<?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-2121758382054244874</id><updated>2011-08-07T14:43:47.698-05:00</updated><category term='teenagers'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-1795919779586797429</id><published>2010-02-13T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:41:52.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the snow is going bye bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3d_AC7QMRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WA4gzDfIr88/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3d_AC7QMRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WA4gzDfIr88/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437954713835286802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3d-_jLF3kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ED6vOcPiAy8/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3d-_jLF3kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ED6vOcPiAy8/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437954705311784514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-1795919779586797429?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/1795919779586797429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=1795919779586797429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1795919779586797429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1795919779586797429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-is-going-bye-bye.html' title='the snow is going bye bye'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3d_AC7QMRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WA4gzDfIr88/s72-c/IMG_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-5971418275212901009</id><published>2010-02-11T17:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:02:20.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav man got me my fav flowers!</title><content type='html'>These were my surprise this week!!! 4 containers of tulips!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZcgB__YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K7SYjMW5Dgg/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZcgB__YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K7SYjMW5Dgg/s320/snow+Feb+2010+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437139365056740738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZdlMRPfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yjmzXzmMg0M/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZdlMRPfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yjmzXzmMg0M/s320/snow+Feb+2010+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437139383621860850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZdT9jnAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q23avfmzKbI/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZdT9jnAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q23avfmzKbI/s320/snow+Feb+2010+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437139378996747266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZc9UwLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AdtmYTNwBTc/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZc9UwLTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AdtmYTNwBTc/s320/snow+Feb+2010+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437139372920024370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZePjkqkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DPbYkNvYzk8/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZePjkqkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DPbYkNvYzk8/s320/snow+Feb+2010+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437139394993891906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-5971418275212901009?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/5971418275212901009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=5971418275212901009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/5971418275212901009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/5971418275212901009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-fav-man-got-me-my-fav-flowers.html' title='My fav man got me my fav flowers!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SZcgB__YI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K7SYjMW5Dgg/s72-c/snow+Feb+2010+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-9039372155688791583</id><published>2010-02-11T17:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:53:42.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;What's better than regular snow? RAINBOW SNOW of course!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDBvxjoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/10s-B5_MbHY/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDBvxjoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/10s-B5_MbHY/s320/snow+Feb+2010+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437137827918876290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDBvxjoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/10s-B5_MbHY/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDBvxjoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/10s-B5_MbHY/s320/snow+Feb+2010+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437137827918876290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDyLXxbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9yqXKEtkpC4/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDyLXxbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9yqXKEtkpC4/s320/snow+Feb+2010+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437137840919528882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-9039372155688791583?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/9039372155688791583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=9039372155688791583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/9039372155688791583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/9039372155688791583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainbow-snow.html' title='Rainbow snow!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SYDBvxjoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/10s-B5_MbHY/s72-c/snow+Feb+2010+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-2883184164885757662</id><published>2010-02-11T17:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:49:32.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February Snow!</title><content type='html'>Today it has snowed more than it has in the last 30 years in Texas!!!! Here are just a few shots that I took today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Took this one as I was leaving at 7:00 a.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwxiPYjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3I19nG60CvE/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwxiPYjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3I19nG60CvE/s320/snow+Feb+2010+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437135315306242610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was taken this morning before I left for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwRK4GlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_kmP9co6lqo/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwRK4GlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_kmP9co6lqo/s320/snow+Feb+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437135306618313298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the last ones to leave work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SXLkQQyVI/AAAAAAAAAII/gkVSM44UkuM/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SXLkQQyVI/AAAAAAAAAII/gkVSM44UkuM/s320/snow+Feb+2010+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437136875109271890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken when I got home!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwph05bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g0u6kn6kuWg/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwph05bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/g0u6kn6kuWg/s320/snow+Feb+2010+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437135313157023154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot taken from my patio &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVx0do3cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0IMQGB6kr9E/s1600-h/snow+Feb+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVx0do3cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0IMQGB6kr9E/s320/snow+Feb+2010+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437135333272116674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-2883184164885757662?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/2883184164885757662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=2883184164885757662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/2883184164885757662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/2883184164885757662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-snow.html' title='February Snow!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3SVwxiPYjI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3I19nG60CvE/s72-c/snow+Feb+2010+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7121081289222161530</id><published>2010-02-10T18:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:51:04.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day at the office :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3Nhz3QOBfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vcgkS5LVVRk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3Nhz3QOBfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vcgkS5LVVRk/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436796718799521266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3NhztBmWtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/di5QKIQm_LM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3NhztBmWtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/di5QKIQm_LM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436796716053846738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3NhzKiUGQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m9TBDk8uJ44/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3NhzKiUGQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m9TBDk8uJ44/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436796706795821314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-7121081289222161530?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7121081289222161530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7121081289222161530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7121081289222161530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7121081289222161530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-day-at-office.html' title='Just another day at the office :)'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3Nhz3QOBfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vcgkS5LVVRk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7429065650780738789</id><published>2010-02-08T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:33:17.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fav engagement photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C63D6CciI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rcYAYxIdzsc/s1600-h/005_5+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C63D6CciI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rcYAYxIdzsc/s320/005_5+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050205340496418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C646rAVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OnHj63C8acA/s1600-h/184_184+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C646rAVpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OnHj63C8acA/s320/184_184+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050237221262994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C64QrUmkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N0qNElkRohg/s1600-h/DSCF1012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C64QrUmkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N0qNElkRohg/s320/DSCF1012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050225948301890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C63tK790I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lqZKx9PwMvI/s1600-h/043_43+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C63tK790I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lqZKx9PwMvI/s320/043_43+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436050216417228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-7429065650780738789?