<?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-1770321563640429693</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:51:28.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6846339773420958122</id><published>2009-05-14T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:07:36.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what to write</title><content type='html'>again, not much to say today.  all the late nights have caught up with me.  i woke up with a stuffy nose and sore throat this morning.  so i didn't do a lot today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse and i spent quite a bit of time reading - which i love doing.  he has favorite books that we would read 100 times in a row i would do it.  but i am so glad he loves reading.  it is a great time of cuddling and reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to head to bed soon, i think, to try and fight off this cold before it really gets a hold on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6846339773420958122?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6846339773420958122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6846339773420958122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6846339773420958122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6846339773420958122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-write.html' title='what to write'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-1318691032899065481</id><published>2009-05-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:17:50.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking.....</title><content type='html'>ok so i have been a slacker as far as blogging is concerned.  my family was here for mother's day weekend and then my sister, melissa, and nephew, jude, stayed for a couple more days.  we did some shopping, some talking, some just plain hanging out.  it was so good for my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much to say or much going on right now.  i am working on redoing the office and breakroom area at work and am really excited about what it will look like and how it will change our working atmosphere - more professional and yet more relaxed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse was getting ready for bed tonight and just came and sat on the couch with me for a bit.  i was just looking at him and it struck me how truly amazing he is to me.  it is something i can't really put into words.  i am extremely thankful for him and how he has changed our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am off to bed.  melissa and i stayed up way too late the last few nights but it was so totally worth it.  i love hanging out with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-1318691032899065481?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1318691032899065481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=1318691032899065481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/1318691032899065481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/1318691032899065481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/slacking.html' title='slacking.....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6140177444029066113</id><published>2009-05-10T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:25:57.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SgfEommJw0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hZmTxP4xJnM/s1600-h/easter+09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is my second mother's day as a mom. there were times in my life i thought i would never get to be a mom and so mother's day is extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother's days in the past could be a really hard day. i loved the day because i got to celebrate my mom - who is the best mom in the world. but it was also an incredibly painful day - seeing all the other moms celebrating their children and motherhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God is so faithful and i got to celebrate mother's day for the first time 2 years ago. what an amazing day that was! to look at my son and know God gave him to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, happy mother's day to all the mothers and those who are waiting, please hold fast to your faith and hold fast to the Lord. He will be there for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6140177444029066113?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6140177444029066113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6140177444029066113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6140177444029066113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6140177444029066113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3477883466991160271</id><published>2009-05-07T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:09:12.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost forgot</title><content type='html'>i almost forgot to do my blog today.  it has been a long day and i am really tired.  i am actually heading to bed before 11pm and that is something for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is coming for a visit this weekend.  i am so excited about them coming.  i love spending time with my family.  they are my friends, not just my family.  we always have a great time when we are together.  i am extremely thankful for my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is it for today.  my brain has nothing more to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3477883466991160271?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3477883466991160271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=3477883466991160271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3477883466991160271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3477883466991160271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SgJaGsTMZ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Fo52MjdqIfI/s320/kelsey+creek+park+april+09+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today was just a day. nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work at the bakery with jesse. i answered phones, helped customers, did paperwork, etc. i got to see my friends - myhanh, molly, priscila, danny, anton, nick, fred. jesse got to hang out with me - helped me with labels, climbed flour bags, drew, played with his cars, ate an apple from molly (she's the apple lady to jesse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse and i came home, had lunch and he had a nap. i did some cleaning, some relaxing. jesse woke up, philip came home, i went back to work to do orders. came home, had dinner, planted some of my tomatoes (please, no more frost). read to jesse and now he is down for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, nothing special. but it was a good day.  thank you, Lord, for my guys. they are a true blessing to me.&lt;div 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day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SgJaGsTMZ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Fo52MjdqIfI/s72-c/kelsey+creek+park+april+09+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-7879091469431523095</id><published>2009-05-05T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:19:49.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more from the retreat</title><content type='html'>i am at the 2009 adoptive moms retreat.  what an amazing time and what an amazing group of women.  all of these women have chosen to adopt children - a lot or few, domestic or international, birth adoption or foster care.  even if the children these women have brought into their homes aren't legally adopted in the end, they have adopted them into their hearts and have given that child what may be their first taste of unconditional, true love.  these women truly amaze me.  to hear their stories and see their hearts for the orphans, the unwanted, abused children of the world is such a picture of God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came here with two of my closest friends, who are also adoptive moms.  i am so thankful for their friendship and support.  they have helped make this weekend exactly what i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been kind of at the end of my strength the last few weeks.  not that anything is terribly wrong in my life.  i think i have just needed time to recharge and didn't even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the workshops and speakers are great but for me, just time to laugh, talk and spend time with friends has been so rejuvenating.  the time of worship has been needed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little guilty that i get this time and philip doesn't.  i have talk to him and jesse a couple of times and they are having a good time together.  and that was my prayer on the way up here, that this would be a special time for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful that i was able to go to this retreat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-7879091469431523095?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7879091469431523095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=7879091469431523095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7879091469431523095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7879091469431523095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-from-retreat.html' title='more from the retreat'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3217510442583006754</id><published>2009-05-04T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:05:46.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my great weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Sf-6_LVe73I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UOfToesyGDs/s1600-h/easter+09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332186078367379314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Sf-6_LVe73I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UOfToesyGDs/s200/easter+09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, ok, so i missed few days. but i had a good excuse. i was at an adoptive moms retreat at a great lodge in easton, washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was exactly what i needed. i needed some time to remind myself who stephanie was, besides mommy and wife. the time with my friends, lori and tina, was priceless. the laughter, the giving each other a hard time, the talks about nothing and the talks about everything filled me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think the thing that touched me the most was hearing all these other adoptive moms' stories. hearing about how God answered the cries of their hearts like He did mine. to realize that these women in answering the call that God put on their hearts changed the stories of the children that come into their hearts and homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spending time with these women reminded me how blessed i am and how precious the gift of jesse is. i know these things but need to be reminded when i get bogged down in the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Sf-5mZ1M9iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EoAFyDJGWJU/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; day to day life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Sf-6SxdOh4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/jo7WgwWQWF0/s1600-h/easter+09+040.jpg"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank You, Lord, for my son, my heart.