tgI/AAAAAAAACtQ/_Qlt04Hn6R8/s72-c/j+and+a+kitchen+after+5%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4328191943407933480</id><published>2011-07-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:58:24.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best parts of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>happy fourth of july!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WbkRxiw8Y0/Tg3tuN6lMBI/AAAAAAAACtM/FfuI3Yhyg9I/s1600/IMG_7278-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WbkRxiw8Y0/Tg3tuN6lMBI/AAAAAAAACtM/FfuI3Yhyg9I/s640/IMG_7278-1.jpg" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's to a fun. safe. relaxing. Independence Day {weekend}!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4328191943407933480?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4328191943407933480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/happy-forth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4328191943407933480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4328191943407933480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/07/happy-forth-of-july.html' title='happy fourth of july!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WbkRxiw8Y0/Tg3tuN6lMBI/AAAAAAAACtM/FfuI3Yhyg9I/s72-c/IMG_7278-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3143482517945490905</id><published>2011-06-29T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T05:32:01.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Rain . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain. Torrential downpours. Cats &amp;amp; Dogs. Call it what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's what our NC {Pender County} friends need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuzJfNghj7c/TgqA4YcvnXI/AAAAAAAACtI/l-OzzTNlNIk/s1600/penderfire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuzJfNghj7c/TgqA4YcvnXI/AAAAAAAACtI/l-OzzTNlNIk/s640/penderfire.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{photo by my friend, &amp;nbsp;Lisa Wells, &amp;nbsp;near her home}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have been battling this fire for weeks now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they&lt;i&gt; need&lt;/i&gt; rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you join with our friends in praying for rain?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3143482517945490905?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3143482517945490905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3143482517945490905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3143482517945490905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/rain.html' title='Rain . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yuzJfNghj7c/TgqA4YcvnXI/AAAAAAAACtI/l-OzzTNlNIk/s72-c/penderfire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-9144187352444001330</id><published>2011-06-25T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:04:37.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two little L girls . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my nieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love them to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{okay, that was cheesy}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lola is {almost} 5 going on 25 and Lennox {or Lennie as we call her} is 4 months. She is the best, sweetest baby you will ever meet. Seriously never met a happier baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister wanted some updated pictures of them so she came over &amp;amp; we snapped a few.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How lucky am I that this total &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; rustic shed is in my backyard??! Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ016jmu6j8/TgaTBSAPw-I/AAAAAAAACs4/7GHcpGDxCaM/s1600/collages10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ016jmu6j8/TgaTBSAPw-I/AAAAAAAACs4/7GHcpGDxCaM/s640/collages10.jpg" width="640" /&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/-5kp2jcbh16w/TgaTDnTfANI/AAAAAAAACs8/udnsjrkBYK4/s1600/IMG_7189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kp2jcbh16w/TgaTDnTfANI/AAAAAAAACs8/udnsjrkBYK4/s640/IMG_7189.jpg" width="640" /&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/-8dwU9YivMoc/TgaTFZFMiwI/AAAAAAAACtA/idiNpu6WRZo/s1600/collages11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dwU9YivMoc/TgaTFZFMiwI/AAAAAAAACtA/idiNpu6WRZo/s640/collages11.jpg" width="640" /&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/-a2jEmeQjjSg/TgaTGt09zYI/AAAAAAAACtE/XaURDWwE48g/s1600/IMG_7257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a2jEmeQjjSg/TgaTGt09zYI/AAAAAAAACtE/XaURDWwE48g/s640/IMG_7257.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-9144187352444001330?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/9144187352444001330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/two-little-l-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/9144187352444001330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/9144187352444001330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/two-little-l-girls.html' title='two little L girls . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ016jmu6j8/TgaTBSAPw-I/AAAAAAAACs4/7GHcpGDxCaM/s72-c/collages10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2636456399101892918</id><published>2011-06-23T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T19:10:19.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>It really is bittersweet . . .</title><content type='html'>Brock and Ella spent the weekend back in NC. He had agreed to do a wedding some time ago, so he and Ella headed that way for a whirlwind of a trip. I talked to him several times throughout the trip and the general consensus was that it was very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We've been gone long enough to have started a groove of life here . . . but at the same time, we haven't been gone long enough&amp;nbsp;for everything around them to not&amp;nbsp;seem &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; familiar. When I got off the phone one night a terrible sadness came over me. I started to think about the people and the places that were apart of our story for eight years. People that we love, dearly. Places that were 'our' places. With the chaos of our move finally slowing down, I find myself somewhat grieving over the life we left behind. I think because we technically 'moved back home,' everyone just assumes that we are thrilled. Not so much the case. We had incredible friends in NC. People who were just as close as family. People who we did life with for a long time. People who became staples in our days and weeks. Now granted, there were a few&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{gosh,&amp;nbsp;I'd love to mention names &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I was happy to say goodbye to -&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;maybe that was a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;harsh, but sometimes the truth hurts,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but for the most part, we left a group of people in southern NC that will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; feel like home to us. Our life there was basically the only married life we knew and it &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; the only life our children knew. &lt;i&gt;Our life with&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;them, at this moment, seems way more familiar and normal than our life here. &lt;/i&gt;Our old home still feels like home. I can still remember the sound the back door made when it was opened. I can hear my&amp;nbsp;kids outside playing with the neighbors. I miss waving to my neighbors when they pulled in their driveways. I can still remember how to drive to our friend's houses.&amp;nbsp;I can still smell&amp;nbsp;the church.&amp;nbsp;This doesn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mean we aren't grateful and excited to be where we are, it's just the way things seem {feel} right now. And the hardest part of all, is that life goes on. While I'm typing these words of grief over our past, they are all moving right toward the future and you begin to wonder how much you even mattered. I'm not trying to throw myself one big pity party or saying that I'm not totally &amp;amp; completely certain that we are &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; where we are suppose to be, &amp;nbsp;I just think that in the midst of trying to make sure that life stayed as 'normal' as possible for my kids, I neglected to deal with my own feelings about the move and the change. It is day to day trying and learning how to make the unfamiliar familiar. Turning strangers into friends. Remembering and cherishing the life left while reveling in the excitement that is a new journey for us. It is a hard balance to remember the past while looking to the incredible things to come. It is, at least for this moment . . . very bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2636456399101892918?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2636456399101892918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/it-really-is-bittersweet.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2636456399101892918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2636456399101892918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/it-really-is-bittersweet.html' title='It really is bittersweet . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7898761312088124096</id><published>2011-06-21T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T05:34:00.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my product reviews'/><title type='text'>my product reviews::keefer style creaitons . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited to share this product review with you! Lisa at Keefer Style Creations has been making this incredible jewelry for the last little bit and I've admired from afar . . . that is until we moved here and started going to church with her. I knew exactly what I wanted for my birthday this year . . . a Keefer Style necklace!! Not only is her jewelry beautiful but she will work with you to design exactly what it is that you want. I wanted something that represented Jesus, my husband and my children. I just emailed her what I wanted and what materials I wanted and she went to work. The results . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLn5J6uN_-w/TgAEsDw1dJI/AAAAAAAACss/B_Mli-eKjSw/s1600/necklacephoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLn5J6uN_-w/TgAEsDw1dJI/AAAAAAAACss/B_Mli-eKjSw/s640/necklacephoto.jpg" width="640" /&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/-Bz2zy_NKlh4/TgAE2s90bEI/AAAAAAAACsw/f_OpfEF4Ejk/s1600/collages7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bz2zy_NKlh4/TgAE2s90bEI/AAAAAAAACsw/f_OpfEF4Ejk/s640/collages7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, how beautiful is this necklace?! This jewelry is the perfect gift for just about any occasion. Her styles and creations have such a wide range of uses. Everyone loves personalized gifts! {My sister got my mom and her mother.in.law these necklaces with all of their grandkids names on them for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;A Perfect gift.}&lt;br /&gt;So, whether you're looking for yourself or for a gift . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://www.keeferstylecreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to check out her blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/sassy2225"&gt;HERE to shop her Etsy site :: Keefer Style Creations&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7898761312088124096?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7898761312088124096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/my-product-reviewskeefer-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7898761312088124096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7898761312088124096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/my-product-reviewskeefer-style.html' title='my product reviews::keefer style creaitons . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLn5J6uN_-w/TgAEsDw1dJI/AAAAAAAACss/B_Mli-eKjSw/s72-c/necklacephoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-516815170132166145</id><published>2011-06-15T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T07:03:09.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best parts of summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>best parts about summer . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whether they're in your hair or in your home . . . they add just the right touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the best part? they're usually free. {that is if you're lucky enough to have a big hydrangea bush in your front yard}﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz0Q6Oycw1Q/Tfi6IH4AR6I/AAAAAAAACsc/PWjiDCVvUNM/s1600/IMG_7064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz0Q6Oycw1Q/Tfi6IH4AR6I/AAAAAAAACsc/PWjiDCVvUNM/s640/IMG_7064.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ckEmH2BFu0/Tfi6UgPUxhI/AAAAAAAACso/rxsNhLCo2Xw/s1600/IMG_7099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ckEmH2BFu0/Tfi6UgPUxhI/AAAAAAAACso/rxsNhLCo2Xw/s640/IMG_7099.jpg" t8="true" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now go pick some flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I'm thinking about making this a Wednesday series for the summer - a way of sharing our "best parts of summer." Give me some feed back - would you link up if it was offered??!! Just curious!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-516815170132166145?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/516815170132166145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/best-parts-about-summer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/516815170132166145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/516815170132166145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/best-parts-about-summer.html' title='best parts about summer . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz0Q6Oycw1Q/Tfi6IH4AR6I/AAAAAAAACsc/PWjiDCVvUNM/s72-c/IMG_7064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2129834536236069226</id><published>2011-06-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T05:20:01.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the phone sees'/><title type='text'>settling in . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6Pnr8GxfQ/TfBGYOT8dmI/AAAAAAAACsA/WVyDQAlK3Fg/s1600/p20110608-115818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6Pnr8GxfQ/TfBGYOT8dmI/AAAAAAAACsA/WVyDQAlK3Fg/s640/p20110608-115818.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well . . . almost.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel quite at home here in our new house. We've been here right at two weeks &amp;amp; I only have one box left to unpack. {and it's the box with all the dvd's that I'm wondering why even made the move in the first place??!!} And the once empty, big house now feels just like home - and this has been &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; good for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Familiarity&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's been, by far for me, the biggest adjustment with our move and while I know that I was raised here in Tennessee, it hasn't been my home in eight years. That's a long time. Things &amp;amp; places here are not quite &lt;i&gt;ours&lt;/i&gt; yet. And we all are dealing with the somewhat sadness of knowing that the places we left will never quite be &lt;i&gt;ours&lt;/i&gt; again. Deacon is still to young to really care or understand our move but the girls have had some issues. Sophie especially. She is a lot like me - she attaches to things tightly &amp;amp; she has had some bouts of frustration &amp;amp; sadness but doesn't really know how to tell us what she's feeling or what she needs . . . . which is probably, in it's basic form . . . familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;Our first few weeks here were like a big vacation for them but now, Brock is busy with a new job, I'm busy with unpacking &amp;amp; getting our house is order while mixing in the fact that we are learning to do life with a whole new group of people right in the midst of the craziness that is summer - and until I sat down tonight to relax a bit, it had never hit me that I have yet to take the time to really talk with &amp;nbsp;my girls about how they are feeling. Are there things that they would like for us to do for them? In my Mommy mind, they are still babes who should just go with the flow that is our &lt;s&gt;simple&lt;/s&gt; crazy life, but in reality, they are almost seven. They are little women. Little women full of emotions, feeling and insight and I have been very insensitive to that. When things go off the rail in my life, I turn to my Father. He is the one I have learned to trust - and in Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's little minds, Brock &amp;amp; I are the ones they have learned to trust, so now, in these hard, sad and uneasy times for them, I will be there for them. Ready to listen. Ready to offer advice. Ready to offer comfort with my words and my actions . . . because that is how my Father would 'parent' me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;God help me to mother that way that you father.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&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; . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op3CJ4FsgUo/TfBGZgytGZI/AAAAAAAACsE/_AOC_bx54q8/s1600/collages6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Well, that post went in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;total&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;opposite direction that I had intended for it too. I was gonna tell you all about my 30th birthday and how it really wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;bad and how much we love our new church family and our house &amp;amp; how much fun I've had &amp;amp; will have decorating . . . but so it goes sometimes, I'll save it for another day . . . and this blog is, after all, somewhat journaling for me. It's therapeutic. And most of the time, I teach &lt;i&gt;myself&lt;/i&gt; more through the words than anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, I'll just leave you with a few random pictures from the week. {aka what the phones sees}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op3CJ4FsgUo/TfBGZgytGZI/AAAAAAAACsE/_AOC_bx54q8/s1600/collages6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-op3CJ4FsgUo/TfBGZgytGZI/AAAAAAAACsE/_AOC_bx54q8/s640/collages6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{yes, I realize it looks like Brock is flipping the camera off but he's actually holding up three fingers . . . you know for 30!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2129834536236069226?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2129834536236069226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/settling-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2129834536236069226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2129834536236069226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/06/settling-in.html' title='settling in . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WJ6Pnr8GxfQ/TfBGYOT8dmI/AAAAAAAACsA/WVyDQAlK3Fg/s72-c/p20110608-115818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8544031216710686684</id><published>2011-05-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:32:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the phone sees . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, hello. Sorry it's been a while . . . . but {drumroll please} we are in our house!!! I've been busy with painting &amp;amp; unpacking and blogging kind of got tossed to the side for a bit. &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; the painting is almost done and the boxes are almost gone and hopefully we'll be back to normal soon! Until then . . . here's a bunch of random pics from my phone over the last few weeks. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{warning: picture overload. sorry.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdaeD4WlF6g/Tdg09B6VzeI/AAAAAAAACrE/-rA8zQ53c1I/s1600/2011-05-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdaeD4WlF6g/Tdg09B6VzeI/AAAAAAAACrE/-rA8zQ53c1I/s400/2011-05-14.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/-iZ4tSERnVWA/Tdg0-0Oxh-I/AAAAAAAACrI/ZTwbOdNH2oI/s1600/2011-05-13+12-1.23.23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ4tSERnVWA/Tdg0-0Oxh-I/AAAAAAAACrI/ZTwbOdNH2oI/s400/2011-05-13+12-1.23.23.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XQY0Z7k2dA/Tdg1Lephr0I/AAAAAAAACrk/Z2X3hz3e6e8/s1600/p20110520-131808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_XQY0Z7k2dA/Tdg1Lephr0I/AAAAAAAACrk/Z2X3hz3e6e8/s400/p20110520-131808.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8544031216710686684?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8544031216710686684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/what-phone-sees.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8544031216710686684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8544031216710686684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/what-phone-sees.html' title='what the phone sees . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VdaeD4WlF6g/Tdg09B6VzeI/AAAAAAAACrE/-rA8zQ53c1I/s72-c/2011-05-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7501257096257968336</id><published>2011-05-10T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T07:53:51.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home to me . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many people have a problem with Mother's day {holiday created by the card companies} . . . I, on the other hand, am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; one of those people. I freaking love Mother's day {weekend}! It's the only weekend that I can get away with anything &amp;amp; not feel an ounce of guilt for it!&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/-CpP4yhrP0ok/Tcinl944BvI/AAAAAAAACqk/S82TPw-IwR8/s1600/collages3-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpP4yhrP0ok/Tcinl944BvI/AAAAAAAACqk/S82TPw-IwR8/s640/collages3-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The water at Norris Dam has been pouring over for about two weeks now. It was a crazy thing to see &amp;amp; the kids loved it!&amp;nbsp;&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/-o8PpotSfwgE/Tcinp4Gi_II/AAAAAAAACqo/AihR72fIwXY/s1600/collages4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8PpotSfwgE/Tcinp4Gi_II/AAAAAAAACqo/AihR72fIwXY/s640/collages4.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie made me that 'happy moms day' at the top &amp;amp; Ella made me 'mr gatti's' at the bottom. {the girl knows me}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-MrsnW_qYzBI/Tcinrvcw-wI/AAAAAAAACqs/TLH3VxRVpnE/s1600/collages5-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrsnW_qYzBI/Tcinrvcw-wI/AAAAAAAACqs/TLH3VxRVpnE/s640/collages5-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my pretties. Mom got me this really cool picture for the new house. I just &lt;s&gt;freaked out over&lt;/s&gt; randomly mentioned to Brock how much I liked this plates at Cracker Barrel, next thing I know, he's buying me 8 sets. &lt;strong&gt;Best gift ever&lt;/strong&gt;. And I had to throw in some fine reading {seriously, am I the only one who &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was totally smitten by the Royal Wedding???!!! Won't even let my mom delete it from the DVR!