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7429065650780738789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7429065650780738789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7429065650780738789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7429065650780738789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/fav-engagement-photos.html' title='fav engagement photos'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S3C63D6CciI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rcYAYxIdzsc/s72-c/005_5+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-2388257333844001226</id><published>2010-02-07T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:48:15.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random photos</title><content type='html'>What a great way to start out the new year.. but with great friends and cool games :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k54uAKII/AAAAAAAAAGg/3yLtnVpEWTw/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744589644310658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k54uAKII/AAAAAAAAAGg/3yLtnVpEWTw/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k5Y0huPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tQyvXp-QekA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744581081741554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k5Y0huPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tQyvXp-QekA/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a beautiful flower arrangement at bff Kathryn's bridal shower in January&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my wonderful "little brother"... He's grown up into a great man whom I great admire... his dedication to his family, his faith and his country are awe inspiring... I love you bro!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k5GZA-fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/84mgT-77Klw/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435744576134511090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k5GZA-fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/84mgT-77Klw/s320/4th+of+July+2009+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2121758382054244874-2388257333844001226?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/2388257333844001226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=2388257333844001226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/2388257333844001226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/2388257333844001226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-photos.html' title='random photos'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S2-k54uAKII/AAAAAAAAAGg/3yLtnVpEWTw/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-2408139710727205457</id><published>2010-02-07T02:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:40:59.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435427290840701794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S26EUqkGG2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/9w9TOoqp_XA/s320/075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love looking at pictures! paintings! photographs! I am such a visual person that I can literally spend hours looking at pictures other people have taken. I love how a simple photo or painting can evoke an emotion. The peaceful view of a lake at sunset, the simple beauty of an old wooden fence, the joy on a child's face, the sense of love on the face of a parent... so much can be said with a simple photo... there's an old adage "a picture is worth a thousand words"... how true that is... a photo from a war torn country or the devastation done by a hurricane, fire or some other tragedy evokes sympathy and in many cases causes us to want to do something to help. A picture of an old wooden cross brings to mind Jesus and His sacrifice, a black and white photo of a rose reminds me of how fleeting beauty is, a quick snapshot of a newborn infant reminds me of how precious each moment of childhood is and these are just a sampling of emotions that are wrought by people who are talented enough to record these moments that are gone in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I know many people who God has gifted with the eye of finding beauty in the ordinary and of course the extraordinary. My friends Lara, David and Meagan are always taking photographs. They are a group of very talented people that I often find myself in awe of their gift of finding beauty no matter where they are. I myself take photos that sit around on my &lt;a href="http://thecrossweb.com/images/cross_on_wall_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 404px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thecrossweb.com/images/cross_on_wall_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;camera and they usually are downloaded to the computer where they sit forever waiting for me to do something with them. Several of my friends have taken on the challenge of posting a photo or photos every day for a year.... well I'm not that dedicated that I would post something every day for an entire year... one of my many faults is that I love to start projects but seldom finish them so I'm challenging myself to post 365 photos this year... not necessarily to post one a day but to use this venue to post pictures and photos that I love or that have some meaning to me... so without further ado here are a few photos to get &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S26EUOQnRMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/768LOi693Dc/s1600-h/April+2009+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take the picture of the cross on the fence, but I love the utter simplicity found here... I found this photo at &lt;a href="http://www.thecrossweb.com/"&gt;http://www.thecrossweb.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a photo of my precious niece at Christmas time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435432403596065234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S26I-RD9udI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40wg_UDDn_Q/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that ought to do it for now as I have just looked at the clock on my computer and it's telling me it's 3:40 a.m.! Perhaps I should change the name of my blog to "The Late Night Blog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-2408139710727205457?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/2408139710727205457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=2408139710727205457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/2408139710727205457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/2408139710727205457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2010/02/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/S26EUqkGG2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/9w9TOoqp_XA/s72-c/075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-3929774581957796016</id><published>2009-12-31T00:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:42:56.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old.. in with the new...</title><content type='html'>at least that's what they say... This year as I say good bye to 2009, I pause to reflect upon all that has happened over the past year.  This year I said good-bye to the single life (something I thought I'd never do) and married a wonderful man... it seems that most of 2009 was spent preparing for that one day in October when I said "I do" and pledged my love and promised to stand with him through whatever life should throw at us...at the time I am writing this blog we have been married for 2 months and 1 week.  Many people have asked me over the past 2 months if it feels different or how does it feel to be married.. I always pause and have to consider how to answer these questions because the truth is it doesn't feel different.. James and I dated for almost 4 years before we got married and truth is it feels like he's been a part of my life forever... I can hardly remember what it was like before God brought us together... we just fit together and I think that's exactly the way it's supposed to be... a joining of 2 people who complement and complete each other.  So on this eve of another year ending and another beginning I look forward to the journey James and I will travel and pray that each day will bring us closer to each and closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-3929774581957796016?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/3929774581957796016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=3929774581957796016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3929774581957796016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) finding the "perfect" gift for a loved one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) goofing off with the family.. gonna be sad to go back to big D tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-6293030264837191634?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/6293030264837191634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=6293030264837191634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6293030264837191634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6293030264837191634'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-8342979147939065031?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/8342979147939065031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=8342979147939065031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8342979147939065031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8342979147939065031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/12/mondays-list.html' title='Monday&apos;s list'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-3605837678676046867</id><published>2009-12-20T06:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:39:22.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's list...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) having all my Christmas shopping done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) praise team practice... (nope I don't sing... I'm just the video person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the sound of children's voices singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) heat!!!! It's wonderful to be warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my 5 for today!  3 days down, 4 more to go... check back tomorrow when I sign in from Arkansas with 5 more things that make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-3605837678676046867?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/3605837678676046867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=3605837678676046867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3605837678676046867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3605837678676046867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/12/sundays-list.html' title='Sunday&apos;s list...'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7407630692286889731</id><published>2009-12-19T09:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:19:37.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's List of 5 things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>1) listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) waking up next to my husband with nothing to do but spend time with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) waffles with peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) manicures and pedicures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) lazy weekends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-7407630692286889731?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7407630692286889731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7407630692286889731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7407630692286889731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7407630692286889731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturdays-list-of-5-things-that-make-me.html' title='Saturday&apos;s List of 5 things that make me happy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-4430471175813054217</id><published>2009-12-18T05:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:03:30.