&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/1770321563640429693-3217510442583006754?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3217510442583006754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=3217510442583006754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3217510442583006754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3217510442583006754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-great-weekend.html' title='my great weekend'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Sf-6_LVe73I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UOfToesyGDs/s72-c/easter+09+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5425757776452140944</id><published>2009-04-30T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:28:27.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is the day</title><content type='html'>tomorrow i leave for the weekend for an adoptive moms retreat.  i am really looking forward to it.  uninterrupted time for me.  this is not often available to moms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just telling philip how weird it will be to be away from jesse overnight.  this is the first time.  i know it will be good and i will enjoy it but i know i will miss him too.  even at home i will wake up in the middle of the night and want to go get him and hug him.  he is so precious to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the time away is something i really need.  i have been feeling a little overwhelmed and tired in my spirit and my head.  a lot has happened in our life in the last few months and i need some time to process and just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want to make the most of my time this weekend.  what an amazing time, spending time with 30 other adoptive moms - telling our stories, relaxing, and knowing God cares and has a plan for our families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5425757776452140944?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-7530529584923267927</id><published>2009-04-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:15:18.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost missed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SflP26j0qQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GAdwqnpRKuo/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330379438820731138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SflP26j0qQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GAdwqnpRKuo/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was getting ready to call it a night and i realized i hadn't blogged. i have just minutes before it is tomorrow and i wanted to blog everyday. so i just squeaked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was my nephew jude's birthday. he turned 2. he and jesse are just 4 weeks apart. every time i think about that i just feel so blessed and grateful to God for His love and grace to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have wanted to have children for as long as i can remember. philip and i have been unable to have biological children. adoption has been something we have talked about for a long time. the timing just never seemed right. but about 3 years ago we found out about adoption ministry. we went thru the process of getting ready to adopt - classes, homestudy, etc. we were ready but it didn't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister got pregnant and i was so happy for her and for our family. but in my head and my heart, i was wishing that i could have a baby first. so i really had to trust God and give it all to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister was due around the end of april. it just didn't seem like i was going to have my baby first. but in january, my mom called me and said, "i think there may be baby for you. a little boy due in april." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;long story short, God heard my cry and He answered me. my beautiful baby boy was born april 1st, 2007. and my beautiful nephew was born april 29, 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i talked to melissa later and told her about wanting to have a baby first and praying for it. she looked at me and said, "i was praying the same thing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so thankful to God for jesse and jude and for the fact that they are so close and will grow up together. God truly does care about the cry of our hearts.&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/1770321563640429693-7530529584923267927?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7530529584923267927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=7530529584923267927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7530529584923267927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7530529584923267927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-almost-missed-it.html' title='i almost missed it'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SflP26j0qQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GAdwqnpRKuo/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3732258728753199924</id><published>2009-04-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:47:25.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first time away</title><content type='html'>this weekend i am going on an adoptive moms retreat.  i am really looking forward to the time with other adoptive moms - two of them are a some of my best friends.  i haven't been to this annual retreat before so i'm not really sure what to expect.  but time with other moms and just some time to chill out sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be the first time i will be away from jesse overnight.  i know that i will miss him like crazy.  we hang out every day, all day.  and even on the rough days, i love my time with him.  but i know that this time away will refresh me and help me be a better mom to him.  i think i need a refill on my patience tank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3732258728753199924?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3732258728753199924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=3732258728753199924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3732258728753199924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3732258728753199924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-time-away.html' title='first time away'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4093886121293576890</id><published>2009-04-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:35:38.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how does he remember these things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SfZ5dLvXHVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0ws9oqzemOU/s1600-h/kelsey+creek+park+april+09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580751314165074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SfZ5dLvXHVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0ws9oqzemOU/s200/kelsey+creek+park+april+09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it is so incredible to me the things that jesse remembers and keeps in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today he was having mac&amp;amp;cheese and cucumbers for lunch. he was chowing down on the mac&amp;amp;cheese then took a bite of the cucumber. he looked at me and said "happy birthday." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldn't believe it. the first time he ate cucumber was at his birthday party. how did he remember that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-4093886121293576890?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4093886121293576890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=4093886121293576890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4093886121293576890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4093886121293576890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-does-he-remember-these-things.html' title='how does he remember these things?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SfZ5dLvXHVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0ws9oqzemOU/s72-c/kelsey+creek+park+april+09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5587696019944506855</id><published>2009-04-26T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:41:05.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gardening</title><content type='html'>i have decided to do some gardening this year.  (even though my sister and i are still trying to overcome the terrible memories of having to weed for hours on end in the blazing sun as children.  just kidding, mom and dad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have started my plants inside since the winter seems to be dragging on a bit this year.  i am probably a little ambitious but i have quite a few different things i've decided to grow.  philip has built me a planter box and may have to build another if all the plants choose to sprout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have planted lemon cucumbers, pear tomatoes, ground cherries, bok choy, regular tomatoes, spaghetti squash, patty pans, some herbs, pumpkins, and watermelon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my plantings today and i have signs of life.  my cucumbers, ground cherries, and bok choy have lifted their heads above the dirt.  now i just need to keep them alive till it stops frosting.  hopefully, that will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so cool to see these plants break thru the soil and show their lovely greenness.  can't wait to get them in the ground and watch them get bigger and then taste their fruit.  