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCBeZP5euuI/TcintH036xI/AAAAAAAACqw/AOKNPBlABJs/s1600/collages2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jCBeZP5euuI/TcintH036xI/AAAAAAAACqw/AOKNPBlABJs/s640/collages2-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how could there not be a post with this face??!! Is she not the cutest thing?! Don't you love her tattoo? {ha! just a little fun in Picnik}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture overload done now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot on my mind and a whole lot to share. Mainly about how &lt;i&gt;incredible&lt;/i&gt; this church is that we have stepped into. Never been around people who are so free &amp;amp; open to being like Jesus - no matter what that looks like. So stick around . . . and if you live in our area . . . &lt;a href="http://www.whitestonechurch.org/"&gt;come visit&lt;/a&gt;. I promise, you won't regret it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:: In case you haven't noticed, I've jumped on the watermarking bandwagon for bloggers. Silly, stupid, kind of scary stuff going on on some blogs with people stealing pictures and such- so just to be safe, mine will now be marked. Sorry that it's inconvenient, but better safe that sorry, right?!::&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7501257096257968336?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7501257096257968336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/home-sweet-home-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7501257096257968336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7501257096257968336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/home-sweet-home-to-me.html' title='home sweet home to me . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpP4yhrP0ok/Tcinl944BvI/AAAAAAAACqk/S82TPw-IwR8/s72-c/collages3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4416557935410937096</id><published>2011-05-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:51:27.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldie but a Goodie . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{original post from Spring2010}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thought we could all use a little reminder now that it's getting warmer {even though we had a frost advisory here last night!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Modest is Hottest: This is what my real life friend, &lt;a href="http://www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had on her blog the other day and that got me thinking about how much my perception of the way I dress has changed over the years. See, I was . . . how is the best way to put this . . . 'blessed' at a young age. While the rest of my friends were still stuffing their bras, I was having trouble stay in one! I wore tight fit &amp;amp; low cut shirts all the time. I thought that would draw attention to myself and it did, but not in a good way. Sometimes I think it may have caused me to labeled as something I wasn't. After I started working in youth ministry, I started to really think about the way I dressed &amp;amp; how it really probably wasn't a good idea to be dressing like that around middle school boys!! Then I met &amp;amp; married Brock -I wanted my body to be for his eyes only. And then . . . then I had two beautiful baby girls who left marks, scars &amp;amp; extra skin all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjISjbKwhh0/TcIUMX5TS5I/AAAAAAAACqQ/PcgrEEXKDXw/s1600/prop8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjISjbKwhh0/TcIUMX5TS5I/AAAAAAAACqQ/PcgrEEXKDXw/s200/prop8.jpg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I didn't mind because I had {have} two beautiful, innocent baby girls who are looking to me to see what a woman should be like and a son who will learn what it means to respect &amp;amp; value women - this the reason for my modesty. It wasn't in the snide remarks from older women years ago. It wasn't in 'loving' words from a youth worker or Sunday school teacher. It was the moment I looked into baby blue eyes &amp;amp; realized my calling for the next years of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'm in full agreement with &lt;a href="http://www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . Modest is Hottest! Don't worry, I'm not&amp;nbsp;saying we should&amp;nbsp;go all Duggar style {that's not a bash . . . I love me some Duggars!} or even that we have to&amp;nbsp;compromise being 'in style', it just means that this year, I'll be looking for a bathing suit with a skirt. I'll be making sure that when I bend over, you can't see straight down my shirt.&amp;nbsp;And who knows, I may even start wearing t-shirts more {vintage fit please!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my daughters and my son . . . . I'll join in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999900; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Modest is Hottest&lt;/span&gt; revolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&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; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There will be others to lead &amp;amp; to guide you, girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but only one you'll call Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the honor it's all mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to show you what a woman's like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so glad you're mine . . . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Watermark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4416557935410937096?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4416557935410937096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/oldie-but-goodie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4416557935410937096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4416557935410937096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/oldie-but-goodie.html' title='Oldie but a Goodie . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjISjbKwhh0/TcIUMX5TS5I/AAAAAAAACqQ/PcgrEEXKDXw/s72-c/prop8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1290748439054910795</id><published>2011-05-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:51:18.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our{simple}life from Tennessee . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is officially, official. We are Tennesseans again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{although we still don't have a house or new driver licenses and we're still living out of suitcases} we are here, none the less, &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt; in Tennessee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our first service yesterday morning with &lt;a href="http://www.whitestonechurch.org/"&gt;White Stone Church&lt;/a&gt; and it was incredible. I feel very honored and refreshed to be part of a body who bask in the freedom of the Spirit of God and run wide open behind His leadership.&amp;nbsp;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; exctied to be a part of this church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_50NlYxWk/Tb3LPa7_5CI/AAAAAAAACpo/_eyvxaMCFqs/s1600/penske.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_50NlYxWk/Tb3LPa7_5CI/AAAAAAAACpo/_eyvxaMCFqs/s640/penske.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week {hopefully} I'll get back on a regular blogging schedule . . . . but today, I'm guest posting over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alyssandalex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oh What a Day it is Today :: &amp;nbsp;a Mother's story series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank Alyss for inviting me! Now, go check it out! You'll love her blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More from here soon . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1290748439054910795?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1290748439054910795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/oursimplelife-from-tennessee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1290748439054910795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1290748439054910795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/05/oursimplelife-from-tennessee.html' title='our{simple}life from Tennessee . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_50NlYxWk/Tb3LPa7_5CI/AAAAAAAACpo/_eyvxaMCFqs/s72-c/penske.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3210954033727753561</id><published>2011-04-21T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T05:28:00.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>8 years . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPBTrOHYz5Q/Ta-yOpuI_kI/AAAAAAAACpk/eEKGi4tH668/s1600/rcbcdoor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPBTrOHYz5Q/Ta-yOpuI_kI/AAAAAAAACpk/eEKGi4tH668/s400/rcbcdoor.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the amount of memories we have been packing up these last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Eight years of highs &amp;amp; lows.&lt;br /&gt;Eight years of sweet moments &amp;amp; hard moments.&lt;br /&gt;Eight years of being North Carolinians.&lt;br /&gt;Eight years of a blessed journey with a group of people who will forever be apart of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Eight years that gave us three babies.&lt;br /&gt;Eight years . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, we'll be picking up a {rather large} yellow truck &amp;amp; loading our past eight years onto that truck.&amp;nbsp;We'll be saying goodbye to people who have been family for the past eight years. And while these moments are sad for us, we are thankful for the past eight years. Eight years that prepared us for the journey ahead. Eight years of learning and growing and sharpening us for the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/we-interrupt-this-blog-for-brief.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;years to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a sadness for today and an excitement for the future, we are thankful to you, Lord, for your mercy, faithfulness and provision over these last eight years. May you continue to be at the heart of everything we do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&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;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You can keep up with me the next week or so&amp;nbsp;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/bttharpe"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- but stay tuned because there are some cool things coming up here at our{simple}life . . . . see you next week, from Tennessee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3210954033727753561?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3210954033727753561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/8-years.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3210954033727753561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3210954033727753561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/8-years.html' title='8 years . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jPBTrOHYz5Q/Ta-yOpuI_kI/AAAAAAAACpk/eEKGi4tH668/s72-c/rcbcdoor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7552095381238881089</id><published>2011-04-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:05:30.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Live a little!</title><content type='html'>There is so much hoopla in the {Christian} world about budgets, finances &amp;amp; being free from it all that I really just don't get. &lt;em&gt;Seems to me all this 'freedom' does is make people more of a slave to their money&lt;/em&gt;. It's time to live a little people. I totally agree with living in financial responsibility &amp;amp; that's something that we strive to do, but I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; let a budget control my life. &lt;br /&gt;There are things &amp;amp; people in life worth spending your $ on. It's okay to not live under the constant weight of every dollar. &lt;br /&gt;Too many of us &lt;strike&gt;control freaks&lt;/strike&gt; women {and men} are so busy trying to 'stay within our budgets' that we are forgetting to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend money on your spouse. &lt;br /&gt;Buy your daughter that $5 Barbie that she wants. &lt;br /&gt;Take your son to get ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;Eat dinner out every now &amp;amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;Live a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/421043152_2d15515454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" r6="true" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/421043152_2d15515454.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of your life, the&amp;nbsp;nest egg that you've tried so hard to build won't mean a single freaking thing if all you have to show for it is stress, anxiety &amp;amp; shackle marks from the chains of being a slave to your money. And you'll wish, more than anything, that you had taken those extra date nights with your husband.&lt;br /&gt;And played with a hundred Barbies.&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;ate ice cream until you hated it. {okay, is that really possible??!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is this, Jesus said that He came to bring us life, life to the fullest. &lt;br /&gt;He also said that we can't have two masters - man can not serve both God and money. He also&amp;nbsp;said that we shouldn't be anxious about&amp;nbsp;tomorrow - so why do we focus so much of our&amp;nbsp;time &amp;amp; money&amp;nbsp;on it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you too busy being a slave, that you've forgotten you are &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; to live life to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mervingeronimo20/421043152/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{photo source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7552095381238881089?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7552095381238881089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/live-little.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7552095381238881089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7552095381238881089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/live-little.html' title='Live a little!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/421043152_2d15515454_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1868989737094407135</id><published>2011-04-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:19:04.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my product reviews'/><title type='text'>knot genie aka the miracle tool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzlx0iu2KUc/TaNDOhZ1NyI/AAAAAAAACo0/Ed0Ex5r4M88/s1600/collages15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzlx0iu2KUc/TaNDOhZ1NyI/AAAAAAAACo0/Ed0Ex5r4M88/s400/collages15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously. This is a miracle tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My girls hate having their hair brushed, so on a whim a few weeks ago, I purchased this Knot Genie from our Sweet and Sassy store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is a.m.a.z.i.n.g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first time I used it on the girls, they didn't even flinch! Miracle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I no longer dread brushing/fixing their hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now . . Go . .&amp;nbsp; Get your Knot Genie! and Happy Brushing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can purchase them at &lt;a href="http://www.sweetandsassy.com/"&gt;Sweet and Sassy&lt;/a&gt; {if you have one where you live}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or at &lt;a href="http://knotgenie.com/"&gt;knotgenie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{As always, I don't know the Knot Genie people - just passing along a great product!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1868989737094407135?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1868989737094407135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/knot-genie-aka-miracle-tool.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1868989737094407135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1868989737094407135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/knot-genie-aka-miracle-tool.html' title='knot genie aka the miracle tool!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzlx0iu2KUc/TaNDOhZ1NyI/AAAAAAAACo0/Ed0Ex5r4M88/s72-c/collages15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3900099653844275592</id><published>2011-04-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:48:06.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>awesomest. mom. ever.</title><content type='html'>That's my title today.&lt;br /&gt;Why? You may ask.&lt;br /&gt;Because, I spent all morning &amp;amp; afternoon turning this $2.19 Goodwill toy . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bzwhW2z2Bo/TZ9keqwQNOI/AAAAAAAACos/Pop4AAC3uYk/s1600/jan2011+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bzwhW2z2Bo/TZ9keqwQNOI/AAAAAAAACos/Pop4AAC3uYk/s640/jan2011+056.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;into . . .&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/-DRRAuuiQBs8/TZ9kgQrwU_I/AAAAAAAACow/WIxTH6ocX1Q/s1600/jan2011+058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRRAuuiQBs8/TZ9kgQrwU_I/AAAAAAAACow/WIxTH6ocX1Q/s640/jan2011+058.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Mystery Machine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that is why I have been named {if only for the day}and I quote:&amp;nbsp;"The awesomest Mom ever!!"﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3900099653844275592?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3900099653844275592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/awesomest-mom-ever.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3900099653844275592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3900099653844275592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/awesomest-mom-ever.html' title='awesomest. mom. ever.'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0bzwhW2z2Bo/TZ9keqwQNOI/AAAAAAAACos/Pop4AAC3uYk/s72-c/jan2011+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8972218820833168322</id><published>2011-04-04T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T05:47:00.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>letting go . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to let go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm holding on way too tight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Way to tight to my children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I worry {all the time} that my mistakes in raising them will ruin the rest of their lives. It's a constant that I think we all deal with.&lt;br /&gt;And then the other night I realized that I am trying {with everything I've got} to claim &amp;amp; rely on Jesus for and in every aspect of my life - &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; would I not do the same for my children? I was forgetting that His grace, which is sufficient in every thing, is very much capable of repairing where I fail as a parent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Instead of fretting over their futures . . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who they will be. What they will do. The mistakes they will make. The choices they will choose . . . &amp;nbsp;Instead of carrying that weight on my shoulders, I have finally realized, that &lt;i&gt;I have to let it go&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to let it go &amp;amp; pray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pray. With all that is in me, that the all consuming Spirit of God will take hold of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That His voice will both lead &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; convict them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That they will realize His love for them - a love that looks past the mistakes they might make into the good intentions of their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That they'll realize they have a Father that wants &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; but what is best for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are truths I so desire for them. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/-6FSOv001K54/TZfVL1xlrLI/AAAAAAAACoU/PvUlJ-HpG9o/s1600/IMG_6703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FSOv001K54/TZfVL1xlrLI/AAAAAAAACoU/PvUlJ-HpG9o/s640/IMG_6703.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8972218820833168322?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8972218820833168322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8972218820833168322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8972218820833168322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/letting-go.html' title='letting go . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FSOv001K54/TZfVL1xlrLI/AAAAAAAACoU/PvUlJ-HpG9o/s72-c/IMG_6703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8196221882277541300</id><published>2011-04-02T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T12:49:00.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>Sophie's date &amp; Blogs of Note!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See that smile. Her date had just arrived to pick her up.&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/-THNmIoJg38Y/TZaFdmi1_hI/AAAAAAAACn4/CcMZjQjENec/s1600/IMG_5921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THNmIoJg38Y/TZaFdmi1_hI/AAAAAAAACn4/CcMZjQjENec/s640/IMG_5921.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he brought her flowers. Pink ones. Her favorite color, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He took her for a special dinner &amp;amp; yummy dessert.&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/-LMbzDlgqM-Q/TZaFyqjBrsI/AAAAAAAACn8/cDr7rjzDjiE/s1600/IMG_5926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMbzDlgqM-Q/TZaFyqjBrsI/AAAAAAAACn8/cDr7rjzDjiE/s640/IMG_5926.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this kid. This is what he did when he found out he didn't get to go.&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/-uxt71Hc1IA4/TZaGExfOlmI/AAAAAAAACoA/TfUis3hYme0/s1600/IMG_5900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxt71Hc1IA4/TZaGExfOlmI/AAAAAAAACoA/TfUis3hYme0/s640/IMG_5900.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blogs of Note&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just wanted to say Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;Courtney of Storing Up&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;Treasures&lt;/a&gt; for choosing my blog as the blog of the month! I am truly honored! Welcome to those who have stopped by . . . we're glad your here! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8196221882277541300?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8196221882277541300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/sophies-date-blogs-of-note.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8196221882277541300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8196221882277541300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/04/sophies-date-blogs-of-note.html' title='Sophie&apos;s date &amp; Blogs of Note!