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/Sytvd_FcjlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/19P3JuwG5so/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/Sytvd_FcjlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/19P3JuwG5so/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416545537784319570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Here is today's list of 5 things that make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) cuddling with James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) unexpected Christmas bonuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) silly cards from my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Christmas vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) comfy cozy socks that keep my toes warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your five for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-4430471175813054217?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/4430471175813054217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=4430471175813054217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4430471175813054217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4430471175813054217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-more-things.html' title='5 more things'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/Sytvd_FcjlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/19P3JuwG5so/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-4665955449526942673</id><published>2009-12-17T13:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:33:16.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yesterday after a wonderful dinner with my bffs we strolled over to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to just browse and maybe have some coffee.  While we were there Kathryn P. (last initial added so you won't think I'm talking about myself in the third person :) picked up some calendar titled "3,650 Things to be happy about".  As she read through a sample list Lara and I were making faces at some of the items listed... so as we are standing there KP challenged Lara and I to come up with a list of 5 things that make us happy each day for a week.   So here is today's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thursday and Fridays (because these are James' days off and we get to spend time together)&lt;br /&gt;2) James :)&lt;br /&gt;3) chocolate&lt;br /&gt;4) a restaurant having my favorite beverage (would you believe there are places out there that don't serve diet pepsi!)&lt;br /&gt;5) spending time with my bffs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so that's today's list... what 5 things are making YOU happy today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-4665955449526942673?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/4665955449526942673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=4665955449526942673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4665955449526942673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4665955449526942673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-6583126364124860375</id><published>2009-09-14T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:28:20.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, that's right The Wedding is only 40 days away.  It's hard to believe that in 40 days I will be getting married!  So many emotions are going through me right now... I'm nervous, excited, joyful, hopeful, sad and happy and so many other feelings are coursing through me that I can't name them all. &lt;br /&gt;Last night the overwhelming feel was sadness...I'm going to sound like a little girl here but I miss my mom!  I never envisioned getting married without her.  I really miss her quiet wisdom and leadership.  I miss being able to call her up when I'm tied up in knots and having her quiet voice calm me down and tell me it will all work out.  And then there are the showers that are being thrown in my honor and she won't be by my side.  I miss her so very much right now... dear friends are volunteering to step in and be my substitute mom.. one even offered to loan me her mom (thanks Meagan :)) and as much as I appreciate these offers and the love in which they are offered I wish for something that will not be... I know she is looking down and watching over me.. and I know she'll be at the wedding.. but I wish for one more chance to hear her voice, just one more I love you, or even a "get it together Kathy!&lt;br /&gt;Weddings are such strange creatures and stir up a lot of emotions and memories that have been dragged out in a while.  I look forward with eager anticipation to being wed to the wonderful man God has place in my life and at the same time am nervous about how the blending of our lives together will work out.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep James and I in your prayers as we walk this journey together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-6583126364124860375?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/6583126364124860375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=6583126364124860375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6583126364124860375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6583126364124860375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/09/40-days.html' title='40 days'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-9035520690322473852</id><published>2009-07-27T12:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:35:14.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Time Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today at lunch the following conversation was floating around the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT: Miss Teale is God real?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes God is real.&lt;br /&gt;AT: God is inside of us.&lt;br /&gt;JT: Miss Teale is God above us or below us?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;KW: God is everywhere He knows everything we do.&lt;br /&gt;AT: God is in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very interesting to listen to a group of 5 year olds debate the existence of God.  But really do we ever quit asking those questions? And I love the answers... God is in us! God is everywhere! and God is in our hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-9035520690322473852?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/9035520690322473852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=9035520690322473852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/9035520690322473852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/9035520690322473852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/07/lunch-time-conversations.html' title='Lunch Time Conversations'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-4427551976228587473</id><published>2009-06-28T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:29:50.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW Down</title><content type='html'>In less than 4 months I'll be walking down the aisle and becoming Mrs. James Rowe!  Wow it's hard to believe that James and I have been dating now for 3 1/2 years!  And in a few short months we will be husband and wife. One of the things I have struggled with throughout my dating life is how to maintain my individuality and still be part of a couple.   How do you balance a relationship and still maintain interests outside of the relationship?  How do you keep from being consumed by the relationship?  It's something I've struggled with for years and have seen friends struggle with.  It's like I have all these different things pulling me in different directions!  There's teaching, family, friends, spending time with James, independent Bible studies, group Bible studies... for someone who values her alone time I've become so busy with other stuff that I've neglected to take time to recharge my batteries.. probably so much that an incident today that normally wouldn't have upset me... sent me off the deep end and into tears... I found myself all alone today following worship service... all my friends had rushed off to lunch and there I was standing all alone in the foyer of the worship center... no one asked if I was going to lunch or if I'd like to join them... it was rather a strange feeling, because you see it's been so long since I had felt this way... for the last 3 years except for a few weekends here and there James has always been there to go to lunch with... and even before that there was a group of friends to go out with... and before that it never bothered me to be by myself for lunch... but as I've gotten further and further away from my solitude I've become more and more dependent upon others.  And I wonder what happened to my balance... I need that time of solitude that's been sacrificed to doing instead of being.... I have friends who thrive on business, who always have to "check" their calendars before committing to a lunch or dinner date or even a cup of coffee... but that's not me... or at least it hasn't been me...I recently looked back at my calendar and found almost every weekend filled with some sort of activity or event... I've lost my balance.... I've neglected taking a "sabbath" and I wonder how with all that has to be done in the next few months will I find that balance...My morning devotionals have lately been done out of habit rather than desire... I go through the motions of my daily life almost on auto pilot wondering when I'll have just one day to do absolutely nothing!  I feel that have become so busy that not only am I neglecting taking care of myself but I'm neglecting my relationship with God... I wonder how do you do it... how do you balance everything... where do you find your alone time... where do you find the time to just be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-4427551976228587473?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/4427551976228587473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=4427551976228587473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4427551976228587473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4427551976228587473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/06/slow-down.html' title='SLOW Down'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-87442213601859390</id><published>2009-02-08T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:02:47.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Again American</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine sent me a link to this... it is very moving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBZSBGHm0RY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/vBZSBGHm0RY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/2121758382054244874-87442213601859390?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/87442213601859390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=87442213601859390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/87442213601859390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/87442213601859390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/02/born-again-american.html' title='Born Again American'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-1425964981832054367</id><published>2009-01-24T01:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:11:51.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Special Needs Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;This week has been very rough.  