i will keep you up to date on their progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5587696019944506855?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5587696019944506855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=5587696019944506855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5587696019944506855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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change that.  it isn't a concrete, make it happen now, change everything in one fell swoop kind of plan.  but a plan none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is part of the plan.  it is a working on discipline part of the plan.  also, a being honest, getting things off my chest part of the plan.  i'm not going to be airing dirty laundry or talking about how other people wronged me.  i want to use this to work thru things in my head and heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just a note to say "further up and further in" in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5026729202683910264?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5026729202683910264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5393227390136183088</id><published>2009-04-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:47:48.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not sleeping well</title><content type='html'>i have always had a problem with insomnia - sometimes it is worse than others.  a lot of the time i have a hard time falling asleep - i have been known to lay awake for hours.  but recently i have been waking up several times during the night and then having a hard time getting back to sleep.  it is so frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the other night i slept thru the night.  you would think that i would be excited about it.  but i wasn't.  all night i dreamt of being asleep and waking up.  every one of my dreams was like that.  grrrrr!  it was sooooooooo frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is my post for the day.  hopefully, a full night's sleep and no waking dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5393227390136183088?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5393227390136183088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=5393227390136183088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5393227390136183088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5393227390136183088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-sleeping-well.html' title='not sleeping well'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6989127527015295667</id><published>2009-04-23T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:49:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not much to say again today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SfE2v9RDofI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Glu5DAwsM_g/s1600-h/Philip_and_Jesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328100031683863026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SfE2v9RDofI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Glu5DAwsM_g/s200/Philip_and_Jesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i really don't have a lot to say today. but i have been thinking about how blessed i am. i have an amazing family - great husband who loves me in spite of me, a lovely little boy who lights up when he sees his mommy, wonderful parents who are my friends as well as my parents, a sister and family who are some of my favorite people and first choice of people to spend time with. i am so thankful for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6989127527015295667?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6989127527015295667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6989127527015295667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4417567276972741923</id><published>2009-04-22T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:25:53.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loooooong day</title><content type='html'>i think today's blog will be a short one.  i spent the day with ..... dah dah dahdah!  whiner boy!  jesse is lovely but there are days when he seems to be unable to just simply ask for things.  when he asks for cheese, it is not "cheese, please."  it becomes "cheeeeeeeeessssssse" with the hidden subtext "i will die if i do not receive said cheese right this second."  imagine "cheese" but in a high-pitched, extremely drawn out pronunciation.  not pleasant after the first hour.  i am glad to say that we made it thru the day though.  ahhhhh!  8 o'clock is bedtime.  tomorrow is another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4575578231821157323</id><published>2009-04-21T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:39:32.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another quick jesse story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Se6RTbNU2YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HZRHKUIKcFc/s1600-h/nov+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327355172133067138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Se6RTbNU2YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HZRHKUIKcFc/s200/nov+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dad, aka papa, has created a monster. when we were in bend for easter, papa took jesse for a walk. on this walk they talked of many things - secret things between a papa and a grandson. but one thing they talked about and learned was picking flowers for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so cute. jesse came back with some beautiful pansies for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now he is a flower picking fiend. it is great because i get lots of flowers. at the moment the only flowers in our yard are dandelions. so i get the lovely yellow flowers and he gets the lovely yellow hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so amazed how quickly he learns and how much he remembers. with the flowers it's not like my daddy spent hours talking and showing him how to find the flowers, pick them, and bring them to me. it was once or twice but jesse remembers it and he remembers it was papa who taught him. how incredible it that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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story'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Se6RTbNU2YI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HZRHKUIKcFc/s72-c/nov+08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5839112092400164682</id><published>2009-04-20T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:47:03.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back - niiiiice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Se1BZeK4FEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nJTQ2DWPWlY/s1600-h/april+09+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326985840100381762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Se1BZeK4FEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nJTQ2DWPWlY/s200/april+09+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok. it has been forever since i have blogged. i fell off the blogging wagon but am ready to get back on. i am going to blog something every day, even if it is just a saying, a complaint, a big yea!!, or a story about my day. i love writing but am always worried i won't have anything to say. so i am going to say something every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is a jesse story.  this is tale of realization that my 2-year-old is listening to everything i am saying. scary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day jesse and i were going out to run errands and shocker of shockers it was sunny. so i asked jesse if he wanted to wear his sunglasses. he said yes in his own grunt of excitement. i handed him the sunglasses, he put them on, looked at me and then said, "niiiiiice!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i about fell over. it was so hilarious. i say that to him all the time when he comes out in one of his dress up outfits or if he does some thing new. i just never thought he was really picking up on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it got me to thinking. if he is hearing "niiiiice!" come out of my mouth, he is hearing everything else. oops! i really have to think more before i speak, before i yell at the person who cut me off, before i say something not so nice about someone who pissed me off. yikes! Lord, i need help with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5839112092400164682?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5839112092400164682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=5839112092400164682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5839112092400164682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5839112092400164682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-niiiiice.html' title='i&apos;m back - niiiiice!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/Se1BZeK4FEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nJTQ2DWPWlY/s72-c/april+09+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-2566676807568806202</id><published>2008-10-13T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:50:21.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i?</title><content type='html'>i have been doing a lot of thinking lately about who i am and what i have to offer.  i know that i am a wife and a mother, a daughter and a sister, an admin assistant, a person who loves to sing and play the piano, a person who loves to create things.  but i don't feel like i am really good at any one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have been or maybe still can be.  i have never taken the time or the effort to push myself in any one thing.  do i regret this?  yes, sometimes.  i wish i had taken more piano, voice lessons, more training on computers, spent more time with creative things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am thinking - do i pick something now and try and focus on that or do i just keep being a jill of all trades? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the answer is just to keep being who i am but push myself to do more with what i have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-2566676807568806202?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2566676807568806202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=2566676807568806202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/2566676807568806202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/2566676807568806202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-am-i.