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THNmIoJg38Y/TZaFdmi1_hI/AAAAAAAACn4/CcMZjQjENec/s72-c/IMG_5921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6318453711505696471</id><published>2011-03-29T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:15:56.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>fly lady, meet my rugrats . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning, I'm doing a little spring cleaning! {and yes, I actually enjoy it enough to put a ! at the end of that sentence} But the harsh reality, as a mom, is that while I'm hard at work doing the . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-ZCV7vzFDlHk/TZIdmv5ENCI/AAAAAAAACnw/bYWVowlGieM/s1600/IMG_6710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCV7vzFDlHk/TZIdmv5ENCI/AAAAAAAACnw/bYWVowlGieM/s640/IMG_6710.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My rugrats are busy doing . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9D_4MjymnE/TZIdoUQ9FYI/AAAAAAAACn0/tSnE1dg0-lA/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9D_4MjymnE/TZIdoUQ9FYI/AAAAAAAACn0/tSnE1dg0-lA/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. So it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ You can find the Fly Lady's Shiny sink trick &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/pages/FLYLessons_Shine.asp"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;: Your welcome ;)&amp;nbsp;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6318453711505696471?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6318453711505696471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/you-can-find-that-info-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6318453711505696471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6318453711505696471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/you-can-find-that-info-here.html' title='fly lady, meet my rugrats . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCV7vzFDlHk/TZIdmv5ENCI/AAAAAAAACnw/bYWVowlGieM/s72-c/IMG_6710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6860648781565661444</id><published>2011-03-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:41:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She wins the award . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{As if she even cares what I think} but she's my favorite all time blogger ever. Another wonderful post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2011/03/great-divide.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Great Divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{*Update: I saw on &lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;Courtney's blog&lt;/a&gt;, this morning,&amp;nbsp;where someone had linked this post from their Twitter &amp;amp; said, "This post is the true definition of Christian Sisterhood . . . I couldn't agree more.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6860648781565661444?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6860648781565661444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/she-wins-award.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6860648781565661444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6860648781565661444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/she-wins-award.html' title='She wins the award . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5170187006240448457</id><published>2011-03-28T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:27:27.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Living Legend . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6jtTKskVI8/TY_cntbKizI/AAAAAAAACns/q6eGQg1KDps/s1600/IMAG0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6jtTKskVI8/TY_cntbKizI/AAAAAAAACns/q6eGQg1KDps/s640/IMAG0010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday morning, we spent several hours listening to the stories of a living legend. His name is Justin. He lives in a simple house in our little town of Rocky Point, but he . . . . he is a living legend. &amp;nbsp;Justin is a WWII veteran. He was part of a 10 man team on a B-24 bomber. I don't remember the correct title, but he was the man that sat in the nose of the plane &amp;amp; fired the two machine guns from that location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt like a child as I sat there, hanging on his every word. The history geek inside of me was in full force as I listened to him tell stories of missions that should have ended his life but never did. He was always quick to pause in those moments &amp;amp; say, "But that was no coincidence. God knew. God had plans for me &amp;amp; I just hope I have lived my life the way He wanted me to." We gasped &amp;amp; laughed and teared up when he told us the story of how he met his wife, of 67 years, on a train in 1941- and how he told us that &amp;nbsp;"if there ever was a man &amp;amp; a woman that were one, it was me and her." {She passed away last August} I consider it an incredible honor and privilege to have sat in his front yard as he shared these amazing stories of a war that seems to have been deluded by the years. I'm glad that my children had the chance to listen to him talk - no history book could ever teach them what a few of his stories could. He is the kindest, most gentlest man you will ever met &amp;amp; I was incredibly blessed by his presence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5170187006240448457?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5170187006240448457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/living-legend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5170187006240448457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5170187006240448457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/living-legend.html' title='Living Legend . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6jtTKskVI8/TY_cntbKizI/AAAAAAAACns/q6eGQg1KDps/s72-c/IMAG0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-809939029126754536</id><published>2011-03-12T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:27:22.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my product reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I heart Mrs. Meyer's . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jlghebVGIak/TXwt1En5OjI/AAAAAAAACno/sQh-PhSVBgs/s1600/MM_BAS_CntertopSpray_WebL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jlghebVGIak/TXwt1En5OjI/AAAAAAAACno/sQh-PhSVBgs/s320/MM_BAS_CntertopSpray_WebL.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrsmeyers.com/"&gt;{source}&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do. I love her {whoever she is}. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because she makes my house smell fantastic!! Seriously, just the right amount of clean, natural aroma . . . does it get any better??!&lt;br /&gt;If you have never tried these products, I highly recommend them. They can be purchased at Target or at &lt;a href="http://mrsmeyers.com/"&gt;mrsmeyers.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite of the moment is Basil {sounds weird, but oh so wonderful!} - the Lavender is great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Here's a tip&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a cute basket, some new dishrags, a cute candle and an assortment of&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Meyer's products =&lt;br /&gt;a great bridal shower or house warming gift. Trust me, they'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{I've never met the Mrs. Meyer's people &amp;amp; they could probably care less about what I think - but I couldn't help but share this product review :) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-809939029126754536?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/809939029126754536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/i-heart-mrs-meyers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/809939029126754536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/809939029126754536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/i-heart-mrs-meyers.html' title='I heart Mrs. Meyer&apos;s . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jlghebVGIak/TXwt1En5OjI/AAAAAAAACno/sQh-PhSVBgs/s72-c/MM_BAS_CntertopSpray_WebL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5735768963016853679</id><published>2011-03-10T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:47:50.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>we interrupt this blog for a brief announcement . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We have some news&amp;nbsp; . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{no, I'm not pregnant . . . &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;hopefully that news will come later ;)&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;bit of an announcement . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;news&amp;nbsp;we are &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; excited about . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Are you ready for it??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7AvOpJzsDOI/TXltm8G0KKI/AAAAAAAACnk/UVNEFNP-Etg/s1600/IMG_6571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7AvOpJzsDOI/TXltm8G0KKI/AAAAAAAACnk/UVNEFNP-Etg/s640/IMG_6571.jpg" width="606" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿We're moving to Tennessee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; {home!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock has accepted a job with &lt;a href="http://www.whitestonechurch.org/"&gt;White Stone Church&lt;/a&gt; in Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;The journey getting here has been such an ordained adventure &amp;amp; we have felt the moving&amp;nbsp;of God in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; aspect of it {we wouldn't be doing it if we didn't!}&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very, very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excited about this church and people who make it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there is a sadness to leave the people that we have served along side of for the last 8 years. They will always hold a&amp;nbsp;place in our hearts &amp;amp; our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to spending our last weeks here with people who have become like family to us, starting the moving process {bring on the cardboard!} and praying for our future with the new church family we are about to be apart of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5735768963016853679?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5735768963016853679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/we-interrupt-this-blog-for-brief.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5735768963016853679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5735768963016853679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/we-interrupt-this-blog-for-brief.html' title='we interrupt this blog for a brief announcement . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7AvOpJzsDOI/TXltm8G0KKI/AAAAAAAACnk/UVNEFNP-Etg/s72-c/IMG_6571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1213601803918936213</id><published>2011-03-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:36:31.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is brunette the new blond??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I had this conversation with my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.capetown2greenback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvette&lt;/a&gt;, the other day on her blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bethany@our{simple}life said... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love the dark hair :) isn't it so much easier? i can't believe i waited so long to finally go my natural color! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cowgirl Ranch said... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know! Tisha also just went to her natural colour and we also agreed...funny how what God meant us to be looks right! Sorry Lord for all the money I have wasted :-(. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&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; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and that got me thinking . . . &lt;em&gt;"Is brunette the new blond??!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c4HQ6vHUV6M/TXLucpr_jQI/AAAAAAAACnY/zZWLKjD9OlI/s1600/novdec2010+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c4HQ6vHUV6M/TXLucpr_jQI/AAAAAAAACnY/zZWLKjD9OlI/s200/novdec2010+056.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With a lot of families looking for ways to cut cost these days, I'm wondering if paying for those highlights is something that gets put aside. I'm also in full agreement with &lt;a href="http://www.capetown2greenback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvette&lt;/a&gt;, that it seems, what God intended actually looks the best. When I look at pictures of myself with blond hair now, I think I look ridiculous&lt;em&gt;. fake.&lt;/em&gt; I mean really who was I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That's right. No more faking it for me. I'm the real thing, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;{Side note: I have also done the research on the appropriate spelling of blond - because I see it both ways -&amp;nbsp;and when used as an adjective is is most commonly spelled without the e. You're welcome for that little bit of knowledge ;)&amp;nbsp;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1213601803918936213?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1213601803918936213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/is-brunette-new-blond.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1213601803918936213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1213601803918936213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/03/is-brunette-new-blond.html' title='is brunette the new blond??'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c4HQ6vHUV6M/TXLucpr_jQI/AAAAAAAACnY/zZWLKjD9OlI/s72-c/novdec2010+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6942683022775360420</id><published>2011-02-23T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:03:31.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favortie things'/><title type='text'>recent favorites . . . in no particular order</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{1} Moondough&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVMOV6GDAXI/AAAAAAAACkg/2P3AwO7mPAs/s1600/IMG_5777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVMOV6GDAXI/AAAAAAAACkg/2P3AwO7mPAs/s640/IMG_5777.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend, Nikki, got this for the girls birthday. I'll admit, I was a bit skeptical because we had done the Moonsand and I hated it. It was messy &amp;amp; a pain in the b.u.t.t. to clean up . . . not the case with Moondough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I l.o.v.e. it and so do the kids! It's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much better than play dough - it's stays together well &amp;amp; molds well and &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; dries out,&amp;nbsp;but the best part . . . it cleans up fantastic! Really. Clean up time is all of about 1 minute of sweeping and we're done. &amp;nbsp;&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVMOa3RetAI/AAAAAAAACkk/DgUiGVG-Nt8/s1600/IMG_5778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVMOa3RetAI/AAAAAAAACkk/DgUiGVG-Nt8/s640/IMG_5778.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{2} Welcome to Moe's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if I needed anymore reason to love this place, now they have&amp;nbsp;gone and revamped their whole menu &amp;amp; food quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D727MnCpLXg/TWQCPZscZcI/AAAAAAAAClM/frcF43C-c9I/s1600/bigWheel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D727MnCpLXg/TWQCPZscZcI/AAAAAAAAClM/frcF43C-c9I/s400/bigWheel.png" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moes.com/mission/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And who doesn't love a place with an all you can eat salsa bar?! I love hearing the words "Welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.moes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Moe's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!" If you are looking for a place to eat out that you won't feel bad about, eat here! Plus, they usually run a Kids Eat Free night during the week. {Ours is Mondays 5-9 pm}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{3} DanActive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drinks. Strawberry Banana please. Good for the body. I'm no doctor, but I haven't been sick all winter. {of course I will now, since I just typed that} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{4} Dollar General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLF-CzES0u4/TWQG1B3vdlI/AAAAAAAAClQ/TBvu76aighU/s1600/DGhome_header_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="68" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLF-CzES0u4/TWQG1B3vdlI/AAAAAAAAClQ/TBvu76aighU/s400/DGhome_header_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dollargeneral.com/Pages/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{source}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew who shopped at these stores until we moved out to the country {30 mins from the nearest Wal-Mart or Target}. But now I know . . . me. I am the person who shops at the Dollar General. I love it because it's 5 minutes up the road, but it is very easy to spend too much $ there. I kind of have the 'well, it's just 2 dollars' mentality &amp;amp; that's not good to have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{5} When cool things happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yB7_LCcKWU/TWUfCJbHehI/AAAAAAAAClc/n-2SELg7DzU/s1600/IMG_5961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9yB7_LCcKWU/TWUfCJbHehI/AAAAAAAAClc/n-2SELg7DzU/s640/IMG_5961.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Almost a year ago, I dropped my camera {lens first} and jammed the lens. I was heartbroken. I put my beloved Canon lens away &amp;amp; was using a generic lens on my camera. Well, I stumbled across my lens&amp;nbsp; several weeks ago - got it out &amp;amp; tried messing with it for a second when wouldn't you know it . . . I fixed it! Complete joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6942683022775360420?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6942683022775360420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/recent-favorites-in-no-particular-order.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6942683022775360420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6942683022775360420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/recent-favorites-in-no-particular-order.html' title='recent favorites . . . in no particular order'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVMOV6GDAXI/AAAAAAAACkg/2P3AwO7mPAs/s72-c/IMG_5777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7562528582069605748</id><published>2011-02-14T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T13:15:49.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet Lennox . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nP5bD5Dvdvo/TVmaTrU3FvI/AAAAAAAACko/SApFvKWqrGI/s1600/lennoxpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nP5bD5Dvdvo/TVmaTrU3FvI/AAAAAAAACko/SApFvKWqrGI/s640/lennoxpic.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;beautiful, amazing&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;makes baby birthing look easy&lt;/em&gt; sister, Kayla, gave birth to this beauty this morning.&amp;nbsp;Meet . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lennox Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2.14.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;11:48 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;8lbs. 11oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;21 1/4 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7562528582069605748?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7562528582069605748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/meet-lennox.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7562528582069605748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7562528582069605748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/meet-lennox.html' title='meet Lennox . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nP5bD5Dvdvo/TVmaTrU3FvI/AAAAAAAACko/SApFvKWqrGI/s72-c/lennoxpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8306130276431636844</id><published>2011-02-08T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:12:53.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you do . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wives, submit to your husbands, as&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;do not be harsh with them. Children, obey your parents in everything, for this pleases the Lord. Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged. Slaves,&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;obey&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;in everything those who are your earthly masters, not by way of eye-service, as people-pleasers, but with sincerity of heart, fearing the Lord. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you do, work&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;heartily,&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;as for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; the Lord and not for men&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;You are serving the Lord Christ. For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Colossians 3:18-25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever you do. That's a pretty broad word isn't it . . . &lt;em&gt;whatever? &lt;/em&gt;I have found myself reciting this scripture over and over again in my head this past week. It's one of those that I learned years ago and when I needed it, it resurfaced from somewhere deep down. &lt;em&gt;And it&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;was very much needed.&lt;/em&gt; If there was&lt;br /&gt;one word that I think every stay at home mother/wife would use to tell you how she feels most days, it would be &lt;em&gt;unappreciated&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's not a complaint. It's just how we feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Our 'jobs' aren't really validated as jobs by the outside world. It's a choice we have made and so we shouldn't complain about it when things get hard- but is that really fair? If you work outside of the home, don't you get praised by you boss for you work ethic? Don't you get bonus' and raises? Oh and how about his one . . . vacation days? Sick days? Regardless, whether we choose to work outside of the home or not, the 'job' of a mother &amp;amp; wife is never ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There are always clothes to be cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There are always dirty dishes in the sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There are always meals to be made. and cleaned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Floors to clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;. . . and these are just the basics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Throw homeschooling, crafts, errands, illness . . . etc . . etc . . and you've got&amp;nbsp;complete mental &amp;amp; physical exhaustion - with most women sitting on the brink of all out mental breakdowns . . . ok,&amp;nbsp;maybe that's a little to far . . &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;or maybe not?