It's been one of those weeks when I begin to wonder if teaching is what God really wants me to do. Am I in the right place? Am I doing a good job? I'm sure every teacher has those kind of weeks. My breakdown came on Tuesday. Pretty much a day like any other day, got up, went to school and began working with the children in my class. They are usually a pretty normal bunch of 5 year olds but that day I felt like I was drowning. It felt like they weren't listening. It seemed that they did nothing they were asked to do. It felt like I wasn't even speaking and that they had forgotten everything they had been taught over the past months. One child in particular was being particularly frustrating. We'll call her K. Now you have to understand that on K's best days she is a challenge to work with. K has a special needs brother and sometimes despite K's parents best efforts the special needs sibling demands most of their attention and she doesn't get much attention. So Tuesday was one of those days that K and I were really not on the same page. We were stuck in a power struggle... and she was winning. By the time I took my lunch break I was nearly in tears. Feeling pretty sorry for myself I have to say... doing the whole pity party thing.. complaining to co-workers the whole nine yards and then I went to the parking lot and talked to God.. I just laid it all out there... poured out all my feelings of helplessness and frustration and then I went and poured it all out to my director. Had myself a good cry on her shoulder and got some of the feelings out so that I could at least finish the day. Well K and I made it through the rest of the week in one piece and tonight as I was sitting here playing some silly game I had an epiphany or perhaps it was God speaking to me. This thought came into my mind... K is a special needs child too... she may not having a physical disability that you can see but deep in her heart she has special needs too. She needs your love... for you to love her like I love you... She needs your hugs... She needs your patience... She needs your mercy... She needs you to listen! Not exactly the answer I was looking for there God. You know I was thinking more along the lines of "You poor baby" "your having such a rough time" you know sympathy.. and what I got was the realization that I am special needs child... we are all God's special needs children... I may not throw myself down on the floor and cry and scream like K does or roll around on the floor instead of sitting in my chair like K does to get attention but I do other things that express my need for attention that probably looks like throwing a tantrum to God. But does He ever push me away when my behavior is inappropriate.. No He stands there with His arms open waiting for me to come back to Him... When I "kick, scream, cry and throw a fit" He is waiting there to gather me up in His arms... loving me and taking me back every time... His love is unconditional. He loves me no matter what.. Not just when I'm "sitting in the chair" and doing what He tells me to... He loves me even when I'm in the midst of a tantrum... even when I'm at my most unlovable... He loves me and pleads with me to come back to Him... May He give me that kind of love to show to K. I pray that the next time she throws a fit... instead of reacting with frustration, that I will act with love... that I will take the time to give her one more hug, a kind word, let her sit on my lap for that extra few minutes... I pray that I will love her daily the way the Lord loves me.. unconditionally and fully.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a "special needs" child? Are you a "special needs" child? Well take heart God loves His special needs children and wants us to love them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-1425964981832054367?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/1425964981832054367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=1425964981832054367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1425964981832054367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1425964981832054367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/01/special-needs-child.html' title='The Special Needs Child'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-1142998548914603144</id><published>2009-01-01T09:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:01:45.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something to share!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYI_aOyCn9Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYI_aOyCn9Y&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/2121758382054244874-1142998548914603144?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/1142998548914603144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=1142998548914603144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1142998548914603144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1142998548914603144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-share.html' title='something to share!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7008849785172606629</id><published>2008-12-29T00:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:15:47.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A month or so ago I was driving down the road listening to the radio... not an unusual pasttime for me and this song came on the radio... And it spoke to me... It has become one of my favorite songs. It is by Brandon Heath and the name of the song is "Give Me Your Eyes". It expresses the thoughts that have been going through my head so eloquently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGr8as7pPBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGr8as7pPBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Looked down from a broken sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traced out by the city lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world from a mile high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best seat in the house tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Touched down on the cold black tile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on for the sudden stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breath in the familiar shock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of confusion and chaos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those people going somewhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why have I never cared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your heart for the once forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step out on a busy street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See a girl and our eyes meet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does her best to smile at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hide whats underneath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres a man just to her right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black suit and a bright red tie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too ashamed to tell his wife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's out of work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's buying time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those people going somewhere?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why have I never cared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your heart for the once forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've Been there a million times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A couple of million eyes just move and pass me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I never thought that I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I want a second glance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me a second chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see the way you see the people all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your eyes for just one second&lt;br /&gt;Give me your eyes so I can see&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;br /&gt;Give me your love for humanity&lt;br /&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Give me your heart for the once forgotten&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The words of this song speak to me... urging me to open up my eyes and really look at those around me... not through them or over them... but to really look at them and to see them as God sees them... with love and mercy... how He sees me...Please Lord, help me to see everyone with Your eyes and to love them the way you love me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-7008849785172606629?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OihvG607W-c' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7008849785172606629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7008849785172606629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7008849785172606629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7008849785172606629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-me-your-eyes.html' title='Give Me Your Eyes'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-3099149785351498962</id><published>2008-12-01T01:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T02:13:11.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks to the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, His love endures forever.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song has been running through my head all day. As I lay quietly in my bed tonight I began to really think about the words to this song.  Music has always been a way for me to express my emotions, which is rather strange since I am not at all musically inclined.  I play no musical instrument(other than the radio or cd player) and though I try my best to sing on key more often than not I'm just a fraction or more off, but the words in different songs always speak to me.  I am constantly in awe of people who write songs, people who can sing songs on key, and people who play musical instruments.  Today the words to this song and hearing it sung so beautifully by human voices was so awe inspiring that it struck me harder than usual so that I really paid attention to the words as we lifted the song up to the Lord.  It's not an unusual song for us to sing during a worship service or even a new song I've just learned, but for some reason the words struck a chord with me today.  As I lay in bed a few minutes ago I began to think about how easy it is to accept giving thanks to the Lord, but how difficult it is to believe His love endures forever!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The dictionary defines the word forever as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"for eternity; for always; endlessly, at all times; always"&lt;/span&gt; This is such a hard concept for my small brain to accept...&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;eternity?&lt;/span&gt; I have a hard time with tomorrow... &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;for always?&lt;/span&gt; really? even in my most difficult times? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;endlessly?&lt;/span&gt; I can't even imagine something with no end... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at all times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even when I sin? even when I am not loving towards others? even when I'm at my worst? &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ALWAYS?&lt;/span&gt;  I think the reason I have such a hard time with this concept is because I struggle with loving those in my life always. It is so hard as a human to understand that God loves me no matter what.  Because I have a hard time continuing to love those in my life who are at times difficult. And since I know that the Lord knows I am difficult most of the time, it's hard for me to accept that He loves me always.  It's an issue that I have struggled with for a long time.  I think at times I even challenged God by behaving badly... tested Him you might say... to see if what He says is really true... Hey Lord watch this... can you love me after this? I seem to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each day I struggle with accepting that He does love me, that He will love me and that He will always love me.  And that all He asks in return is that I love Him, that I believe in Him and that I strive daily to do His will.  That He loved me enough to send His only Son to die on a cross for me is so humbling and challenges me to love those in  my life that I find it difficult to love or even be in the same room with.  