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-984813421444912892</id><published>2008-09-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:38:16.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting started again</title><content type='html'>i know, i know.  i have so dropped the ball with my blogging.  but i am ready to get started again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i don't feel like i have anything to say - not enough going on in my life to write about.  i could write about jesse every day because he does amazing things all the time.  but i want this to be about me too.  so it is hard to figure out what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i have been struggling with thoughts about my weight.  i want to lose weight.  i don't need to be skinny, just comfortable.  i came to a realization today.  hold on to your hats, people.  it takes work to lose weight.  i know, a shocker, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry.  i've always known it takes work to lose weight but i had to remind myself of that.  i need to make a plan.  i tend to try and take the easy way out but look where that has gotten me.  so i am going to get a plan together and get started (again).  i have made a start more times then i can remember.  but i know that i am not giving up.  so i start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will probably write about this some in the days and weeks to come.  i know i have issues with food and i know i am not a huge fan of exercise but i will be working at them both.  i want to change this part of my life.  i want to be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-984813421444912892?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/984813421444912892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=984813421444912892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/984813421444912892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/984813421444912892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-started-again.html' title='getting started again'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5503853175455374735</id><published>2008-09-02T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:45:48.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it just hits me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SL4kYIzi6LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uPw0JpQtImA/s1600-h/sept+08+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241667013404977330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SL4kYIzi6LI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uPw0JpQtImA/s200/sept+08+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today was a rough day. i wasn't feeling well and things weren't going my way. i was in a parking lot talking to my husband on the phone and things just kind of all hit me at once and i just started crying. i was crying and sniffing and feeling sorry for myself when all of the sudden this incredibly amazing sound came from the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my son, jesse, was laughing his head off. i have never heard him laugh so hard. i looked back and he was just exploding with laughter. every time i sniffed he would just start all over again. so of course, i couldn't help myself and i started laughing too. philip, my husband, heard him over the phone and started laughing as well. it really just turned my day around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems that a lot of times when i am feeling down, overwhelmed, or just plain done, the Lord uses jesse to remind me i don't have it as bad as i build it up in my mind that i have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went camping over labor day weekend with some our of best friends. we met jay and tina in our adoption classes. we have been so blessed to have them in our lives. they adopted their son, brennan, 9 months before we adopted jesse. anyways, we were camping with them this past weekend and it was so great to see the boys together and to know that God planned and placed these very special boys in our families. He knew we needed them and they needed us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went swimming when we were camping and it was so great to see jesse playing in the water with philip. one of the neatest things for me was to see how safe jesse felt with philip. jesse would come to me for a few minutes but it was very apparent that he wanted to be with daddy. he let philip dunk him under water, spin him around, throw him in the air and it all included lots of laughing and yelling with excitement. i love to watch him with his daddy. it does my heart good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank You, Lord, for my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5503853175455374735?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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he is learning daddy is at work. and lunch is a new word. it is so cute to see his little tongue come out to make the "l" sound. he is definitely doing more copying - trying to do and say the things we do. yikes, is that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching a documentary awhile back about a deaf boy who was getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cochlear&lt;/span&gt; implant. it talked about his thoughts and feelings about the whole thing. one thing he really wanted was to hear his girlfriend say his name. he got the implant and had to wait two weeks before they turned it on. so he goes to the doctor to turn it on. they tested it and then turned it on. he was in shock when he heard his mom speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they left the office and just walking to the car overwhelmed him. all the noise we take for granted - people talking, cars driving by, radios blasting, even the wind blowing. after total silence for his whole life, there is all this sound in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing that just struck me was that he has to learn the language. i didn't even think about that part. i just was thinking he will get the implant and be able to talk and communicate verbally with people. but he has to learn what the words mean. he's never heard them before. just like a baby, the words are just sounds till he can associate them with what they mean. it just blew me away. they were saying it could take as long as 2 - 3 years for him to understand everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure his mom is just as excited as i am about my son learning new words and being able to communicate verbally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-1897860237910233792?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-7036491307049868533</id><published>2008-08-19T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:12:05.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't i sleep?</title><content type='html'>have you ever had insomnia?  i do.  not as bad as i used to.  when i was single, i would clean my house at 3o'clock in the morning cause i couldn't sleep.  since having jesse, my insomnia isn't as bad.  guess he helps me be more tired at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it isn't even about being tired.  like tonight, i am really tired.  but thinking about going to bed just makes me feel restless and jittery.  so i know if i go to bed i will just lay there looking at the ceiling, checking the clock, and my mind will be running a mile a minute.  not very restful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only taken over the counter sleep medicine once or twice.  now with jesse i am afraid if i take the medicine i won't hear jesse if he wakes up or if i hear him i will be too groggy to be of any use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes insomnia can be put to productive use - like cleaning the house, blogging (tee hee), paying bills, answering email, etc.  it is one of the few times i am alone.  so sometimes i don't mind it.  but it seems to happen a lot when i really could use the rest for the day to come.  i'm sure that is part of the problem - my brain is planning for the day ahead and is trying to get a head start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tonight seems to be one of those nights.  i think i might read instead of laying and looking at the ceiling.  i am reading a jd robb book that is pretty good.  maybe i will finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-7036491307049868533?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7036491307049868533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=7036491307049868533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7036491307049868533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7036491307049868533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-cant-i-sleep.html' title='why can&apos;t i sleep?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3838320113585122368</id><published>2008-08-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:43:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SKnB1H_CSRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Rpsdd3sMWxs/s1600-h/july+08+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235929160215578898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SKnB1H_CSRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Rpsdd3sMWxs/s200/july+08+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in a blog a couple weeks ago i wrote about my grandmother and going to see her and introduce her to my son, jesse. yesterday morning she passed away. and i felt a deep sadness. not necessarily that she was gone but a sadness that i never really knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i have been thinking about her this morning, i wish i had known her. i wish i had had the kind of relationship with her that i could had talked to her about her childhood, her school years, jobs she had, hobbies that she loved. i just wish i could have seen more of her and not just the hard, brusque outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that parts of her life left her hard and angry. i know that things probably didn't turn out for her like she wished or dreamt them. i know she shut people out to keep from getting hurt again. but i wish i could have or would have tried harder to get inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she and i never saw eye to eye. from childhood i felt i never measured up to her standard. even as i got older, we just never could seem to find common ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think we could have enjoyed more time together if we had tried harder. we both loved ceramics and crocheting. i think she liked reading and i know that we both do crosswords - she was great at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it never happened. but i know that i loved her anyway and i know now that she loved me even if she couldn't show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am sad that we never really got to know each other. i think we might have liked each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;delores storey 8/17/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3838320113585122368?