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;My point to all of this rambling is this - I was having one of the above listed days the other day. At the end of the rope, barely holding on when these words&amp;nbsp;came out of nowhere . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever you do, Bethany - do it as if working for the Lord and not for men . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;When you are doing the laundry . . . &lt;em&gt;do it as if for the Lord &amp;amp; not for men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;When your disciplining your children . . . &lt;em&gt;do it as if for the Lord &amp;amp; not for men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;When your scrubbing toilets . . . &lt;em&gt;do it as if for the Lord &amp;amp; not for men.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever&lt;/strong&gt; you do . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;There is an old saying that goes&amp;nbsp;something like this . . 'if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy&amp;nbsp;' {imagine that in my Tennessee accent.} While I believe it is biblical&amp;nbsp;that Brock is the spiritual leader of our household . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the maintainer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am the one who controls the mood &amp;amp; attitude of our household. It is my 'workplace' and I am the boss. And I want, &lt;em&gt;more than anything&lt;/em&gt;, a joyful &lt;strike&gt;workplace&lt;/strike&gt; home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to bring joy to my household. I am choosing to stop the complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing, no matter what circumstance, to work as if for the Lord and not for men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to not become self centered when my work goes unnoticed . . . .because my Master is always watching . .&amp;nbsp; and He notices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am choosing to show my children &amp;amp; my husband the joy of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rise up, women of the Truth . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8306130276431636844?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8306130276431636844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/whatever-you-do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8306130276431636844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8306130276431636844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/whatever-you-do.html' title='Whatever you do . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7966152863218383763</id><published>2011-02-07T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:19:23.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeschool ramblings &amp; our progress . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVAJ1I5H2qI/AAAAAAAACkI/qQEPHIz9VXY/s1600/IMG_4438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVAJ1I5H2qI/AAAAAAAACkI/qQEPHIz9VXY/s320/IMG_4438.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realized yesterday, that I have yet to update about our homeschooling, really since we started. Bad mom. We are moving right along, although there really is no method to our madness. Since we did not go with a formal curriculum this year and legally the girls do not have to be registered yet as homeschoolers, I have been&amp;nbsp;somewhat relaxed this year. They've&amp;nbsp;grasped addition, subtraction,&amp;nbsp;time telling {hour &amp;amp; half past} and up to this point, have read 80 words - not&amp;nbsp;sight memorized, but can actually &lt;em&gt;read&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; them. {I'm not doing sight words}&amp;nbsp;We don't have grueling hours of learning time or test. We have a&lt;em&gt; lot&lt;/em&gt; of play time, games, fun learning &amp;amp; art times and reading lessons- and while this has been a unique adventure, I'm not sure if it is something we'll do forever. It's something I go back &amp;amp; forth on a lot. Sophie would do great in school. She would be a star student-&amp;nbsp;and although she is smart, she requires a lot of one on one time which I can give her through homeschooling. Ella, on the other hand {I think}, would have discipline problems at school, I'm afraid. Ella is incredibly bright {and I'm not just saying this because I'm her mom}- the child is six and taught herself multiplication, but she can't sit still in chair. Or eat without getting food on her face. She also doesn't listen very well. But I think she would be better challenged in a school setting. These are thoughts that go through my head everyday. Then there is the question of &lt;strike&gt;am I&lt;/strike&gt; are they ready to be on their own. They are my babies, after all. The thought of them being out of my supervision makes me want to cry some days and some days I'm ready to toss them out the door. I'm not ready for them to be exposed to things that they would be exposed to in regular school. {And they would go to regular school - I'm not a fan of private schools} Right now, Brock and I are able to expose them to things that we want them exposed to and that is a good thing. It is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; important to me, that my children {no matter their age} be around people that live, think and whose families are different than theirs. I think that&lt;em&gt; is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; like Jesus. Our girls serve with Brock at the Salvation Army. They pack backpacks of food&amp;nbsp;{at our public school}&amp;nbsp;every week for kids who do not have food. They visit nursing homes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They call homeless people "Daddy's friends" because they have seen him care about these people. These are the things that are more important to me than 'school' . .&amp;nbsp; . life experiences that will have a lasting effect on their character. Things that they couldn't learn being in a building for&amp;nbsp;hours a day. Really, it's going to have to come down to a choice for us . . . is shaping their minds, character &amp;amp; heart more important than sending them somewhere that mainly on focus on the mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typed out . . .&amp;nbsp;our choice is pretty clear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVAJ2k1xh9I/AAAAAAAACkM/2R3IN3xVWu8/s1600/IMG_4431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVAJ2k1xh9I/AAAAAAAACkM/2R3IN3xVWu8/s320/IMG_4431.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not typing these thoughts to cause debate or controversy - I'm merely sharing my thoughts on our journey through this stage of life. I hope that there are other homeschooling families or people who are considering homeschool&amp;nbsp;that read this and are encouraged or prodded. I know {and read} of families that are judged &amp;amp; ridiculed for choosing homeschool. We have been very lucky not to have any of that happen to us . . . yet. I'm sure we won't escape it that easily. Homeschooling, for us, is a choice. A sacrifice. Something that we are willing to make happen . . . right now. It is full of ups &amp;amp; a lot&amp;nbsp;of downs . . . of course, on my bad days, &lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/my-motivation-this-morning.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Vodie always puts things in perspective for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;If I could offer any advice {especially for people homeschooling younger children}, it would be this: Relax. That is the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; point in homeschooling - you have the control. It's okay that you don't spend hours a day doing work. It's okay to have hours of play time on some days. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Set small goals &amp;amp; work toward those. If it's a beautiful warm day outside . . . go outside. Explore. Use unusual circumstances as teachable moments. For me, it's so much more than&amp;nbsp;academics . . . I'm teaching, molding &amp;amp; shaping&amp;nbsp;them - hopefully preparing them to be the women &amp;amp; men that God desires them to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;These are my homeschool ramblings for the day. It felt good to unload them - mainly because it encourages me to keep going . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7966152863218383763?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7966152863218383763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/homeschool-ramblings-our-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7966152863218383763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7966152863218383763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/homeschool-ramblings-our-progress.html' title='homeschool ramblings &amp; our progress . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TVAJ1I5H2qI/AAAAAAAACkI/qQEPHIz9VXY/s72-c/IMG_4438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8965992430050745642</id><published>2011-02-02T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:53:22.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>Sophie's look a like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a really random post, but I had to see if you agree . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Soph got her sassy bangs, she has reminded me of some one and&amp;nbsp;I have, for the life of me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not&amp;nbsp;been able to figure out who it is . . . until last week - when it hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looks like a young &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ellen_Pompeo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ellen Pompeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see it? or am I crazy?! Brock even agreed with me. Which really surprised me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TUmB5Kz_myI/AAAAAAAACkE/s0RRm4HwJQE/s1600/collages14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TUmB5Kz_myI/AAAAAAAACkE/s0RRm4HwJQE/s400/collages14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8965992430050745642?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8965992430050745642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/sophies-look-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8965992430050745642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8965992430050745642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/02/sophies-look-like.html' title='Sophie&apos;s look a like'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TUmB5Kz_myI/AAAAAAAACkE/s0RRm4HwJQE/s72-c/collages14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3719053457702059448</id><published>2011-01-31T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:53:46.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Deacon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deacon - our words are not enough to tell you how much we love &amp;amp; enjoy you! Thank you for three great years! Happy 3rd Birthday sweet boy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="&amp;amp;p=d37041aee37576369cc129&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" height="382" name="FLVPlayer" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="LT" scale="noscale" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=d37041aee37576369cc129" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="408" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12px/20px verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; text-align: center; width: 408px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt1" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3719053457702059448?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3719053457702059448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-deacon_31.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3719053457702059448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3719053457702059448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-deacon_31.html' title='Happy Birthday Deacon!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2675637642646095324</id><published>2011-01-28T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:14:42.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>We're so cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's us. The definition of coolness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why, you ask?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because, we have hit it so big that we now have a celebrity couple name . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TUMGbZIF3HI/AAAAAAAACj8/AkAS2--fMRM/s1600/IMG_9554-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TUMGbZIF3HI/AAAAAAAACj8/AkAS2--fMRM/s640/IMG_9554-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wouldn't believe how many people have referred to us as "Beth and Brockany." Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's official. You can now just refer to us as Brockany.&lt;br /&gt;Because . . . we're just cool like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2675637642646095324?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2675637642646095324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/were-so-cool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2675637642646095324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2675637642646095324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/were-so-cool.html' title='We&apos;re so cool'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TUMGbZIF3HI/AAAAAAAACj8/AkAS2--fMRM/s72-c/IMG_9554-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7319877472460382149</id><published>2011-01-24T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T07:41:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>table &amp; hutch inspiration . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TT2avIh0lwI/AAAAAAAACj4/RLWrju3FAS8/s1600/20110110-DSC_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TT2avIh0lwI/AAAAAAAACj4/RLWrju3FAS8/s640/20110110-DSC_0030.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't this the most beautiful, simple, country kitchen that &lt;a href="http://www.gsheller.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Ginny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has over at &lt;a href="http://www.gsheller.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Small Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;absolutely&lt;/em&gt; love it. If we weren't renters, my cabinets would be that color by next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{I'm a little over my white cabinets}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been searching for inspiration for my hutch, table &amp;amp; chairs - I think I've found it&amp;nbsp; . . . that cabinet color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how that natural wood color {on the far right of photo} blends so well with the cabinet color - which is perfect because my two end chairs are this exact wood tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel a project coming on . . . I think I just heard Brock sigh . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7319877472460382149?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7319877472460382149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/table-hutch-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7319877472460382149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7319877472460382149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/table-hutch-inspiration.html' title='table &amp; hutch inspiration . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TT2avIh0lwI/AAAAAAAACj4/RLWrju3FAS8/s72-c/20110110-DSC_0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5842803164313494427</id><published>2011-01-19T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:54:50.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brock'/><title type='text'>ella's date . . .</title><content type='html'>&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;there once was a little princess-&lt;/div&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;who waited patiently {and a little giddy} for her date&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTY3aB4eKDI/AAAAAAAACig/v8AIsCpxK_I/s1600/IMG_5795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; height: 213px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 594px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTY3aB4eKDI/AAAAAAAACig/v8AIsCpxK_I/s640/IMG_5795.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;he brought her a beautiful orange rose -&lt;/div&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;her favorite color, of course&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTY3MdeSsHI/AAAAAAAACic/tG-AwlRSEw8/s1600/IMG_5868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTY3MdeSsHI/AAAAAAAACic/tG-AwlRSEw8/s640/IMG_5868.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;because this date wasn't just some average joe,&lt;/div&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;no . . this date&amp;nbsp; . . he's cut from a different mold&lt;/div&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;he is one of a kind . . . .&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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ella's story {pt. 1}: 'pregnant??!'</title><content type='html'>I realized the other day that this blog was started after my pregnancy &amp;amp; the beginning of Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's lives - so I thought, why not start from the beginning? This blog is, after all, suppose to be the journal of our lives- a way for our children to look back on their childhood &amp;amp; who doesn't want to know how they got here?! So, here's the beginning of Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brock's new job at our church started in July of 2003 but his insurance didn't kick in until January 2004, lucky for us, I had a few extra months of birth control pills, so we &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; we'd be fine. In early January, I had called to set up an appointment with a doctor in our new town, but they were booked for several months, so I thought to myself, it would be okay to wait a few more months &amp;amp; try to reschedule then. Then the end of February rolled around . . . . and I began to feel weird. I've always believed that I have an undiagnosed condition which &lt;i&gt;requires&lt;/i&gt; me to need more sleep than the average person, but I was extremely fatigued all.the.time. Beyond my normal. And then certain body parts began to hurt . . really bad. I tried to ignore it for a few weeks until one night, &amp;nbsp;my curiosity got the best of me, and I googled pregnancy symptoms - just to check, because surely I wasn't pregnant?? We weren't ready to have kids. We had lots of plans. Good plans. Plans that didn't include children. I mean sure, we wanted kids, &lt;i&gt;eventually&lt;/i&gt; . . . but now?? Just 18 months into our marriage, 7 months into a new job &amp;amp; town {state, for that matter} Now? My readings only alluded to the fact that I was indeed pregnant, so on the way home&amp;nbsp;from church that night, we bought 2 pregnancy test &amp;amp; drove home to our tiny little apartment - mostly in silence. I went in the bathroom, alone, did what I had to do &amp;amp; before I could even get my clothes situated back, two &lt;i&gt;bright&lt;/i&gt; pink lines appeared. The conversation in my head went something like this . . &amp;nbsp;'The box says it should take up to 3 minutes, so of course, that one had to be defective, right?! Yeah, let's try the other one, it should work right. . . . ' Round 2. Same thing. Two &lt;i&gt;bright&lt;/i&gt; pink lines appeared faster than I could flush. At this point, I don't remember much. I think I went into shock. I have always wanted children, but in that moment, I was completely and totally numb. I {we} were not ready for this.&lt;br /&gt;I was already crying when I walked out to Brock- he spent the next few minutes looking at the test &amp;amp; reading over the box again . . .but there was no denying it. On March 10, 2004 we found out that we were going to be parents - whether we were ready or not.&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTSVN8BXH2I/AAAAAAAACiY/ErjXmd8__ro/s1600/IMG_5860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTSVN8BXH2I/AAAAAAAACiY/ErjXmd8__ro/s640/IMG_5860.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first doctor's appointment on March 26. All test &amp;amp; blood work were normal- we even got to have an ultrasound . . . and there it was. That moment we needed. The moment when we saw our 'baby.' It was a moment that I'll never forget - because in that moment, I wasn't worried or scared . . . I was humbled and happy. God had chosen to &lt;i&gt;let&lt;/i&gt; us be parents and I was grateful. The 'baby' was measuring at 8 weeks gestation &amp;amp; our due date was set for November 11th. We left &amp;amp; went to lunch and marveled at our little blurry, black &amp;amp; white photo of our little bean. Such a cute little bean. After that point, when the reality of it all began to sink in, we weren't as scared anymore. Sure, there were still moments when we wondered how we would make it . . . but we knew we'd be fine. We even began early on talking about names and nursery decor and strollers. At the end of May {14 weeks}, Brock's brother was graduating high school, so we made the trip back home &amp;nbsp;for a long weekend and planned an appointment with Janine, {family friend} who was an ultrasound tech - she was going to do an ultrasound for us so my Mom 'could see the baby . . . '&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know how that afternoon would, once again, change our lives . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4199876159981839078?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4199876159981839078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/sophie-ellas-story-pt-1-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4199876159981839078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4199876159981839078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/sophie-ellas-story-pt-1-pregnant.html' title='sophie &amp; ella&apos;s story {pt. 1}: &apos;pregnant??!&apos;'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTSVN8BXH2I/AAAAAAAACiY/ErjXmd8__ro/s72-c/IMG_5860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3521271462235643726</id><published>2011-01-17T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:51:21.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon'/><title type='text'>fluffy pillows . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deacon has a birthday coming soon! He will be 3 - which makes me sad. He is still my baby. With his birthday being so close to Christmas, there is rarely anything that he really needs for his birthday- so this year, he's getting new bedding for his new big boy bed.