I pray that as I go through the days ahead of me that I will take each moment as it comes and for that moment I will attempt to love those whom God places in my path... I know it won't come easily but I pray that He will open my eyes to those around me that I might open my heart for a moment and love that person the way God loves me.. and even though I don't understand the concept of forever.. I can try to love that person in that moment the same way that God loves me eternally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-3099149785351498962?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/3099149785351498962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=3099149785351498962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3099149785351498962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3099149785351498962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/12/give-thanks-to-lord.html' title='Give Thanks to the Lord'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-6574069879179130581</id><published>2008-11-12T04:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:05:12.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a song I love to sing called "Thank You Lord" and it starts like this...&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Lord for loving me and thank you Lord for blessing me, thank you Lord for making me whole and saving my soul." I love that song...The words of that song have always resonated with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know why, but I awoke at 4:00 this morning with this song going through my head and as I do most times when something like this happens... I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep... well as you can see rolling over didn't work so well... so it's now 4:30 and here I sit... recline actually in my bed, typing on my laptop (Thank you Lord for sending people like Lara and Bruce into my life who besides fixing laptops do so much more to enrich my life.) Have you ever sat and wondered why this person or that person is in your life... well I'm a firm believer that the Lord sends people into our lives for a specific reason or season of our lives... some are just here briefly, but they touch our lives in such a way that we will never forget them and the impact they have on our lives goes with us throughout the rest of our lives. Others that He sends, stay with us longer, they walk with us daily, they are there through the joys and the sorrows, the laughter and the tears, the ups and downs on this roller coaster called life. A friend of mine recently lost her father and her brother in less that six months. I cannot even imagine how she and her family feel after losing 2 such vital members of their family.. but I know that the father and brother have made an impact on not only her life but on the lives of each person they met, no matter how briefly or how long they knew them. Kathryn's story is still being written and the events of the last 6 months happened for a reason. The impact of losing 2 loved ones in such a short amount of time will be with her for the rest of her life, but I know that God will use this tragedy to help her to minister to someone one day in such a way that the other persons life will be permanently changed. So Thank you Lord for making us whole and saving our souls. We may not always understand, but we stand, we wait and we trust in You always to lead us. We know that You carry us in Your hands and cover us with Your love, surrounding us daily with Your peace. Thank you Father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. now I'm going back to sleep.. if the Lord will let me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-6574069879179130581?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/6574069879179130581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=6574069879179130581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6574069879179130581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6574069879179130581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-4359112761407897416</id><published>2008-11-08T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:06:00.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful - final installment</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday and I've made it and accomplished my goal of listing 7 things each day that I am thankful for... here is today's list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am thankful for Kathryn Ponder and her courage to step out in faith to do what God wants her to do and for friendship which has richly blessed my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am thankful for Lara Dodds, her exceptional singing voice which is truly a gift from God and for her friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am thankful for quiet Saturday mornings to spend time contemplating the wonders of God's creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am thankful for all the ministers and elders at Highland Oaks who strive daily to do God's will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am thankful for the beauty of the human voice to lift praises up to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I am thankful for people who have the gift of cooking and for those that serve the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am thankful for authors who with their gift of words can take us away for a little to places we may never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it the last 7 things on this list, but it is not totally complete because each day I find more "things" to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-4359112761407897416?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/4359112761407897416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=4359112761407897416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4359112761407897416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4359112761407897416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-final-installment.html' title='Thankful - final installment'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7567619313435022011</id><published>2008-11-07T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:56:02.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's thankfuls</title><content type='html'>Ahhh Fridays... the end of most people's work week and the beginning of the much treasured weekends... Here is today's list of "things" I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well for Fridays of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. But also for Mondays because they make us appreciate our weekends more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  For all of the animals, especially my cat Sierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  For beautiful blue skies with puffy white clouds and dark stormy gray skies filled with the promise of rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The sweet sound of a bird song early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Courteous drivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Polite sales clerks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-7567619313435022011?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7567619313435022011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7567619313435022011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7567619313435022011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7567619313435022011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/fridays-thankfuls.html' title='Friday&apos;s thankfuls'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-9072575843303194379</id><published>2008-11-06T19:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:18:34.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Here is today's list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;1. For the mute button on my remote control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;2. My boyfriend, James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;3. My soft bed and comfy blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;4. Rainy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;5. Cool, autumn days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;6. Soft, flannel pjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;7. My computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-9072575843303194379?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/9072575843303194379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=9072575843303194379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/9072575843303194379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/9072575843303194379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-thanks.html' title='More Thanks'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-4070843301900198646</id><published>2008-11-05T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:13:45.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today I am thankful for the following "things"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.  That I live in a country where I can worship God in my own way, without risk of persecution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. That I have food to eat daily when so many are starving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. That I work with children, they help me to see the world in new and different ways all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. That I have eyes to see God's wonderful creations and ears to hear the wonderful music of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. That I have moments of blessed silence, especially at the end of the day :0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7.  That I am able to own copies of God's words while so many don't have that privilege or are at risk of persecution for owning a copy.  Thank you Lord for allowing me to be born in a country free of religious persecution and dear Lord please be with those that live in countries where people are not allowed to worship You freely.  Watch over them Lord and please keep them safe and Lord please bring peace to them and let them one day live in a country where they can worship You without fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-4070843301900198646?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/4070843301900198646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=4070843301900198646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4070843301900198646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4070843301900198646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-day-4.html' title='Thankful Day 4'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7306156002940797945</id><published>2008-11-04T18:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:23:46.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Today I am thankful for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Living in a country where I have the privilege to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. Being alive in this day and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. My brother Billy, his wife, Ali and my niece, Bailey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. The friends God has placed in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;5. Having a rough over my head when so many don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6. Leaves that change color in the fall, causing me to be even more aware of God's wonderful creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7. My health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-7306156002940797945?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7306156002940797945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7306156002940797945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7306156002940797945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7306156002940797945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-part-3.html' title='Thankful Part 3'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-5563756681365257888</id><published>2008-11-03T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:51:03.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Welcome to the second installment of my thankful list....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Parents who volunteer to go on field trips! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Beautiful sunny days :) Thank you God for sending such wonderful weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Brandi Bradford - who helps me make it through each day at work... and is such a great friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. My job... which some days is a blessing and a curse :) but I wouldn't trade it for any other job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. My mom, who taught me how to be a lady (she really tried hard, it's not her fault I didn't make it all the way :)), how to dedicate myself to a job and to be loyal to my employer.  She also taught me how to be a honest Christian woman and to stand up for what I believe in.  I am so thankful that I had her here as long as God allowed her to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6. My dad, for always being there.  Even when he's miles away!  It doesn't matter how far away he is whenever "the car breaks down" or some other malady occurs I know Dad will always be there... he may not always be able to do anything but he's always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. To God for placing me with 2 such wonderful people to help me grow into the person He wants me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well there you have it!  I made it through day 2 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Check back tomorrow to see if I'll keep on track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-5563756681365257888?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/5563756681365257888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=5563756681365257888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/5563756681365257888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/5563756681365257888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-part-2.html' title='I am Thankful part 2'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-8079142575074292711</id><published>2008-11-02T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:21:12.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;During this month of Thanksgiving the church I attend has challenged each of it's members over the course of the next week to each day write down 7 things they are thankful for.  This sounded like a great blog opportunity so this blog is the first installment of my list.  I hope that I am up to the task of doing this each day.  I am a great starter... but don't always complete tasks like this in a timely manner, so I invite each of you to hold me accountable to keep up with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First on my list -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;God's great mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I am thankful that He is merciful to forgive me of ALL my sins no matter how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; or how &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... even though I have done nothing to warrent His forgiveness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - that He loves me no matter what - He is always there to love me, even when I feel unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He gives me when my life is in turmoil.  He is my Rock and my Redeemer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourthly - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He gives me in times of trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifthly - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is the Creator of all things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... and that He created me just the way I am for His purpose and His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixthly - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;His hand that is always outstretched to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, lifting me up when I fall, holding tight when I feel adrift in a sea of lonliness, carrying me in my darkest days.  I am so glad I can feel His hand around me each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for today's &lt;strong&gt;seventh item&lt;/strong&gt; on my list I am thankful to God &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;for sending His son&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to this earth to pay the price for my salvation.  How awesome that God is so giving that He gave His son for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So there you have it... the first seven things I am thankful for... How about you?  What are seven things you are thankful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Check back tomorrow to see what other 7 things I am thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-8079142575074292711?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/8079142575074292711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=8079142575074292711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8079142575074292711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8079142575074292711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful for....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-980954607199286849</id><published>2008-08-21T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:29:56.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week of school</title><content type='html'>Well the first week of school is just about behind me and it has been an exhausting one.  This new school year brings with it a new set of challenges... and a chance to start over once again.  I love being a teacher it's the one job I know of where you get the chance to start over and try new things or reexperience things that you have done before.  It's never the same.  When you have a classroom full of 4 1/2 to 5 year olds to work with life is never boring.  This school year promises to be an interesting one and hopefully one where I will continue to grow as a teacher.  I have 1 new and 1 partially new staff members under my direction this year.  I love new teachers they have such enthuasiasm that I can't help but get reenergized just by being around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I welcomed 14 new children into my classroom.  Some were excited to be there, others were scared because they didn't quite know what to expect from this new teacher and the other kids in the classroom.  I watched their faces as they came in.  It is always interesting to see how they react to being in a new classroom.  For many of them walking into my classroom was nothing new they've been doing it off and on for the past several years.... Two of my new students are siblings of children I have had in the past so I have literally watched them grow from being babies to toddlers and now they get to be just like their big brothers and sisters and get to not only come into Miss Teale's class but they get to stay!  I love teaching in a small private school... while the pay isn't as good as what I would make at a public school the small feeling of community in the middle of the big city feeds my soul.  I love the fact that I am able to build relationships with parents who are actively involved in their children's education.  I love being a part of this time in the lives of the children placed in my care.  They are so full of life and so wonderfully eager to learn.  I hope they never lose that eagerness to learn something new!   And I hope I never lose my appreciation for their love of life or forget the importance of the job I have been given to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-980954607199286849?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/980954607199286849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=980954607199286849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/980954607199286849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/980954607199286849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='The first week of school'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-8774515237709373845</id><published>2008-08-09T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:56:48.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Saturday</title><content type='html'>It has been a full day for me.. started out with a 2 mile walk with 2 of my favorite people. It was a glorious day in Texas.. the weather was relatively mild for an August day and by that I mean it was only in the 90's all day :) so I got the healthy stuff out of the way. What is it about walking with loved ones that helps to make the time go by faster?  That 2 mile walk doesn't really feel like 2 miles when you are sharing in each others lives and keeping each other motivated!  Then my silly boyfriend and I drove around for a while looking for a place to have "brunch" and ended up eating at a mexican food restaurant in Mesquite called Martinez. It was quite delicious. He actually had breakfast and since I'm not really into eggs I had a yummy chicken dish called Monterrey Chicken which is basically grilled chicken under melted cheese. Yummy! Then it was off to see the new batman movie "Dark Knight"! It was really good even though it was rather lengthy.  After the movie he dropped me off at my place so he could go get some sleep before heading into work.  :( Well since he was taking a nap I figured I'd do the same before heading to the hospital to visit a friend. zzzzzzzzz sleepy time! I love naps! After my nap I got up and headed to the hospital to visit my friend who is 7 months pregnant and on bedrest.  She was having a rough time when I got there and God gave me the opportunity to sit with her and listen to her get some of her worries off her chest.  We were able to pray together and then just spend some time hanging out.  I firmly believe that the Lord places us where He needs us to be.  For whatever reason I was put in this young woman's life I hope that I am doing the job He intended me to do. &lt;br /&gt;I pray that my friend and the child she is caring continue to make progress and that the current health issues will be resolved.  I pray that the child will be born healthy and whole and that my friend will learn to trust in God always but especially in the hours of her deepest need.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Now you know why my blog is called "Random Ramblings" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-8774515237709373845?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/8774515237709373845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=8774515237709373845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8774515237709373845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8774515237709373845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-saturday.html' title='My Saturday'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-4246496963448258190</id><published>2008-07-21T19:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:01:09.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><title type='text'>teenagers...well my teenager to be exact</title><content type='html'>Wow this weekend has definitely been a trying one... For those that don't know my situation... at the end of May (has it only been that long?) My sister M (who is 18) came to live with me(I'm um 30 something :))... now I've never had any children and really have had no real desire to have any children since I spend 8 hours a day with a group of 5 year olds. So I really have no child rearing experience...but the Lord in His infinite wisdom has sent M to live with me(in a one bedroom apartment, no less).. so I find myself thrown into the role of mother/sister and I'm really struggling with how to be both to the same person... This past weekend I found myself extremely upset with M... who basically sat around on Saturday playing on the computer while I emptied the dishwasher (which I had asked her to empty on Monday!), cleaned the kitchen and did the laundry.... fortunately my wonderful bf came and picked me up to go to the movies before I said something I know I probably would have regretted... (I'm not known for my diplomacy :o) anyways she left to go to a "party" on Saturday night @ 10 p.m. with the words "don't worry I'm not drinking and I'll be back in time for church services"... (how reassuring!) but at 3 a.m. ... yes I said 3:00 a.m.! I get a text saying that she is staying overnight at a friend's house...and then she doesn't make it to service and doesn't answer any of my texts and finally shows up at around 2 something Sunday afternoon...I didn't say anything just kept on folding the clothes (who knew one extra person could mean doing laundry every weekend instead of every other weekend!) and she was talking to me like she hadn't done anything wrong... she was babbling on (she is very good at babbling) about stuff she had done... no I'm sorry I didn't make it home when I said I would.. no apology for not responding to texts or anything... just acted like everything was ok... BUT she did start to fold the clothes with me and made some comment about helping me because she knew she'd upset me yesterday! LOL all I said was Yep... and just kept on folding clothes...and just kind of let it go...