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3838320113585122368/comments/default' title='Post 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-8874849851084421487</id><published>2008-08-13T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:28:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new milestone</title><content type='html'>my son has started walking.  it is so exciting to see him gain confidence with every step and to see the pride on his face as he walks toward me.  he thinks he is so big as he is walking across the room.  you can just see that he knows it is a huge milestone and he expects for it to be acknowledged.  so when he reaches his destination, he looks at us and starts clapping.  and we had better start clapping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then he will come to a point where he just doesn't want to walk anymore.  if we try to get him to walk more, he just sits down.  we can try all the tricks and it doesn't work.  he just sits down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can be like that in my life.  i take huge steps in my life and am moving forward.  i feel great accomplishment and know that i am moving to the next level.  but then all of the sudden, i just stop.  i'm not sure if it is fear of the unknown, fear of failure, wanting to stay in my comfort zone, or just plain laziness.  when i get to that point, i really have to push myself to keep moving.  i don't always do it.  but i hope that i keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving forward, growing isn't easy.  it means change, growing pains, giving up things that are comfortable.  but the rewards are so much more than we will ever believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-8874849851084421487?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8874849851084421487/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5428775890994602025</id><published>2008-08-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:36:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miracles happen every day</title><content type='html'>i know, i know. it has been forever since i blogged anything. but i have been on vacation and then trying to get back in the swing of things after the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a good time but were in the south in august. yuck!!! last day was 103 degrees with about 70% humidity. again, yuck!!! but we got to spend time with lots for family and friends. so that part was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/JCTSmith/RussAndJenn2008"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/JCTSmith/SJ41RtEzl_E/AAAAAAAAB0o/inLHk_TTFd4/s160-c/RussAndJenn2008.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one couple we got to spend time with were our friends, russ and jenn. we have been friends with them for a very long time. they got married a year after us. and like us, weren't able to have children. but about 9 months ago we got a call from russ and they were pregnant!! it was an amazing thing to hear. we got to stay a couple of days with them and see God's work in person. she is due just about any time now. philip got to help hang up some art that spells out their baby's name - parker. it is so incredible to see what God has done for them. He is blessing them with a miracle baby just like our jesse. the miracles just happened in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is something that i keep learning. we have in our minds how we think God should do things. and most of the time we get it wrong. sometimes because He does it differently than we are expecting, we have a hard time seeing and accepting His miracles. i know i have missed out on a few because my stubbornness has kept me from seeing what i need to see. how stupid is that. God puts something amazing right in front of us and because it doesn't look, smell, taste or sound like we think it should, we totally miss out on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, forgive me for missing Your miracles. help me see the miracles You have for me and not let my perceptions keep me from what You have for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5428775890994602025?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5428775890994602025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=5428775890994602025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5428775890994602025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/5428775890994602025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/08/miracles-happen-every-day.html' title='miracles happen every day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/JCTSmith/SJ41RtEzl_E/AAAAAAAAB0o/inLHk_TTFd4/s72-c/RussAndJenn2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-7300317221552414409</id><published>2008-07-28T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:14:31.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my camping moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SI4adCwBO0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IaK6SRuBMMc/s1600-h/july+08+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228145303680531266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SI4adCwBO0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IaK6SRuBMMc/s200/july+08+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last blog entry i talked about looking forward to my camping moment. i had several but here is one that really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning jesse woke up, had his bottle and then got into bed with us. after a bit of playing he fell back asleep. i got to lay beside him and just watch him sleep. i was again overwhelmed by feelings of love and thankfulness. i laid there beside him and prayed for his birth mother, thanking God that she made a decision for the sake of jesse. she made an incredibly hard decision that truly blessed us and changed our lives forever. i prayed that God would work in her life and bring her to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i prayed, jesse slept. he has no idea yet how his being here has changed who i am, how i think, and how i pray. he has no idea that he has helped make me something i have always wanted to be - a mom. he has no idea how his being here has changed our whole family and even changed people we don't know and will never meet. but one day we will get to tell him his story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-7300317221552414409?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7300317221552414409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=7300317221552414409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7300317221552414409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7300317221552414409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-camping-moment.html' title='my camping moment'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SI4adCwBO0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/IaK6SRuBMMc/s72-c/july+08+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4910934994741688749</id><published>2008-07-23T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:54:42.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my moment</title><content type='html'>this weekend is our annual family camp out.  i am so looking forward to it.  it will be a great time to spend with family - parents, sister, brother-in-law, nephew, uncle and aunt, cousin and wife, husband and son.  lots of us together with lots of uninterrupted time.  i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am also looking forward to my moment.  whenever we go camping there is always a moment of total peace and calm.  it might be early in the morning around the campfire.  it might be floating on the lake.  it might be waking up in the tent with the sounds of camp.  it might be after dark with the fire dying down and thoughts running thru my head.  i never know when it will be but it always comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-4910934994741688749?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4910934994741688749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=4910934994741688749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4910934994741688749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4910934994741688749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-moment.html' title='my moment'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6521596206383221090</id><published>2008-07-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:25:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it up</title><content type='html'>i was reading in james 5 last night and one verse talked about if you were suffering, keep praying for relief and if you had something to be thankful for, keep on praising.  i was thinking that a lot of times we think all we need to do is just pray about something once and that is it.  i know God hears us that one time but it isn't about the actual words, it is about the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to keep praying and asking for different reasons but i think one of them is relationship.  He wants us to keep talking to Him, to keep touching base about this area of our life.  it is important to us and it is important to Him so He wants to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is also about persistence on our part.  is it really important to us?  is it important enough to keep talking to God about it?  how much time are we willing to spend on it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, patience.  we need to remember it is about God's timing.  so prayer is a part of actively waiting for what God has for us.  we need to do our part.  we have to take steps of action to bring things to be and prayer should be the first step.  that is the hard one for me.  i tend to try and make things happen instead of praying first to see how God wants it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, help me take the right first step when i am waiting for something.  