&amp;nbsp;{&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Circo-Team-Spirit-Quilt-Set/dp/B0026HAB7M/ref=br_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Circo%20Team%20Spirit%20Quilt%20Set&amp;amp;node=682620011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchView=list&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-6&amp;amp;qid=1294868964&amp;amp;rh=target_com_category-bin%3AQuilts&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice%2Cnumber_of_pieces%2Cpattern_name-bin&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1://www.target.com/Circo-Team-Spirit-Quilt-Set/dp/B0026HAB7M/ref=br_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Circo%20Team%20Spirit%20Quilt%20Set&amp;amp;node=682620011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchView=list&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-6&amp;amp;qid=1294868964&amp;amp;rh=target_com_category-bin%3AQuilts&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice%2Cnumber_of_pieces%2Cpattern_name-bin&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=http://www.target.com/Circo-Team-Spirit-Quilt-Set/dp/B0026HAB7M/ref=br_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Circo%20Team%20Spirit%20Quilt%20Set&amp;amp;node=682620011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchView=list&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-6&amp;amp;qid=1294868964&amp;amp;rh=target_com_category-bin%3AQuilts&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice%2Cnumber_of_pieces%2Cpattern_name-bin&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;bedding, in fact and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Circo-Chenille-Boy-Rug-30x50/dp/B002177IVE/ref=br_1_20?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Circo%20Chenille%20Boy%20Rug%2030x50&amp;amp;node=1261858011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchView=list&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-20&amp;amp;qid=1294869576&amp;amp;rh=target_com_primary_color-bin%3AOrange%7Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%3AGray&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Ctarget_com_gender-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to go with it . &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;. you know, just in case you&amp;nbsp;wanted to know for any reason ;) }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The other day, he &amp;amp; I were laying in my bed . . . well, I was laying, he was rolling around in my pillows {yes, I have like 12 pillows on my bed} when I said, "You know, for your birthday, Mommy is getting you new bedding . . I'll get you some new fluffy pillows too &amp;amp; you can roll around in &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; bed!" Without missing a beat, he responds "Nope, that's okay, I don't need new ones, I'll just roll in Mommy's!" &amp;nbsp;Deacon, can you please just stop growing . . . right now . . . just stay this age forever . . . pretty please??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTOC1qeAUbI/AAAAAAAACiU/iqAnl-Bl50o/s1600/IMG_4440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTOC1qeAUbI/AAAAAAAACiU/iqAnl-Bl50o/s640/IMG_4440.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3521271462235643726?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3521271462235643726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/fluffy-pillows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3521271462235643726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3521271462235643726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/fluffy-pillows.html' title='fluffy pillows . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TTOC1qeAUbI/AAAAAAAACiU/iqAnl-Bl50o/s72-c/IMG_4440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1154672073232074294</id><published>2011-01-13T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:37:11.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>non-resolutions . . .</title><content type='html'>There is something about January that just beckons for new. Maybe it's the fact that the house seems so bare &amp;amp; fresh. Maybe it's that you've been around your family &amp;amp; you realize that something has to change. {just joking . . . } Maybe it's that in the last month you have eaten your entire body weight in finger foods, desserts &amp;amp; Christmas&amp;nbsp;cookies. Whatever the reason,&amp;nbsp;change &amp;amp; new are good things. They often bring&amp;nbsp;better - a goodness that we didn't even know was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, a big&amp;nbsp;change that we are embarking on is that of the &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; we eat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We're not diving into some dead end dieting plan or&amp;nbsp;the the whole 'organic, wheat grass, tofu' movement-&amp;nbsp;for us, it's about being aware of what we are eating &amp;amp; what we are feeding our children.&amp;nbsp;Simply put, most of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;'food' that we all&amp;nbsp;eat isn't really food at all. It's very surprising to read exactly what is in the items we purchase at the grocery. Shocking, really. We're out to get back to the basics of nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of my new&lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, we have already began this adventure &amp;amp; it has been so good for our family. The coolest part for me is that last week, when I went to the store, I bought all we would need for meals, snacks, etc {and probably spent more $ than I should have} but then on Monday morning, we got 8 inches of snow {and where we live, that's enough&amp;nbsp;to stop the world in motion!} and were stuck home for 3 days straight. And you know what . . . we had plenty of food. Good food. &lt;em&gt;Real food&lt;/em&gt;. We still have so much leftover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, beyond the healthy benefits of this, it's showing me that when we are aware of where we are putting our money for food, it seems that the Lord has stretched it &amp;amp; made it last. Does that make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course, by no means, means that we won't still eat out or eat processed food occasionally or that I&amp;nbsp; won't let my kids enjoy candy &amp;amp; sugary stuff. It means it will be in moderation. It will be a privilege instead of an expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started some reorganizing in our kitchen &amp;amp; home {I hope to extend this past the food &amp;amp; into the way we clean &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;do day to day life as well}&amp;nbsp;to help better equip us for this change. You know me, I don't pass up an opportunity to organize anything! I'll be sharing {pictures}&amp;nbsp;about that stuff very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1154672073232074294?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1154672073232074294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/non-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1154672073232074294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1154672073232074294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2011/01/non-resolutions.html' title='non-resolutions . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5034374937037342787</id><published>2011-01-10T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:33:52.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>what you do on snowdays . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't planning on posting until after we were through with the holidays, but I felt like I needed to share this.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TRqU1sr3ECI/AAAAAAAACfs/OIMNvfC1IwA/s1600/4314555071_7e05b15198_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TRqU1sr3ECI/AAAAAAAACfs/OIMNvfC1IwA/s200/4314555071_7e05b15198_o.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeingraceblog.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="life in grace" height="200" src="http://www.lifeingraceblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/button.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;This is my blog mentor {and someone who I so wish I knew in 'real' life}.Her name is Edie.&amp;nbsp;Her blog has inspired me. It has made me laugh. It has given great ideas for homeschooling and many home decor ideas. If there was ever anyone I've read who seem to enjoy 'home' the way it should be, she is it.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;One the Tuesday before Christmas, during the night, Edie, her husband &amp;amp; their children escaped their home {without a scratch} to turn &amp;amp; watch it burn to the ground. A home that they had recently purchased &amp;amp; remodeled. &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;I've never met Edie. {although I'd really love to!} but I can at least pass on her story &amp;amp; ask you to pray for her family.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-492873310439237862?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/492873310439237862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/life-in-grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/492873310439237862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/492873310439237862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/life-in-grace.html' title='life in grace . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TRqU1sr3ECI/AAAAAAAACfs/OIMNvfC1IwA/s72-c/4314555071_7e05b15198_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4471492749762103580</id><published>2010-12-21T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T05:21:00.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you next year . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Were you 'that' kid in school who always said that to your friends the day before Christmas break??! ha! I'll be stepping away from the blog for the holidays &amp;amp; enjoying every single&amp;nbsp;fun.exciting.crazy.memorable.﻿moments of the next weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;From our family to yours . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TRAeCtb5YoI/AAAAAAAACfc/09J_uj4u5JQ/s1600/IMG_5253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TRAeCtb5YoI/AAAAAAAACfc/09J_uj4u5JQ/s640/IMG_5253.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;See you next year!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{sorry, I couldn't resist!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4471492749762103580?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4471492749762103580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/see-you-next-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4471492749762103580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4471492749762103580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/see-you-next-year.html' title='see you next year . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TRAeCtb5YoI/AAAAAAAACfc/09J_uj4u5JQ/s72-c/IMG_5253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1665378326602497020</id><published>2010-12-18T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:47:03.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soul stir . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;song &lt;em&gt;O&amp;nbsp;Holy Night,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite Christmas songs. The words are so rich that it will often stir&amp;nbsp;my soul each time I hear&amp;nbsp;it - and that is just the adapted version {aka easier for us to sing version} After reading it from it's original translation, I am certain it is my absolute&amp;nbsp;favorite.&amp;nbsp;It was written in French in the mid 1800's . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;this is the literal English translation . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Midnight, Christians, it is the solemn hour,&lt;br /&gt;When God-man descended to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;To erase the stain of original sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And to end the wrath of His Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The entire world thrills with hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;On this night that gives it a Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;People kneel down, wait for your deliverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas, Christmas, here is the Redeemer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;May the ardent light of our Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Guide us all to the cradle of the infant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As in ancient times a brilliant star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Guided the Oriental kings there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The King of Kings was born in a humble manger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O mighty ones of today, proud of your greatness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It is to your pride that God preaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bow your heads before the Redeemer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bow your heads before the Redeemer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Redeemer has overcome every obstacle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Earth is free, and Heaven is open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;He sees a brother where there was only a slave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Love unites those that iron had chained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who will tell Him of our gratitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;For all of us He is born, He suffers and dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;People stand up! Sing of your deliverance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas, Christmas, sing of the Redeemer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1665378326602497020?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1665378326602497020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/soul-stir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1665378326602497020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1665378326602497020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/soul-stir.html' title='soul stir . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6708980774959291195</id><published>2010-12-17T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:36:12.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the outs . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In these times, we are all looking for ways to cut cost - for us, it was Christmas cards this year. I sent a few homemade cards&amp;nbsp;out {to immediate family &amp;amp; close friends} but that was it. It totalled $20 . . . pretty cheap, huh?!&amp;nbsp;And that got me thinking . . . with blogs &amp;amp; facebook, is there really a need for Christmas cards anymore? With the intro of the blogging world &amp;amp; facebook, it is so convenient to keep up with everyone, that its seems to me the Christmas card may be on the outs. Any thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regardless, here's our card from this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{which I designed myself, thank you very much! :) }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TQwcIs0GmBI/AAAAAAAACfY/oOj4SonHh4M/s1600/collages28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TQwcIs0GmBI/AAAAAAAACfY/oOj4SonHh4M/s640/collages28.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6708980774959291195?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6708980774959291195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/homemade-christmas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6708980774959291195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6708980774959291195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/homemade-christmas.html' title='on the outs . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TQwcIs0GmBI/AAAAAAAACfY/oOj4SonHh4M/s72-c/collages28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-9128551704874313762</id><published>2010-12-15T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T20:19:25.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Today, we spent the day baking . . . well, the girls &amp;amp; I did, Deacon was busy sneaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;M&amp;amp;M's from the bag . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TQmQsSXfPzI/AAAAAAAACec/g4nh4KQAvtM/s1600/collages7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TQmQsSXfPzI/AAAAAAAACec/g4nh4KQAvtM/s640/collages7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;We made lots of Monster cookies! These are the most delicious cookies- my sister-in-law shared the recipe with me several years ago . . . now I'm passing along the love . . .&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monster Cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;1/2 C butter;soften&lt;/div&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;1 C sugar&lt;/div&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;1 C plus 2 tsp. packed brown sugar&lt;/div&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;2 C peanut butter&lt;/div&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;3 large eggs&lt;/div&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;1 tsp. light corn syrup&lt;/div&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;1/4 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;/div&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;4 1/2 C oats&lt;/div&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;2 tsp. baking soda&lt;/div&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;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/div&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;1 C M&amp;amp;M's&lt;/div&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;1 C semi-sweet chocolate chips&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Beat butter at medium with mixer until creamy&lt;/div&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;Add sugars; beat well&lt;/div&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;Add peanut butter &amp;amp; next 3 ingredients; beat well&lt;/div&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;Stir in&amp;nbsp;oats, baking soda, M&amp;amp;M's &amp;amp; chocolate chips; stir well {batter will be firm}&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Drop onto greased&amp;nbsp;cooking sheet&amp;nbsp;or stone&lt;/div&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;Bake at 375 for 12-15 mins &lt;/div&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;Cool slightly on sheet; move to rack&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;enjoy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-9128551704874313762?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/9128551704874313762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/cookies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/9128551704874313762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/9128551704874313762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/cookies.html' title='cookies . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TQmQsSXfPzI/AAAAAAAACec/g4nh4KQAvtM/s72-c/collages7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8312293660705669755</id><published>2010-12-13T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:53:45.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna be fashion queen . . .</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not {at all} a fashion expert, but I do think I have a 'sense of style.' I love basics. Anybody can look good in basics. In fact, almost every fashion tip show that you watch will almost always focus on basics.&amp;nbsp;I'm also learning that part of fashion, is just having the confidence to wear what you are wearing confidently. It's the best accessory. In no particular order . . . here are my top must haves . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;1} black cardigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longcardigan.org/images/park_vogel_long_cardigan_black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://www.longcardigan.org/images/park_vogel_long_cardigan_black.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everybody.should.have.a.black.cardigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine is about 3 years old, it's faded, but I love it. I have looked several times for a new one, but I just love the way mine fits so much- I'm not buying a new one until I find one that fits just like this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously- they're cheap &amp;amp; convenient. Go get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2} maternity tank top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep, even if you're not pregnant. why?? because they are long. everyone knows someone who's shirts or sweaters always sit just a little too high, right? Don't be that person! Layer it up w/ a long, tank underneath- by 'lengthing' your look it will make you appear longer &amp;amp; leaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{I buy mine in the maternity section @ Target}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;3} large round earrings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wowphilippines.com/catalog/images/big_round_earrings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" n4="true" src="http://www.wowphilippines.com/catalog/images/big_round_earrings.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;preferable in this color. goes with everything. spices up a plain outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4} scarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.omiru.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/ae-multi-check-scarf_112308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" n4="true" src="http://www.omiru.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/ae-multi-check-scarf_112308.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again . . . adds so much to a basic outfit. so cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;5} head gear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paper boy hats. knit beanies. fabric headbands/scarfs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{necessity for greasy hair days!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;6} mascara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yo8Oi5SSd-gmfM:http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv268/astheygrowup/Covergirl-Lashblast-Fusion.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yo8Oi5SSd-gmfM:http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv268/astheygrowup/Covergirl-Lashblast-Fusion.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;preferable this one. best mascara ever!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mascara goes a loooonnnggg way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh . . so do waxed eye brows!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mascara: use it! waxed eyebrows: do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;7} white v neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dflyRBA5JCg/Sfk_HPdYSlI/AAAAAAAACBc/eC1XXGh2yCY/s400/Basic+V-Neck+Pocket+Tee+White.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dflyRBA5JCg/Sfk_HPdYSlI/AAAAAAAACBc/eC1XXGh2yCY/s320/Basic+V-Neck+Pocket+Tee+White.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm a sucker for vintage fit tees. these are so versatile. dress them up or dress them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's just watch the cleavage, 'kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;8} goodwill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://houndsgood.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Goodwill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://houndsgood.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Goodwill.