&lt;br /&gt;So yep I have no idea what I'm doing... just taking it one day at a time... any advice on helping her learn to be responsible would be greatly appreciated.. anybody out there have any words of wisdom? Strategies you've tried that have worked?&lt;br /&gt;Wow I just read back over what I wrote and I sound like Martha in the Mary and Martha story in the Bible!... ok this post has gone on for much longer than I thought it would... I would appreciate any help or constructive criticism you all can offer!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If any of you know me and M please don't say anything to her about this blog...this is my place to vent and to get things off my chest... if I want her to know about this blog I will let her know.. thanks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-4246496963448258190?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/4246496963448258190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=4246496963448258190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4246496963448258190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/4246496963448258190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/07/teenagerswell-my-teenager-to-be-exact.html' title='teenagers...well my teenager to be exact'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-3735521663349045965</id><published>2008-07-14T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:43:42.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've slipped</title><content type='html'>Ok... for those that don't know me and read this I'll give a little bit of background... up until January I had smoked a 1/2 to a pack of cigarettes a day.  On January 13th I quit and up until last week I haven't had a single cigarette.. than came a really rough day and the desire for a cigarette was overwhelming... so I had one... and since then I have had one about every other night... and tonight I had 2... I feel so angry with myself and know that I have disappointed a lot of people who supported me during the process I went through to quit previously... so I am asking you all to pray for me and to help me to keep from smoking again full time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-3735521663349045965?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/3735521663349045965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=3735521663349045965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3735521663349045965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3735521663349045965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-slipped.html' title='I&apos;ve slipped'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-6982600469524535633</id><published>2008-07-03T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:57:29.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose - what on earth am i here for?</title><content type='html'>A person's purpose is something most people struggle with their entire lives.  What am I here for?  Is a question asked by many day in and day out.  Many people put on a façade, a mask to hide their inner turmoil.  They struggle daily with the one question no one can answer for them and one in which the answer changes daily, hourly and even by the minute.  I think the answer to the question of one's purpose in life is a very simple one but one many of us have a hard time understanding or even admitting to… we are here in this time and in this place doing what we are doing for one reason and one reason only …. To give glory to God… if you had asked me about my purpose 10 years ago… 5 years ago… a year ago or even yesterday or tomorrow… maybe even in the next hour my response would be different but for now… in this moment … at this time from where I am sitting I know that my purpose is to live daily for God and to do my best daily to help those He has placed in my life.  I know I don't always fulfill the purpose God has given me in that minute but I am always striving to do what He has called me to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-6982600469524535633?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/6982600469524535633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=6982600469524535633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6982600469524535633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6982600469524535633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/07/purpose-what-on-earth-am-i-here-for.html' title='Purpose - what on earth am i here for?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-1218760376607324370</id><published>2008-07-03T00:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:50:52.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SGxogzw66DI/AAAAAAAAADg/dWb50lgse9g/s1600-h/I_Am_The_American_Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218660981076060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SGxogzw66DI/AAAAAAAAADg/dWb50lgse9g/s200/I_Am_The_American_Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liberty and Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Justice for All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Land that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Family and Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;God and Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loyalty and Devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happiness and Sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laughter and Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Free to Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Free to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The life that I chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blessed beyond measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To live in the Land of the Free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of the Brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Support our Troops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-1218760376607324370?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/1218760376607324370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=1218760376607324370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1218760376607324370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1218760376607324370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SGxogzw66DI/AAAAAAAAADg/dWb50lgse9g/s72-c/I_Am_The_American_Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-3859446755394277813</id><published>2008-06-30T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:10:24.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I am....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;a child of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;an independent woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;a sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a daughter of my earthly father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a lover of life and of love and of everything good in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a hand to those in need.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;one who worships the Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;one who suffers for those in pain, who rejoices with those in times of truimphant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;one who loves children and animals and will do all in her power to protect them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;simple yet complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;happy and sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;loved and in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;confused and amazed each day by the awesome works of my Lord God Almighty.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am wonderfully and beautifully made... Psalms 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&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/2121758382054244874-3859446755394277813?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/3859446755394277813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=3859446755394277813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3859446755394277813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/3859446755394277813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am.html' title='I am....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-6394843477004311067</id><published>2008-06-23T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:50:52.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Watching Over Me</title><content type='html'>The father of one of my best friends passed away this past weekend. As I was following her and my other best friend to her house this song kept playing through my head. During the hours since I left her exhausted and asleep on her couch I have come to realize that this song really reflects my view of where our loved ones are and what they are doing. I know that her dad and my mom though they never met this side of heaven are up there watching over all of us. Rest in peace Aaron and Mom and all those who have gone ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215267432395244562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SGBaGRyVBBI/AAAAAAAAADY/6A2lK2VIUzc/s200/angels-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME&lt;br /&gt;Traditional&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All night, all day,&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over me, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;All night, all day,&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;Sun is a-setting in the West;&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over me, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep my child, take your rest;&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;All night, all day,&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over me, my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;All night, all day,&lt;br /&gt;Angels watching over me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-6394843477004311067?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/6394843477004311067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=6394843477004311067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6394843477004311067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/6394843477004311067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/06/angels-watching-over-me.html' title='Angels Watching Over Me'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SGBaGRyVBBI/AAAAAAAAADY/6A2lK2VIUzc/s72-c/angels-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-8133531207573273992</id><published>2008-06-15T19:09:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:50:54.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Psalm 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lord is my Shepherd = That's Relationship! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrLD2vyI/AAAAAAAAABI/DH1o194NsXY/s1600-h/relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212267499012669218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrLD2vyI/AAAAAAAAABI/DH1o194NsXY/s200/relationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall not want = That's Supply! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212268882970607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWy7utJAKI/AAAAAAAAABw/xxS8XH0vOwo/s200/supply.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He maketh me to lie down in green pastures = That's Rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212269035601319010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWzEnTI1GI/AAAAAAAAAB4/adDI5kSsisk/s200/rest.