help me to pray and keep on praying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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up'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4473279527494565794</id><published>2008-07-21T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:39:11.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not much to say today</title><content type='html'>well, i don't have much to say today.  i have had a headache lurking right behind my eyes all day.  but it was a great day with jesse.  he is such an amazing boy.  i love watching him discover new things and new stuff he can do.  he loves to walk around holding mommy or daddy's hand.  he thinks he is so big.  so even on a day when i am dealing with a headache, he makes me smile and make the day great.  love you, little man.&lt;div 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today'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4081077463752445418</id><published>2008-07-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:19:44.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't waste time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SIQOQPpXiRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R_OGQOu06pY/s1600-h/july+08+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225317139897354514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SIQOQPpXiRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/R_OGQOu06pY/s200/july+08+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jesse and i got back yesterday from visiting family. we stayed with my aunt and uncle and my mom, sister and nephew were there too. then we went to see my grandmother, who lives in an assisted living home. she had never met my son, jesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have never had a great relationship with my grandmother. i always felt she didn't really like me. but i know she had a hard life and any relationship was difficult for her. i feel really sad for her - for all the things she has missed because of how she treated people. she never really let anyone get close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when we went to see her this time, she was somewhat different. i know that she is on alot of medication and stuff, but i think it is more than that. i think she is beginning to realize what she has missed out on. she was so glad to see jesse and jude, her great-grandsons. she was happy we were there and when it came time to leave, she didn't want us to go. i'm not sure it would have made any difference but i wish i would have tried harder to have a relationship with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just reminded me not to waste time. relationships are so important to me and i have to work hard to make sure they are what they should be. this includes my relationship with God, my husband, my child, my family, my friends, and the new relationships God brings me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-4081077463752445418?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4081077463752445418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=4081077463752445418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-8379965915298874922</id><published>2008-07-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:01:24.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adoption ministry</title><content type='html'>today i dropped off 50 baby bottles filled with spare change at adoption ministry.  why would i do that and what is adoption ministry you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, adoption ministry is a YWAM ministry that helps birth mothers and adoptive parents.  they are an amazing group of people.  they helped us with our adoption of jesse.  here is their website if you want to check them out.  &lt;a href="http://www.adoptionministry.net/"&gt;www.adoptionministry.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, they do a fundraiser every year from mother's day to father's day and this year our church participated.  they give out empty baby bottles and you fill them with your spare change.  it is so simple and non-threatening.  our church's response really amazed philip and i.  our church filled 50 baby bottles.  the fundraiser was from mother's day to father's day but almost all the bottles were gone the first sunday and some were back the next sunday.  it was great.  thanks, federal way vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great to be able to take back all those full baby bottles and know we were helping a ministry that helped us so much and continues to help us and others with adoption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-8379965915298874922?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8379965915298874922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3467174627517044467</id><published>2008-07-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:22:11.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taa daa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SH7WwG1Qw0I/AAAAAAAAADw/72eLWdhH6Dw/s1600-h/july+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223848739752428354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SH7WwG1Qw0I/AAAAAAAAADw/72eLWdhH6Dw/s200/july+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had quite a scare today. my son decided to raise my heartbeat a bit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was in his crib and was playing with the wipes box that is on the bookcase at the head of his crib as he always does. i left the room for a minute and heard him drop the wipes box, again as he usually does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i heard a bigger bang and then a crying baby. i ran in and jesse was on the floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the wipes box dropped on the floor, he leaned over the bookcase to see where it went and leaned over too far. he fell out of the crib and onto the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i picked him up and he cried for a little bit but within minutes was laughing and ready to play. i have a good friend who told me that babies bounce and jesse proved that today. he doesn't have any bruises or bumps but mommy had the shakes for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3467174627517044467?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SH7WwG1Qw0I/AAAAAAAAADw/72eLWdhH6Dw/s72-c/july+08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-1720893295017812052</id><published>2008-07-15T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:11:49.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little more</title><content type='html'>just a little more about my thought noodle from yesterday.  the opportunities.  i know that i have many opportunities a day to start or build a relationship.  i also know i have many excuses and ways to not start or build a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that comes to mind is a comment i made to one of my neighbors.  we were talking one time and i said something about if i am not in the mood to deal with the world, i leave my living room curtains closed.  well, unbeknownst to me, she took this to heart and wouldn't call or come over if they were closed.  that really hit me hard.  i do close myself off sometimes and i know closed curtains aren't the only weapon in my arsenal.  i think i need to start going thru my weapons of closed-offness and get rid of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also know that it will not be an easy process.  i know that with the opportunities God gives me for relationships comes the very real possibility of hurt and rejection.  so i have to decide if the hope of the relationship making a difference in that person's life (and mine) is worth the risk.  it is hard to decide that when you aren't sure what the cost will be.  but i know that God will be with me and if i follow His leading, it will have an eternal purpose.  and i am willing to do what i need to if there is a purpose and knowledge that some one's life will be changed for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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more'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3066989379771186894</id><published>2008-07-14T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:17:23.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel full</title><content type='html'>my mind is filled to the brim with many thoughts today and i feel full.  and i am not sure what to do with most of them.  i know they will eventually sort out but right now they just feel like a big bowl of spaghetti - all the noodles tangled together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thought noodle i have right now was brought on by a meeting i was at tonight.  we were talking about how to reach more people and show them the hope of Jesus.  and basically it comes down to being more real, more open to people and opportunities to build relationships with people we never have before.  we have to be purposeful with our time, our lives, our hearts.  and in being purposeful, we have to realize there will be a cost - a cost in our time, our lives, our hearts.  and we have to be willing to pay that price - there is no half way about a relationship.  we can't start a relationship and realize it is too expensive and bail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has to be real.  it can't be all about the crusade.  it has to be about the relationship.  it has to be about true caring for people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i pay the price?  yes.  will i be willing to pay the price?  i have to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3066989379771186894?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3878002657254437482</id><published>2008-07-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:41:45.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>we are home again after spending the weekend at my parents.  it was a great time.  we got to see some old friends and catch up.  it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they adopted their son and so it was neat to be able to talk to them about jesse's adoption and compare stories.  there truly is a sense of family and connection when you meet and talk with other people who have adopted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoption is such an amazing thing - that someone is willing to give up a child so that child can have a family and a family can be complete.  