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fashion doesn't have to be expensive. shop here. see what you can find . . . you may be surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;9} never. ever. nope. nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkFIPLIOGL8/SUWwWEWzF6I/AAAAAAAAbr8/Vp4NnH1lvKA/s400/ugly-santa-christmas-sweater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bkFIPLIOGL8/SUWwWEWzF6I/AAAAAAAAbr8/Vp4NnH1lvKA/s320/ugly-santa-christmas-sweater.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Got any fashion tips? Do share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8312293660705669755?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8312293660705669755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/wanna-be-fashion-queen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8312293660705669755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8312293660705669755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/wanna-be-fashion-queen.html' title='wanna be fashion queen . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dflyRBA5JCg/Sfk_HPdYSlI/AAAAAAAACBc/eC1XXGh2yCY/s72-c/Basic+V-Neck+Pocket+Tee+White.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8746633703332924327</id><published>2010-12-07T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T05:12:00.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vagabonds became prophets . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Word became flesh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Light shined through the darkness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope rattled through earthen cages &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Grace descended like a dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Word became flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Strangers became children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vagabonds became prophets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The poor were blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Word became flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Wisdom put skin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Evil crushed under a baby’s heel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Salvation heard in a baby’s cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Word became flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A screaming whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A silenced cymbal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A rose with a crown of thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Word became flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tyranny gave way to truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Progress nauseated by perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Demons shuddered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Word became flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The world called him Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus called the world His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;The Word calls to us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This a poem that my husband wrote a couple of weeks ago for Christmas. The passage from John chapter 1, is one of my favorites in the Christmas season. {It's actually the verse that my girls are memorizing this week}&amp;nbsp;While driving home from dinner tonight, Brock &amp;amp; I were talking about one of my favorite lines in the poem: &lt;em&gt;Vagabonds became&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;prophets&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I love this line because it reminds me of the multi-faceted way that Christ birth changed the world. The moment Jesus was born the voices of thousands of prophets and martyrs were validated. We talked about how for hundreds of years people had thought of these men as lunatics. They were crazy, religious extremist who talked about things to come . . . . but nothing ever came. For years. Hundreds of years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then one night, in a small town, a teenage girl gave birth and in that moment . . . . Validation. All their dreams. Their writings. Their countless moments when {I'm sure} they second guessed everything they had ever said were fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Critics are silenced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Word had became flesh and He was about to change the world. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then Brock said something that took my breath . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;That's exactly what it will be like when He comes again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This Christmas season rest in the fact that the Word did become flesh. He made His dwelling among us. He has validated everything the Prophets of old told us about. And one day, He will come back and our message will be . . .&amp;nbsp; validated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8746633703332924327?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8746633703332924327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/vagabonds-became-prophets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8746633703332924327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8746633703332924327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/vagabonds-became-prophets.html' title='vagabonds became prophets . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6996675778453310319</id><published>2010-12-02T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T10:55:11.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great marriage series . .  .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blog&amp;nbsp;friend, &lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;Courtney &lt;/a&gt;{ok, so we're not really 'friends' but I so wish we were} is doing an a.m.a.z.i.n.g. series on the "M word" {Marriage} on her blog. So far, it has been full of wisdom, humor, advice &amp;amp; freedoms. No matter what state your marriage is in, it would well worth your time to read them . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Part 2 &amp;amp; 3&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;my favorties so far!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Talking about the 'M' word series at &lt;a href="http://storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;storinguptreasures.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2010/11/talking-about-m-word.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2010/11/talking-about-m-word-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2010/11/talking-about-m-word-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2010/11/talking-about-m-word-part-3.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6996675778453310319?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6996675778453310319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/great-marriage-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6996675778453310319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6996675778453310319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/12/great-marriage-series.html' title='great marriage series . .  .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5316089421430308520</id><published>2010-11-30T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T05:58:00.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays @ the tharpe home . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's my absolute favorite time of the year &amp;amp; I love decorating for it! Here's a little peek into our home in no particular order . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoC55mS2I/AAAAAAAACdw/ry296CF15qk/s1600/collages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoC55mS2I/AAAAAAAACdw/ry296CF15qk/s640/collages.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoNeEMIMI/AAAAAAAACd4/BAOTgIpoVyE/s1600/collages3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoNeEMIMI/AAAAAAAACd4/BAOTgIpoVyE/s640/collages3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;A lady in our church has handmade each of our children's stockings. I also love my nativity, which was given to me by a dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoO_HLakI/AAAAAAAACeA/gvPPiUx_Peo/s1600/collages6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoO_HLakI/AAAAAAAACeA/gvPPiUx_Peo/s640/collages6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this 'beans in a jar' idea on another blog {which I can not remember-so just know it &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; my idea!} I had pinto beans in there for the fall &amp;amp; switched to northern beans for Christmas decor. {fyi: if you use them near a sink &amp;amp; have small children be advised that you may come home from being out of town to a bean sprouting up from your sink drain}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoPcNkXSI/AAAAAAAACeE/7NPnfXKIXPI/s1600/nov2010_014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoPcNkXSI/AAAAAAAACeE/7NPnfXKIXPI/s640/nov2010_014.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just googled &amp;amp; downloaded this silhouette last year . . . I love this. One of my favorite pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoQAKRTiI/AAAAAAAACeI/fpp3zqGnUuo/s1600/nov2010_103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoQAKRTiI/AAAAAAAACeI/fpp3zqGnUuo/s640/nov2010_103.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obvious. oh, almost forgot . . . look just above the tree in the middle of the door frame . . . know what that is? yep, mistletoe! It grows in our trees! We've already been sharing lots of kisses :) The girls thought this was the coolest thing ever - they will stand under it &amp;amp; yell for Brock until he comes to give them a kiss.&lt;/div&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoMRIjcNI/AAAAAAAACd0/wXEuct7aQOw/s1600/collages2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoMRIjcNI/AAAAAAAACd0/wXEuct7aQOw/s640/collages2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoOIv_-lI/AAAAAAAACd8/d5Dzfao6_dg/s1600/collages5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoOIv_-lI/AAAAAAAACd8/d5Dzfao6_dg/s640/collages5.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRsk__4bBI/AAAAAAAACeQ/Y9XuK4iJm9A/s1600/collages4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRsk__4bBI/AAAAAAAACeQ/Y9XuK4iJm9A/s640/collages4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Those are cheap-o Glad candles {because I refuse to pay crazy prices for something that you burn!} but they aren't the cutest, so I wrapped&amp;nbsp;some burlap around them &amp;amp; secured w/ hot glue &amp;amp; jute twine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The outside is still in process. . . so I'll share that soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happpy decking the halls!!!!&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5316089421430308520?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5316089421430308520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/holidays-tharpe-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5316089421430308520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5316089421430308520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/holidays-tharpe-home.html' title='holidays @ the tharpe home . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPRoC55mS2I/AAAAAAAACdw/ry296CF15qk/s72-c/collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1308896613053163280</id><published>2010-11-29T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T05:57:00.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever feel like the only nut around . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPMWnT-hiUI/AAAAAAAACdc/DSXBl86gkJU/s1600/IMG_5187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPMWnT-hiUI/AAAAAAAACdc/DSXBl86gkJU/s640/IMG_5187.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures from around our holiday house coming tomorrow! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1308896613053163280?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1308896613053163280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/ever-feel-like-only-nut-around.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1308896613053163280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1308896613053163280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/ever-feel-like-only-nut-around.html' title='ever feel like the only nut around . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TPMWnT-hiUI/AAAAAAAACdc/DSXBl86gkJU/s72-c/IMG_5187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2974507637007400881</id><published>2010-11-19T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:48:00.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaves . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXl0sR3vsI/AAAAAAAACdI/AUsd2VRrH1Q/s1600/nov2010+064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXl0sR3vsI/AAAAAAAACdI/AUsd2VRrH1Q/s640/nov2010+064.jpg" width="640" /&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXmAdZLDpI/AAAAAAAACdM/zFjHXUIXHKw/s1600/nov2010+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXmAdZLDpI/AAAAAAAACdM/zFjHXUIXHKw/s640/nov2010+073.jpg" width="426" /&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXmIF-DIuI/AAAAAAAACdQ/GJTD8QEivAY/s1600/nov2010+078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXmIF-DIuI/AAAAAAAACdQ/GJTD8QEivAY/s640/nov2010+078.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXmOvCpGOI/AAAAAAAACdU/N1KMwd4nJNc/s1600/nov2010+083_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXmOvCpGOI/AAAAAAAACdU/N1KMwd4nJNc/s640/nov2010+083_picnik.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2974507637007400881?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2974507637007400881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/leaves.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2974507637007400881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2974507637007400881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/leaves.html' title='leaves . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TOXl0sR3vsI/AAAAAAAACdI/AUsd2VRrH1Q/s72-c/nov2010+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2364822470750031003</id><published>2010-11-16T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:54:35.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Santa isn't real. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://javaline.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/santa-claus-chimney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" px="true" src="http://javaline.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/santa-claus-chimney.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but Jesus is!" This is what a little boy that I used to babysit said to me years ago. I remember in that very moment thinking that was exactly what I wanted my kids to say. It made that much of an impression on me. I was very happy when Brock &amp;amp; I talked about this issue when we had kids &amp;amp; he was on the same page. So, here at the Tharpe house, we don't 'do' Santa. He isn't the guy that comes in our house {well, actually my parents house since we are always in TN for Christmas} and leaves presents. Here's a few reasons why . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's creepy! Come on, a&amp;nbsp;old man who 'watches' them all year long to see if they are being 'naughty or nice' . . really?? That's what you want&amp;nbsp;kids to think about??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It's the exact opposite of the Gospel. This ' if you are good, than you get what you want' mentality is the exact.complete. polar. opposite of the teachings of Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I've also&amp;nbsp;heard of families who will actually stop giving their kids gifts when they 'stop believing in Santa' . . seriously?! &lt;em&gt;That's just mean&lt;/em&gt;. When I think about how fragile faith is, it seems wrong to teach kids this . . . as they grow, if God isn't giving them what they want, will they stop believing in Him too? Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who love our kids spend their time &amp;amp; their money to get them a gift &amp;amp; I want my children to be thankful to that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, having said all of that . . . we&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have Santa as a part of our Christmas. Our children know him as a character.&amp;nbsp;We compare him to Peter, Susan, Edmond &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Lucy or any other fictional character they would read about in a book. He&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; a part of Christmas- he just isn't a real person. We have told them that not everyone thinks this way &amp;amp; that it's up to kids parents to tell them if they want to. They love visiting him at the mall &amp;amp; singing silly Christmas songs about him. &lt;em&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; possible to teach your kids to enjoy the character of who Santa is at Christmas time&amp;nbsp;without them actually believing in Santa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not&amp;nbsp;trying to make this a huge issue or debate, I'm just sharing my thoughts &amp;amp; maybe even encouraging some other parents out there who&amp;nbsp;feel pressured. I know I would have felted very encouraged had I read something like this when I was a young parent. Christmas is my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;absolute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; favorite time of the year. I love everything about it - the decorating, the gift shopping {making}, the baking, the crafts, the gatherings . . .you get the point. But, I would be doing my children an injustice if that is all they thought about Christmas . . . I'm glad that they know &lt;em&gt;'Santa isn't real . . . but Jesus is&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2364822470750031003?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2364822470750031003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/santa-isnt-real.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2364822470750031003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2364822470750031003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/santa-isnt-real.html' title='&apos;Santa isn&apos;t real. . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-4233536065487395880</id><published>2010-11-09T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:42:59.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>discoveries of the day . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk71/passionate4orphans/discoverybutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Joining &lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt; in sharing my own discoveries from the past couple of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;weeks&amp;nbsp;. .&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;1} Discovered that my house feels soooo much cleaner when the floors are clean. Now, if only somebody would come &amp;amp; clean them each week??!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;2} Discovered {under my large dresser, that is actually my kitchen island} a hard boiled egg. Please don't even ask how long it has been there.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;3} Discovered that unhooking the cable from the tv at night, makes for a much better morning at our house.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;4} Discovered that Sponge Bob is a gross cartoon.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;5} Discovered &lt;a href="http://www.heavenlyhomemakers.com/"&gt;Heavenly Homakers&lt;/a&gt; and it has changed my life! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;6} Discovered that I get &lt;em&gt;incredibly&lt;/em&gt; homesick has soon as the leaves start changing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;7} Discovered that I am so still&amp;nbsp;madly in love with my husband and grateful everyday that he is mine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;8} Discovered Fudge Mint Oreos. This was a bad discovery.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;9} Discovered Mocha Frappuccinos. Also, a bad discovery.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;10} Discovered that Sophie can totally rock some sassy, fashion bangs.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;11} Discovered that Ella is a math genius. Definitely from her Dad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;12} Discovered that I love listing my discoveries . . . . &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2010/11/discoveries-of-day.html"&gt;Join in&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-4233536065487395880?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/4233536065487395880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/discoveries-of-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4233536065487395880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/4233536065487395880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/11/discoveries-of-day.html' title='discoveries of the day . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8444413540720907849</id><published>2010-10-31T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:03:55.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;happy halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8444413540720907849?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8444413540720907849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8444413540720907849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8444413540720907849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TM4tlPRX7SI/AAAAAAAACb8/ckMye-hVHnE/s72-c/fall2010+401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5690123597350788409</id><published>2010-10-21T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:08:24.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the next few days . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be here . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5690123597350788409?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5690123597350788409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/for-next-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5690123597350788409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5690123597350788409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/for-next-few-days.html' title='for the next few days . . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TMBzFY0AVrI/AAAAAAAACbo/GW0-r_rvR9w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2378211117372184317</id><published>2010-10-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T06:00:11.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the new normal . . .</title><content type='html'>I revisited my MySpace page recently {to finally shut it down- I'm mean really, who uses MySpace anymore??!} I read over my old journal entry to keep the ones I wanted &amp;amp; came across this one. I wrote this when my girls were about 10 months old - It still comforts me &amp;amp; reassures me . . . and it makes me laugh. {I promise I'm not as crazy these days- ha! I think I'm starting to get this motherhood thing down quite well . . . ;) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Here's the original entry from MySpace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this old journal entry from a few years ago. Neat to look back on your own thoughts. (Funny that I use Paul, considering I'm not a big Paul fan these days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians5 - If we are out of our mind, it is for the sake of God; if we are in our right mind, it is for you 14For Christ's love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. 