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He leadeth me beside the still waters = That's Refreshment! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212269258923247842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWzRnPPCOI/AAAAAAAAACA/-658OlerNx8/s200/refreshment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He restoreth my soul = That's Healing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212269494275193522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWzfT_gurI/AAAAAAAAACI/swYiHke-0TA/s200/healing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness = That's Guidance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212270855770624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW0uj9UUoI/AAAAAAAAACY/x5igzY8ZSnQ/s200/guidance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For His name sake = That's Purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212271325657805554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW1J6bJsvI/AAAAAAAAACg/OmScUZ_k8sA/s200/purpose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death = That's Testing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212271643600920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW1ca2snmI/AAAAAAAAACo/D1IzX25YCo4/s200/testing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will fear no evil = That's Protection! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212271935685845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW1ta9K4eI/AAAAAAAAACw/_7JUlKl6TCk/s200/protection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Thou art with me = That's Faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212272347842217266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW2FaW6BTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8As0EQZOeZs/s200/faithfulness.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me = That's Discipline! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxr274uYI/AAAAAAAAABo/YAbEAhddU40/s1600-h/discipline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212267510790404482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxr274uYI/AAAAAAAAABo/YAbEAhddU40/s200/discipline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies = That's Hope! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212272884731336178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW2kqbP1fI/AAAAAAAAADA/faQi4jvwPpo/s200/hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou annointest my head with oil = That's Consecration! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrmcqr3I/AAAAAAAAABg/9iEe6pEZ8gY/s1600-h/consecration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212267506364493682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrmcqr3I/AAAAAAAAABg/9iEe6pEZ8gY/s200/consecration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cup runneth over = That's Abundance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrARMzcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vwrtpeIa1PE/s1600-h/abundance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212267496115850690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrARMzcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vwrtpeIa1PE/s200/abundance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life = That's Blessing ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrc8dZkI/AAAAAAAAABY/OgUTCaUfeTI/s1600-h/blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212267503813486146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrc8dZkI/AAAAAAAAABY/OgUTCaUfeTI/s200/blessing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;And I will dwell in the house of the Lord = That's Security! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212273646707928098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW3RBAn7CI/AAAAAAAAADI/WoXabT9_6Bo/s200/security.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forever = That's Eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212273980920619570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFW3keDI4jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zcy9cbirRMc/s200/eternity.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compilation unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-8133531207573273992?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/8133531207573273992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=8133531207573273992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8133531207573273992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/8133531207573273992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/06/psalm-23-lord-is-my-shepherd-thats.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWxrLD2vyI/AAAAAAAAABI/DH1o194NsXY/s72-c/relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-1898871162205488901</id><published>2008-06-15T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:50:55.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There are a lot of things going on in my life right now and I'm feeling scattered. For someone who values her quiet time and protects it, I haven't had much of it lately. Back over the Memorial Day weekend my 18 year old sister came to live with me. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWcPqjET-I/AAAAAAAAABA/Amg98GWznmA/s1600-h/4-12-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212243936684560354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWcPqjET-I/AAAAAAAAABA/Amg98GWznmA/s200/4-12-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is very interesting living with her especially in a one bedroom apartment.  This is the first time we have lived with each other.  With a 20 year age difference I had moved out before she moved in with my parents, so other than the occasional Christmas and spring breaks we haven't really spent a lot of time together.  She has been drifting in and out of my apartment since January and has finally decided to stick or at least so it seems.  And while I want to do whatever I can to help her it has been and continues to be a challenge living with someone so young, who has a different outlook on life.  She is all about having the social stuff and while I enjoy hanging out with my friends I've gone through my "wild" days of drinking, partying and staying out all night.  My wild nights now a days include playing cards and board games with my friends or dinner and a movie with my boyfriend and home in bed by midnight at the latest.  I love my sister and I want to do what's best but sometimes I feel so inept in guiding her, in helping her to grow as a person... I feel like the role of parent has been thrust upon me... I never desired to be a parent and find myself ill equipped to handle this role the Lord has given me.  I pray that the Lord will give me the strength to guide this young soul, the patience to handle whatever challenges come and the words to speak when needed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;     When I sat down to write this, this is not what I had in mind to write about... but these are the words that came out... Only time will tell...Only time will tell what will come and years from now when I look back on this time I hope and pray that I have done my job well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWcPqjET-I/AAAAAAAAABA/Amg98GWznmA/s1600-h/4-12-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2121758382054244874-1898871162205488901?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/1898871162205488901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=1898871162205488901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1898871162205488901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/1898871162205488901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/06/scattered.html' title='Scattered'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFWcPqjET-I/AAAAAAAAABA/Amg98GWznmA/s72-c/4-12-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2121758382054244874.post-7708256217415473732</id><published>2008-06-15T14:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:50:55.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes made....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212193081777512882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFVt_hQY4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LImxhBB4S2E/s320/dandelion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishes made....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By blowing petals off a flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;By blowing out all the candles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or perhaps a wish upon a falling star.&lt;br /&gt;Wishes made in the bright spring light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;or in the lingering darkness of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishes made in childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishes made with love so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishes made with hearts so frail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fade as I grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Into adulthood so fair.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wish I might,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have this wish I wish tonight... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wishes made....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wither and die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;consumed this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;as I begin to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hopes and dreams once so bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hidden now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;stacks of bills and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;unkind words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Until I no longer wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to hope or dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but shuffle daily through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With eyes downcast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And shoulders bent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With a sigh I linger on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The smile upon another's face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A small child blows upon the petals of a flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Makes a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And reminds me of a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I did the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lights a fire within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K. Teale 6/10/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s27.photobucket.com/albums/c166/miss_teale/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MVC-022S.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=34324764&amp;amp;blogID=404628469"&gt;http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=34324764&amp;amp;blogID=404628469&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2121758382054244874-7708256217415473732?l=kteale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=34324764' title='Wishes made....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/feeds/7708256217415473732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2121758382054244874&amp;postID=7708256217415473732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7708256217415473732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2121758382054244874/posts/default/7708256217415473732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kteale.blogspot.com/2008/06/wishes-made.html' title='Wishes made....'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15829886175323895587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SV-ay0erssI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MHeARlC6dVE/S220/James+and+I+Dec+2008+pic+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKRl1tJecWk/SFVt_hQY4bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LImxhBB4S2E/s72-c/dandelion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