i am so thankful for adoption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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again'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-960460038492639202</id><published>2008-07-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:57:52.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hangin' with family</title><content type='html'>it has been a great day. i got to spend most of it with my family - which is always great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first thing this morning, philip, jesse, and i had breakfast with our birthmother and her parents. i am always a little nervous about this meetings - i am never sure how it is going to go. but God is always faithful and it generally goes smoothly. i am also thankful we have this relationship so jesse will be able to know his story and where he came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast, we came back to my parents and a nap was had by jesse. then my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew came over, jesse woke up and it was time to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse and jude played in the sandbox and then played in the pool.  after that whole family - grandparents, parents, kids, and the dog - all sat in the grass and played, talked, and just hung out.  it so amazing.  i think i would rather do that than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have said this before but i am so thankful for my family.  i love spending time with them.  we are more than family - we are friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-960460038492639202?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-1371330425185185237</id><published>2008-07-10T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:57:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm stylin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my hair colored today. i had never had it done professionally before. but i got some money and gift cards for mother's day to get it done. i had a picture of what i wanted so i showed kenyetta (my hair stylist) and she had some ideas too. we picked a color and off we went. she foiled my hair and colored the rest then under the hair dryer for 20 minutes. off to the sink for a rinse and another product to seal. sit for 10 minutes and wash. then we go back to the chair and just like in all those reality makeover shows, she turns me away from the mirror and starts to cut. she cuts and styles and is taking such care, trying to get everything just right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she tells me to close my eyes. i thought she was going to spray it with hair spray but she turns me to the mirror and tells me to open my eyes. it was AMAZING! just what i wanted. now i know why all those women get so emotional when they see themselves for the first time. it was so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had sat in front of that mirror just a couple of hours earlier looking at myself, thinking how blah and drab i looked. and now i loved it - my hair was bright and vibrant and just a little funky. just what i wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the time i spent getting it done was so relaxing. i could have dozed off several times. it was so nice to do something for myself like that. even when it came time to pay and it was more than i expected, it didn't bum me out. it's not something i will do every month or anything but it was so nice and rejuvinating. you should try it sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SHb1xVn5FkI/AAAAAAAAADY/NM-ffo8teXI/s1600-h/hair+july+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221631045949527618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SHb1xVn5FkI/AAAAAAAAADY/NM-ffo8teXI/s200/hair+july+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SHb1xtYsZiI/AAAAAAAAADo/DLPG_ymTj24/s1600-h/hair+july+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221631052328232482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SHb1xtYsZiI/AAAAAAAAADo/DLPG_ymTj24/s200/hair+july+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SHb1xda0MRI/AAAAAAAAADg/gdrEo5UYR78/s1600-h/hair+july+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-7601809437233579066</id><published>2008-07-09T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:14:05.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrapbooking</title><content type='html'>i love scrapbooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so much more than just putting some pictures and stickers on some colorful paper.  it is a way to capture memories, spend time remembering the moments, and use creativity to make it beautiful and interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was working on some pages for a scrapbook i gave to our birth mother.  and it was so great to look at the pictures of jesse and see how he has grown.  it was also a time to be extremely thankful to our birth mother for making the choice to give up jesse for adoption so our family would be blessed with this amazing boy.  it was a time to pray for our birth mother - for her life, her future, her relationship with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great time for me to just spend some time relaxing and doing something i enjoy.  as a mom, sometimes i feel like i have had to put some things on hold that i enjoy because life with a boy about to start walking is pretty full.  but just the few hours i spent tonight working on these pages was energizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love scrapbooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-7601809437233579066?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7601809437233579066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=7601809437233579066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7601809437233579066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7601809437233579066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrapbooking.html' title='scrapbooking'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-5062197582949645598</id><published>2008-07-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:10:21.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>last night was a long night.  i know that there are only 24 hours in every single day but when you can't get to sleep, it seems like there are so many more hours than that.  but i got my laundry done, played a few games of slingo, and read my book.  so time wasn't wasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i know what keeps me awake - running thru the day in my mind, thinking "i should have done this, shouldn't have said that", trying to figure out my day tomorrow, worrying about things i can't do anything about.  but last night i just couldn't sleep.  what a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am hoping that tonight is a different story.  i want to sleep well tonight - not alot of dreams, no waking up 2 or 3 times - just a nice, deep sleep and wake up refreshed tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep well all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-5062197582949645598?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6487446537410290890</id><published>2008-07-07T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:03:03.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>well, today was one of those days.  you know the ones - nothing is terrible but things just don't fall into place the way they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on these days, after it is all over and i get to chill out, i feel like i really have nothing to complain about.  i have an amazing husband who loves me, an incredible son who fills my life with so much joy, family who is always there, and a life i have always wanted.  i get to be a stay-at-home mom, work a job that is on my schedule, have friends that i get to hang out with, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the moments of these days, i do complain, get angry, frustrated, and wonder if i am a good enough wife and mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful for the support system i have.  my husband, family, friends, and most of all, God, who is always there.  i just need to stop and take a moment to find Him and those who will help be thru those days.  why is it that i always turn to Him last? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, forgive me for being slow to learn that You are always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6487446537410290890?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6487446537410290890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6487446537410290890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; blog, i wrote about things i was thankful for.  freedom was one of the things i listed.  i was thinking about that today.  as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;americans&lt;/span&gt; we have amazing freedom but as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt; we have even more amazing freedom.  freedom from sin, depression, anger, addictions, anything that can bind us and keep us from being who God has called us to be.  all we have to do is hold on to this freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to hold on to the freedom, we may have to let go of other things - things that keep us from that freedom.  i know i am holding on to things that keep me from all that God has for me - fear, pride, insecurities, sin.  i realized that i can't have that freedom cause my hands are full of all this other stuff.  so i am going to have let go of all these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unuseful&lt;/span&gt;, awful things so i can have the incredible gift of freedom that God has for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6209781601610446609?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6209781601610446609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6209781601610446609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6209781601610446609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6209781601610446609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3012068445386986776</id><published>2008-07-05T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:33:14.