15And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view. Though we once regarded Christ in this way, we do so no longer. 17Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest struggles I've had since my daughters were born, actually since the beginning of my pregnancy, has been my ability to spend time in the Word and in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hearing other women talk about how much pregnancy and motherhood changes not only their lives as a whole, but it especially takes a tremendous toll on the mental state of a woman. Before my pregnancy, I was in the middle of writing my first bible study for young women. Brock, myself and several of our youth were leading monthly Sunday night services. I was able to advise the youth by reciting scripture to encourage them. And most importantly, I was able to be the wife that my husband needs--- physically, mentally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it has been extremely important for Brock and myself to maintain a sense of normal in our home, one thing about parenthood that has completely blindsided us has been the unstable state&amp;nbsp;of my mentality and the fact the he was totally unprepared to handle it. Don't get me wrong, he has be more patient and loving then most men would be, but I know it takes its toll on him. My feelings of being inadequate have made some moments in our home unbearable. Since our pregnancy was unplanned, I was no where near being mentally ready to handle the changes that parenthood brings. I have lost the mind of my old self and replaced it with a mind that is consumed with feeding schedules, diaper changes and laundry piles. I have been overwhelmed at the roles that I now play the lead in. In a moment of sanity the other day, I recalled a comment I heard a speaker&amp;nbsp;say several years ago. While I was not a mother at the time, his words have brought about freedom in my life this week and ultimately has changed the way I look at my roles as a wife, mother and minister. While speaking to our church back home,&amp;nbsp;he told the mothers in the audience to, " look for God in the diaper." After his comment, many in the congregation laughed, but I now know that many mothers in that audience probably felt a sense of relief and encouragement in that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, as a mother I pray consistently for my girls and their days with me, but I rarely find the time to have long, intimate talks with my Father. Some days I can catch up on some reading, just before a baby wakes, but some days I can't. I can, on a good day, fit in a phone conversation to encourage a friend, but most days I have to let the voicemail&amp;nbsp;get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom that I have found in Neil's comment is that I can't always be the minister to others that I want to be, but I can be the exact mother &amp;amp; wife that I am suppose to be. So now, I see God in the diaper. I see God in the bottle. I see God in the bath tub. I see God in chubby little hands. I see God in little feet. I see God in a toothless smile and hear Him in a magical giggle. I see God in big blue eyes, and I see God in the refection in those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 Corinthians, chapter 5 , Paul writes , that if we are out of our minds, it is for the sake of Christ and later goes on to say, that we no longer live for ourselves. While I know that Paul's words were not intended to be used as encouragement for motherhood, I could not help but feel the peace of the holy spirit while reading these verses. What a sober thought. During the day, when I am at my wits ends with caring for my two busy bodies, it is for the sake of Christ. I have four little curious eyes watching my every move, hearing my every word, and reflecting my every action. If I am out of my mind, it is because I am concerned with Sophie and Ella's well being and nurturing them into the girls and women they are meant to be. As a priest, my "flock" , are two chubby ten month olds and I am to do everything in my power to tend, protect, and unconditionally love them. In our home, the old has definitely gone, and while that means giving up sacred long naps, the new is well worth the sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2378211117372184317?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2378211117372184317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/new-normal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2378211117372184317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2378211117372184317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/new-normal.html' title='the new normal . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-104870429904894624</id><published>2010-10-12T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T05:44:00.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a dream . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little over nine years ago, I had a dream. I was standing in a line at the mall. I walked up to the register, put my hand on the counter &amp;amp; noticed a huge diamond ring on my left hand. Before I could succumb to the confusion,&amp;nbsp;I felt a hand on my shoulder-when I turned around, it was my &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;, Brock. He looked right in my eyes and said, "I can't believe you did this when you knew you were suppose to marry me." and then . . . I woke up. That was it. That was all&amp;nbsp;I got - but that was enough. I knew, in that moment, that one day I would be Mrs. Brock Tharpe.&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLNe7AKfasI/AAAAAAAACaE/cBKb5Xn7cY4/s1600/fall2010+382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLNe7AKfasI/AAAAAAAACaE/cBKb5Xn7cY4/s640/fall2010+382.jpg" width="606" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turns out, I was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A year later . . . I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brock, thank you for asking {telling} me to be your wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together we have done more than we ever could have done apart - including bringing three little people into the world. I am grateful everyday that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are my partner through this life journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are still my dream come true . . . and I love waking up to you every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy anniversary and many more to come . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-104870429904894624?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/104870429904894624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/104870429904894624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/104870429904894624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/i-had-dream.html' title='i had a dream . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLNe7AKfasI/AAAAAAAACaE/cBKb5Xn7cY4/s72-c/fall2010+382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7068480912708320298</id><published>2010-10-11T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T05:00:08.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>partay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie &amp;amp; Ella had a fantastic birthday party THANKS to all our special friends &amp;amp; family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a few pictures from all the fun {and thanks to my sister.in.law, Sara, for taking pictures and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;letting me enjoy the party}&lt;/div&gt;&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs-rla3zI/AAAAAAAACaA/tW0qRUzqLWU/s1600/collage9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs-rla3zI/AAAAAAAACaA/tW0qRUzqLWU/s640/collage9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Our girls are so very blessed with so many people who love them like family. I hope they realize, as they grow how lucky they are.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs9t8Ym9I/AAAAAAAACZ8/iUH8YttX1QM/s1600/collage8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs9t8Ym9I/AAAAAAAACZ8/iUH8YttX1QM/s640/collage8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, my favorite part was all the decor &amp;amp; planning - though I'm debating on going simpler next year as the added stress is so not necessary {I'm pretty sure I just heard Brock say 'Amen' as I typed those words}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs8ugGTrI/AAAAAAAACZ4/BitxoovocOQ/s1600/collage7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs8ugGTrI/AAAAAAAACZ4/BitxoovocOQ/s640/collage7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;I've always made a big deal out of my girls birthday- With multiples, you have to &lt;strong&gt;celebrate&lt;/strong&gt; that you've made it another year &amp;amp; everyone survived! Thanks to everyone who came &amp;amp; gifted -&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; made it a great day.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;sidenote: Sorry for the blog absence; this past week was too busy &amp;amp; I've missed blogging! How do you other blogging moms&amp;nbsp;balance family, home&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; blogging?? I've thought about scheduling different night as blogging nights &amp;amp; other nights as no computer nights . . . Any advice welcomed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7068480912708320298?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7068480912708320298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/partay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7068480912708320298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7068480912708320298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/partay.html' title='partay!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TLJs-rla3zI/AAAAAAAACaA/tW0qRUzqLWU/s72-c/collage9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1742830856748784595</id><published>2010-10-04T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:00:00.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;. . Sophie and Ella! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Six years ago, you changed our lives forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;You are turning into little women right before our eyes - how we wish we could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;just freeze you in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Happy Birthday, sweet girls . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TKk6o7avxcI/AAAAAAAACZ0/Air9v1saJcA/s640/girlsbdayblog.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/div&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;{riding one of their gifts from Pop &amp;amp; YaYa! - Party pictures coming soon!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1742830856748784595?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1742830856748784595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1742830856748784595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1742830856748784595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TKk6o7avxcI/AAAAAAAACZ0/Air9v1saJcA/s72-c/girlsbdayblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6156711379872972784</id><published>2010-09-30T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T05:35:00.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quite blog &amp; flooding . . .</title><content type='html'>Blogs been a little quite lately, but that's not by my choice . . . my computer is very ill. Some days,&amp;nbsp;it starts right up &amp;amp; others {like today}&amp;nbsp;it made a loud,&amp;nbsp;ear piercing&amp;nbsp;sound &amp;amp; did nothing but a black screen. Thankfully, Brock has been bringing his home @ night, but all my pictures are on my computer - see my dilemma?! I'll be up &amp;amp; running again soon {hopefully}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, we are surrounded by water. My last measurement had the entire back of our house @ 7 inches of standing water - that was about 4 hours ago &amp;amp; it has been p.o.u.r.i.n.g. since then. We can still see the road &amp;amp; some grass in the neighbors yard, but other than that water is everywhere. We're a little concerned, but hope that it will begin to let up tomorrow {been raining since Sunday!} I'll put pictures up tomorrow . . .&amp;nbsp; it we don't float away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6156711379872972784?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6156711379872972784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/quite-blog-flooding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6156711379872972784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6156711379872972784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/quite-blog-flooding.html' title='quite blog &amp; flooding . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3700451265028619039</id><published>2010-09-24T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T11:01:11.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can not . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If God has called you to be really like Jesus He will draw you into a life of crucifixion and humility, and put upon you such demands of obedience, that you will not be able to follow other people, or measure yourself by other Christians, and in many ways He will seem to let other people do things which He will not let you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Other Christians and ministers who seem very religious and useful, may push themselves, pull wires, and work schemes to carry out their plans, but you cannot do it, and if you attempt it, you will meet with such failure and rebuke from the Lord as to make you sorely penitent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Others may boast of themselves, of their work, of their successes, of their writings, but the Holy Spirit will not allow you to do any such thing, and if you begin it, He will lead you into some deep mortification that will make you despise yourself and all your good works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Others may be allowed to succeed in making money, or may have a legacy left to them, but it is likely God will keep you poor, because He wants you to have something far better than gold, namely, a helpless dependence upon Him, that He may have the privilege of supplying your needs day by day out of an unseen treasury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord may let others be honoured and put forward, and keep you hidden in obscurity, because He wants to produce some choice fragrant fruit for His coming glory, which can only be produced in the shade. He may let others be great, but keep you small. He may let others do a work for Him and get the credit for it, but He will make you work and toil on without knowing how much you are doing; and then to make your work still more precious He may let others get credit for the work which you have done, and thus make your reward ten times greater when Jesus comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;The Holy Spirit will put a strict watch over you, with a jealous love, and will rebuke you for little words and feelings or for wasting your time, which other Christians never feel distressed over. So make up your mind that God is an Infinitely Sovereign Being, and has a right to do as He pleases with His own. He may not explain to you a thousand things which puzzle your reason in His dealings with you, but if you absolutely sell yourself to be His love slave, He will wrap you up in Jealous Love, and bestow upon you many blessings which come only to those who are in the inner circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Settle it forever, then that you are to deal directly with the Holy Spirit, and that He is to have the privilege of tying your tongue, or chaining your hand, or closing your eyes, in ways that He does not seem to use with others. Now, when you are so possessed with the living God that you are, in your secret heart, pleased and delighted over this peculiar, personal, private, jealous guardianship and management of the Holy Spirit over your life, then you will have found the vestibule of Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;- G. D. Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3700451265028619039?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3700451265028619039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/you-can-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3700451265028619039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3700451265028619039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/you-can-not.html' title='you can not . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7036290890282059836</id><published>2010-09-15T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:29:38.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my motivation this morning . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lq_tcyPV7Vg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lq_tcyPV7Vg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-7036290890282059836?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/7036290890282059836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/my-motivation-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7036290890282059836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/7036290890282059836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/my-motivation-this-morning.html' title='my motivation this morning . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-2059373383309582527</id><published>2010-09-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:17:27.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this &amp; that . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TI50_i6R5ZI/AAAAAAAACZs/9dOEZG794oU/s1600/collages22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TI50_i6R5ZI/AAAAAAAACZs/9dOEZG794oU/s640/collages22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little collage of us doing some of our school work- I wrote more about our basic schooling this year in the tab above {&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/p/about-our-homeschooling.html"&gt;Our Homeschooling&lt;/a&gt;} You can also click&lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/p/about-our-homeschooling.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I find the time, I hope to write more about our first few weeks {the good, the bad &amp;amp; the ugly!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TI50ay3RVTI/AAAAAAAACZk/V6GwO9ZCJs0/s1600/collages23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TI50ay3RVTI/AAAAAAAACZk/V6GwO9ZCJs0/s640/collages23.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Fridays, the girl participate in a volunteer service &amp;amp; we do some sort of family 'feild trip'&amp;nbsp;- Right now, they are helping us with the Food&amp;nbsp;Backpack programs at the local elementary school. We pack around 25 backpacks each week with enough food to fed a child through the weekend. We have been blessed by that school for letting us serve them in this way and I&amp;nbsp;have left several times broken hearted when I see the little faces come to pick up their bags- so wishing I could do more for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their field trip was to the downtown library for a book scavenger hunt - they loved it! {They thought it was just a game, but little did they know they were learning how to use a library ;) }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Downtown Wilmington is one of my favorite places- the culture, the atmosphere, the shops - We enjoyed a nice lunch outside overlooking the Cape Fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls also had their first soccer game of this season Saturday morning- they won 5-1! {Sorry no pictures-they don't have their uniforms yet} and Ella scored a goal! Of course the day ended on a bad note when our beloved Tennessee Volunteers lost to Oregon - boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We still look good in orange :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to weekends in the fall . . . . sports, food, family &amp;amp; fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-2059373383309582527?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/2059373383309582527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/this-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2059373383309582527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/2059373383309582527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/this-that.html' title='this &amp; that . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TI50_i6R5ZI/AAAAAAAACZs/9dOEZG794oU/s72-c/collages22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5149132482326161920</id><published>2010-09-10T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T05:00:04.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guest blogger: meet maria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TIg5DGDmSII/AAAAAAAACY8/5F5UOXQoSGE/s1600/trcohPicnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TIg5DGDmSII/AAAAAAAACY8/5F5UOXQoSGE/s640/trcohPicnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; is my real life friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She started out in our youth group way back in 2003-I think she is a little psychic because she told me I was having twins several weeks before I found out I was having twins. She was my first phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has gone from the girl in our youth group to a good, close friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We like to vent to one another about how we just don't feel that we fit in anywhere. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{we're just cool like that}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has become quite the blogger- we decided it would be fun to do a swap post for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my interview with &lt;a href="http://www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;1}Why do you blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I initially started blogging so that our family could see pictures and get quick updates of the boys. Although the boys' grandparents live close by, all of our extended family lives out of state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the past year or so, I'd say my blog has evolved a bit. Instead of of exclusively posting pictures, I've written a lot more. I've come to realize how therapeutic writing can be for me. I've also really "gotten into" reading other people's blogs as well. Its pretty incredible to be able to get to know other people, feel their sorrow and find encouragement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;2} How do you manage family &amp;amp; school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really pretty simple...I have 5 internet classes this semester so I'm able to stay home without having to go to campus. I spend the weekdays doing the same thing any other SAHM does-caring for my kids and cleaning house! But when they take their nap in the afternoon (about a 2 hour stretch) I sit down and do schoolwork. And every evening after they go to bed, I spend 3-4 hours doing the "bulk" of my workload. I work so hard throughout the week so that I can have my weekends "free" to spend with Kane. It's very important to me (and Kane!) to be able to have that time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get asked a lot about how I stay so motivated. Right now, I'm caring for my family as they will ALWAYS come first. But one day...one day my kids are going to grow up. And recently I've realized that I have a passion. A real passion. My heart burdens for broken people. For the underprivileged and neglected. I have to do something. Even if the at the end of my life, I have only helped one person/family- I'm okay with that. So hopefully within the next 2-6 years I'll finally have my degree in Social Work (who knows what life will throw at me? ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;3} What is your ideal 'night out'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any night out {sans kids} with my husband is ideal! Honestly, we really aren't too picky. We love to go out to eat and have normal adult-conversations, and typically we'll go see a movie afterwards. It's really not about where we are or what we do, it's really just getting out and spending time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;4} As a follower of Jesus, what are some stereotypes that you wish you weren't labeled as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to answer this a bit differently because I have the following on my mind. ;) The biggest peeve of mine that I see Christianity being stereotyped as (by fellow Christians, no less) is the "having it all together" facade. More recently, I feel as though Christianity has become synonymous with perfection. Perfect marriage. Perfect kids. Perfect home. Everything is&amp;nbsp;just perfect. And I think that's a major turn off to non-Christians. (I feel) as though Christianity is such a spiritual, mysterious, life-long, Jesus-seeking state-of-mind that has been shortchanged to judgement and hypocrisy. I'm going to end my rant on this note...A while back I was going through the motions of church one Sunday morning, and during prayer requests, a member stood up and announced he had "fallen off the wagon" and desperately needed prayer for his alcoholism. That event remains so distinctive to me because I remember thinking, that is what church should be like. Raw and open honesty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, now my rant is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;5} What are someways you cut cost for your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off brand everything. Store brand is just as sufficient-I use to buy my boys' when they were babies "brand-name" items like Swaddlers, Enfamil, Pampers...you get the point. But then I wised up and starting saving lots of money by using the Target brand items. We also just keep our bills to a minimum. We literally have only necessity bills- rent, electric, car payment, car insurance, cell phone. Lastly, I always buy clothes for the boys' ahead of season. Jeans, shorts, sweaters, swim trunks, etc. for ridiculously cheap (as in less than $3 an item).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thanks for sharing Maria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;{loved your insight on #4- totally with you}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;You can read more from her at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be guest blogging over &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetrochelmans.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; today, so head on over . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TImHjsIIs5I/AAAAAAAACZM/mMoP_GowmLc/s1600/trochcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TImHjsIIs5I/AAAAAAAACZM/mMoP_GowmLc/s640/trochcollage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5149132482326161920?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5149132482326161920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/guest-blogger-meet-maria.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5149132482326161920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5149132482326161920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/guest-blogger-meet-maria.html' title='guest blogger: meet maria!'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TIg5DGDmSII/AAAAAAAACY8/5F5UOXQoSGE/s72-c/trcohPicnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-1434922817424594569</id><published>2010-09-08T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:04:00.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy of matt redman . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TIb9Sx8IkQI/AAAAAAAACY0/xJRGwSE5zfc/s1600/mattredmansong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TIb9Sx8IkQI/AAAAAAAACY0/xJRGwSE5zfc/s640/mattredmansong.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-1434922817424594569?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/1434922817424594569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/courtesy-of-matt-redman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1434922817424594569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/1434922817424594569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/courtesy-of-matt-redman.html' title='courtesy of matt redman . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TIb9Sx8IkQI/AAAAAAAACY0/xJRGwSE5zfc/s72-c/mattredmansong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-5035547561391286061</id><published>2010-09-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:27:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellany monday {labor edition} . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since this Miscellany Monday falls on Labor day, I thought I'd miscellany about my 'labors' . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{1} four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how many hours I labored with my twin daughters. The story of their birth began quite comical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at bible study {apparently laboring the whole time!} After stuffing&amp;nbsp;my face with some pancakes &amp;amp; sausage, I walked to the fridge to get a drink and . . . splash. For a spilt second I thought I had lost bladder control, then I realized my water had broke! It was like a tv sitcom. Everyone running around - excited, nervous, laughing. From the time my water broke to the time Sophie &amp;amp; Ella were&amp;nbsp;delivered it was 4 hours &amp;amp; I was comfortable the whole time. I'm sure had I progressed further I would have a different view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{2} zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how many hours I labored with my son. He was a scheduled c-section. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{3} home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the idea of laboring {birthing} at home. If my first pregnancy would have been 'normal', I might have considered it. Seems like you would be much more calm &amp;amp; relaxed in your own home. { I don't think I could try it now for my own health sake.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{4} really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about the show &lt;em&gt;I didn't know I was pregnant?&lt;/em&gt; Really???! How could you not know??! I'm just curious. And moreover, how could you not know when you were laboring? Did you think these unbearable pains were normal?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{5} amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It amazes me that a woman's body can grow a human and then labor to deliver &amp;amp; give life to these little tiny beings. Really if you think about it too much your head starts to hurt. Simply amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{6} more labor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope to have at least one more labor . . .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wink.wink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-5035547561391286061?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/5035547561391286061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/miscellany-monday-labor-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5035547561391286061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/5035547561391286061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/09/miscellany-monday-labor-edition.html' title='miscellany monday {labor edition} . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8382956185609236134</id><published>2010-08-31T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:02:51.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last days of summer . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TH0_xNB59II/AAAAAAAACYU/WLNcOw13PrA/s1600/collages21_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TH0_xNB59II/AAAAAAAACYU/WLNcOw13PrA/s640/collages21_1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like not that long ago I was typing &lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/07/laziness-of-summer.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; about the lazy days of summer &amp;amp; now I'm typing the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; days of summer. I have to admit, I like typing those words. I enjoy summer &amp;amp; the fun that it brings but I can't stand to be hot. It is my least favorite thing ever-living in southeast NC during the summer makes you this way. I never use to hate summer as much until I moved here. Here&amp;nbsp;are the&amp;nbsp;last few pictures I grab of our fun in the sun. I've got 1 swim diaper left that we may use at the beach sometime this week, but after that it will be time to throw in the 'ol beach towel. {haha, pun intended} Plus, fall fashion is soooo much cuter than summer - I mean who doesn't love layering??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in our second week of homeschooling! yay! It is going surprisingly well! We begin with prayers each day {which is why I believe it's going so well!} This morning I forgot {was a little flustered} and mid way through had Ella pray for us. She was quick to do so - it reminded us all that we needed a little extra help today. I'll write more about our first few weeks soon . . .&amp;nbsp;. {I know you can't wait for that &lt;strike&gt;boring&lt;/strike&gt; post!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School &amp;amp; daily routine are taking up most of our time right now &amp;amp; the girls will start their second soccer season this Friday. We are also working on crafts, decorations &amp;amp; the planning of Sophie &amp;amp; Ella's 6th birthday party . . . here's a little sneak peek . . .&amp;nbsp; can you guess the theme??! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TH0_1B9rDOI/AAAAAAAACYc/ZXugdQk7ULQ/s1600/IMG_4324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TH0_1B9rDOI/AAAAAAAACYc/ZXugdQk7ULQ/s640/IMG_4324.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hoping that once we get a good routine going, I'll be back to blogging regularly. I love chatting with all the blogger peeps! Happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8382956185609236134?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8382956185609236134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/last-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8382956185609236134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8382956185609236134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/last-days-of-summer.html' title='the last days of summer . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TH0_xNB59II/AAAAAAAACYU/WLNcOw13PrA/s72-c/collages21_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-6138588743298077648</id><published>2010-08-23T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T08:22:43.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miscellany monday . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{1) Weird allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've all heard of the usual: nuts, eggs, bees, etc . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want to know what my kids are allergic to? &lt;/div&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKNWG4uZQI/AAAAAAAACX8/WrpJUCOiswM/s1600/hotdog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKNWG4uZQI/AAAAAAAACX8/WrpJUCOiswM/s200/hotdog.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Yes, that is a hotdog. Weird kids.&lt;/div&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;{Granted if we really read the ingredients, we probably shouldn't be eating them anyway, but then again if we read the ingredients on most stuff we eat. .&amp;nbsp; . . ok, that's a whole different post.}&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{2} Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;My mom, sister &amp;amp; niece just left my house to make the 8 hour trip back to TN. I'm feeling rather home sick.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{3} Hold your breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Whenever I'm driving {or riding} &amp;amp; we drive over a dead animal on the road I hold my breath. I have &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea why. I guess I don't want to breath in the death germs that could seep in from the bottom of the car?! &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{4} Character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;I have never been a fan of character clothing, but I'm finding it harder to do with a boy. Deacon loves Thomas &amp;amp; Buzz. Lucky for me they make such cute pj's! &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{you know that he can wear in bed &amp;amp; not in public}&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKQ57DeVBI/AAAAAAAACYE/3sr2_J1sjpA/s1600/bthomas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKQ57DeVBI/AAAAAAAACYE/3sr2_J1sjpA/s320/bthomas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKQ7dhciTI/AAAAAAAACYM/IL7ZCXmwtCY/s1600/buzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKQ7dhciTI/AAAAAAAACYM/IL7ZCXmwtCY/s320/buzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;{5} Falling for Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Already put the fall wreath on the door. I absolutely, completely, totally love fall. Come on cooler weather.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Don't forget to head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/"&gt;Carissa's blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; link up your on miscellany's!!&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-6138588743298077648?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/6138588743298077648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/miscellany-monday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6138588743298077648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/6138588743298077648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/miscellany-monday.html' title='miscellany monday . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/THKNWG4uZQI/AAAAAAAACX8/WrpJUCOiswM/s72-c/hotdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-8746716378374242545</id><published>2010-08-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:19:09.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>condoning or redeeming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been reading through Mike Yaconelli's book &lt;em&gt;Messy Spiritually&lt;/em&gt; again this week. In my opinion, e.v.e.r.y. person who seeks to be like Jesus should read this book. {it's very short &amp;amp; a very easy read} We were fortunate enough to see Yac in his last public speaking setting before he was killed in an auto accident in 2003. I so wish he were still around because his views &amp;amp; outlook on this 'thing' we call Christianity were much needed. Every time I read the book, something new seems to speak to me; this time was no different. He tells a very common story of a young couple who live together &amp;amp; find themselves expecting. So, instead of having a wedding {because of their shame} they get married at the court house &amp;amp; decided to save their money for the baby. When their friends catch on to the situation they decide to throw them party. A surprise wedding party. All their family &amp;amp; friends come. The couple is overwhelmed by the grace displayed before them. He goes on to finish the story like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kingdom Monitors&lt;/em&gt;{the 'perfect' Christians who think they have&amp;nbsp;a right to decide who is in &amp;amp; who is out} &lt;em&gt;would raise their voices immediately, "You can't do this! You are condoning the sin of two young people who lived together and conceived a baby before they were married. Real Christians do not condone unbiblical living!" And they would be correct. Christians do not condone unbiblical living; we &lt;strong&gt;redeem&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could feel the light bulb turn on in my head. How many times have I shallowly looked in on a situation thinking that someone was condoning another's actions, when in reality they were trying to help redeem it?&amp;nbsp;I thought of ugly judgemental comments I've have spoken or&amp;nbsp;heard over the years that have&amp;nbsp;come from the mouths of many Christ followers- hateful, condescending words. &lt;br /&gt;Words very far from Recovery. Healing. Forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray that because I have been Redeemed, I am a redeemer. Before I judge or questions ones motives, I pray that I see the redemption Jesus does. To look past our sins &amp;amp; see what could be. How sad that too many of us have surrounded ourselves with Pharisees, that we don't even know what it would look like to show redemption to the ones who need it most. I think I would much rather be known as the person who hung out with &lt;em&gt;sinners &amp;amp; tax collectors&lt;/em&gt; than a perfect Kingdom monitor. How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.&amp;nbsp;“And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own?&amp;nbsp; Matthew 7:1-3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TG2AtM-DDdI/AAAAAAAACX0/LeJNJ-ewoUU/s1600/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TG2AtM-DDdI/AAAAAAAACX0/LeJNJ-ewoUU/s640/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I found this picture when I googled the word "redemption." I thought it spoke volumes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{photo by Zhang Jingna}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-8746716378374242545?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/8746716378374242545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/condoning-or-redeeming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8746716378374242545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/8746716378374242545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/condoning-or-redeeming.html' title='condoning or redeeming?'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TG2AtM-DDdI/AAAAAAAACX0/LeJNJ-ewoUU/s72-c/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-3611101037444262320</id><published>2010-08-19T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T06:34:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a year gone by . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A year ago today, &lt;a href="http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2009/08/bad-day.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; happen to my son. I really don't like to talk about it because it still&amp;nbsp;makes me very sad. We are still grateful and amazed by the work of his surgeon &amp;amp; the beauty of how it has healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, we know that it was no surprise to our Father, who was in it then &amp;amp; continues to heal him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TGwdG7nLSfI/AAAAAAAACXs/X36XLE7Pr0U/s1600/deacaccidentpics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TGwdG7nLSfI/AAAAAAAACXs/X36XLE7Pr0U/s640/deacaccidentpics.jpg" width="640" /&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/_I7TlaskfS5A/TGwdJ7kN7hI/AAAAAAAACXw/sKmfT_kJoCc/s1600/deacaccdentafter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TGwdJ7kN7hI/AAAAAAAACXw/sKmfT_kJoCc/s640/deacaccdentafter.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just disregard the dirt around his mouth and his vampire teeth. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{lucky for him vampires are totally cool right now! ha!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10071218-3611101037444262320?l=www.thetharpesblog.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/feeds/3611101037444262320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/year-gone-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3611101037444262320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10071218/posts/default/3611101037444262320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thetharpesblog.com/2010/08/year-gone-by.html' title='a year gone by . . .'/><author><name>bethany@our{simple}life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07129774533809048493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0NXd9ps51aU/TiuAJCj6jQI/AAAAAAAACtw/-oX556z_7Xo/s220/bethbday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7TlaskfS5A/TGwdG7nLSfI/AAAAAAAACXs/X36XLE7Pr0U/s72-c/deacaccidentpics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10071218.post-7942080051105499733</id><published>2010-08-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:04:41.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deacon is completely obsessed with trains right now so I thought why not take some pictures of him on the tracks with his trains?! I've been wanting to get some 'vintage timeless' pictures of the girls anyway &amp;amp; figured railroad tracks would be a perfect backdrop for that too. Brock thought the the whole thing was weird, but I l.o.v.e. how they turned out. 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Just kidding. No really, it could be if I wrote about &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of my parenting flaws. Today though, we are just focusing on one. A big one. One that gets the best of me a lot. Ok . . here it is . . I'm a loner. I absolutely, totally love to be alone. I love silence &amp;amp; calmness. I often have to sneak away to my room during the day to be alone even for just a few sacred minutes. My children however, do not know the meaning of a loner &amp;amp; how much that loner loves to be &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;. We're working on it. I'm giving in a little, but they haven't caught on to the concept that sometimes Mommy needs a little timeout of her own.&lt;br /&gt;I had a light bulb moment regarding this whole thing tonight - We {Brock &amp;amp; I} haven't made time away from our children a priority. It's one of the cons to living away from grandparents. We are &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; with our kids- you know the old saying &lt;em&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/em&gt; . . . well, I'm not&amp;nbsp;too fond of them these days which tells me I need to be absent some.&amp;nbsp;Also, I believe it's a lie we have bought into that everything has to center around family. Sure our family is important. The well being of our kids is important,&amp;nbsp; but not at the expense of raising kids who think the world revolves around them. So, how do you other moms do it? How do you get away without spending $?&amp;nbsp; What are toys/games that your kids play &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;? 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