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's worth the effort</title><content type='html'>i just watched a video my dad sent me. it is truly amazing. please watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-507ee67cd58d382a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D507ee67cd58d382a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331857032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82439210D623686A3D9190BF449FCE621619A0C.42C11450056EE363168DC8BCAC808A5E64EBE5FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D507ee67cd58d382a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpFuY0Z_E9vioE6rFlAt-IH3ueR0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D507ee67cd58d382a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331857032%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D82439210D623686A3D9190BF449FCE621619A0C.42C11450056EE363168DC8BCAC808A5E64EBE5FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D507ee67cd58d382a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpFuY0Z_E9vioE6rFlAt-IH3ueR0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i react like the baseball player. it's out, not worth the effort. but how much more could i accomplish, what would my life be like, what could i do for others if i took the extra effort, time, love? i want to be the ball girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-worth-effort.html' title='it&apos;s worth the effort'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6360992453748196954</id><published>2008-07-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:37:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fourth of july</title><content type='html'>here are a few things that fourth of july reminds me to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fireworks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;veterans - my dad is one and i am so thankful he came home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;troops fighting for our country today - i pray they come home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our holidays - to remember all that have come before and to celebrate the life we have now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so thankful to live in america and to have the freedoms we have.  we take them for granted too much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6360992453748196954?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6360992453748196954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6360992453748196954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6360992453748196954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6360992453748196954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='fourth of july'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-8651784584447027709</id><published>2008-07-03T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:36:08.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break the cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SG22rZ3icxI/AAAAAAAAACw/4EHjXPC8Fxo/s1600-h/IMG_6053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219028399986733842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SG22rZ3icxI/AAAAAAAAACw/4EHjXPC8Fxo/s200/IMG_6053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ezekiel 20:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i warned their children and told them not to follow in their parent's footsteps, defiling themselves with their idols.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am truly amazed by my parents the more i learn about where they came from. and when i see who they are now, i thank God they broke the cycle. they did all the hard work for me. they made decisions in their lives that have made my choices and decisions in life easier. they chose to follow God, not the unhealthy patterns in the lives of the people before them. and in doing so, made my life an amazing testimony to the rewards and joys of following God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me never forget or take for granted the battle my parents won for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-8651784584447027709?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8651784584447027709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=8651784584447027709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/8651784584447027709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/8651784584447027709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/break-cycle.html' title='break the cycle'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SG22rZ3icxI/AAAAAAAAACw/4EHjXPC8Fxo/s72-c/IMG_6053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-2035634803453757004</id><published>2008-07-02T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:34:33.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hidden rooms</title><content type='html'>Ezekiel 8:8, 12-13&lt;br /&gt;he said to me, "now, son of man, dig into the wall."  so i dug into the wall and uncovered a door to a hidden room...then the Lord said to me, "son of man, have you seen the leaders of israel with their idols in dark rooms?  they are saying, 'the Lord doesn't see us; He has deserted our land.'"  then He added, "come and I will show you greater sins than these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times have i thought that a sin was hidden - no one could see it or find it.  i thought it was locked, buried, and boarded up behind a hidden door.  but the Lord knows my heart, all my secret hiding places.  how many times have i tried to use the distraction tactic - "well, i'll let Him see this sin," but hide the bigger one behind it.  it doesn't work, thank God!  amazingly, i am comforted by the fact that God see and knows everything.  i don't have to hide or scheme because He already knows it.  what a freedom to know He knows and is waiting to forgive.  no more secret rooms, no more sneaking around.  no more wasting my time trying to decide which sin to tell Him about.  now i just need to get my mind to follow my heart and quit playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank You for knowing me - the good, the bad and the ugly.  i want to be a house of open doors and clean rooms.  find all my secret passages and hidden doors and come on in.  help me clean my house for You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-2035634803453757004?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2035634803453757004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=2035634803453757004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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very emotion thing for them and those who love them. i wish i could do something for them. it is a totally helpless feeling to not be able to fix the problem, give them what they need, or just make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one thing i can do is pray for them, because i know that God hears our prayers. i know that He loves them more than i ever could. i know that He feels their pain, sorrow, uncertainty, fear, anger, all the emotions they are experiencing. so i pray - every time they come to mind - i pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard a song on the radio today and part of the song filled me with hope for them and for me. the words were, "you are not alone." how amazing is that. to know and have the hope that we don't have to go thru life's hard times alone. but that we have someone who is always there and knows exactly what we are feeling and what we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to my friends who are in this hard time - you are not alone. know that God is there and you are in His hands. i love you and am praying for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-2581505404645872244?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2581505404645872244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=2581505404645872244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/2581505404645872244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/2581505404645872244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-not-alone.html' title='you&apos;re not alone'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4805768304304523675</id><published>2008-06-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:51:18.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hope</title><content type='html'>i was reading some devotions i did in 2003.  here is one that really hit home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:19-24, 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the thought of my suffering and homelessness is bitter beyond words.  i will never forget this awful time, as i grieve over my loss.  yet i still dare to hope when i remember this:  the unfailing love of the Lord never ends!  by His mercies we have been kept from complete destruction.  great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each day.  i say to myself, "the Lord is my inheritance; therefore i will hope in Him...for the Lord does not abandon anyone forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how amazing that in the middle of a book called lamentations there is such hope.  what a picture for our life.  we can be in the middle of the worst disaster imaginable but in it all the Lord is our hope, our inheritance.  many times i want to avoid any unpleasantness, anything that might bring bad news.  but i can remember and count on the fact that even when things are bad, God is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me go THRU the tough times in life WITH You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-4805768304304523675?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-2118757066748889632</id><published>2008-06-29T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:47:37.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is your worth?</title><content type='html'>today my dad spoke at church about how we see ourselves and how God sees us and the vast difference in the value we place on ourselves and the value God places on us. Jesus thought we were so valuable that He paid the highest price - Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see just a portion of the value Jesus sees in me. if i did i probably would make better use of what He has given me. i know in my heart of hearts that i am valuable and that there is so much more that He is put in me and so much more i could be doing with those gifts. i know some of what is holding me back is fear - fear that when push comes to shove i won't be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to have faith - simple faith - that if i am in God's will that His purpose and gifts will work thru me to touch people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to my dad's sermon today. it is called the skyscraper secret.  it is definitely worth listening to. &lt;a href="http://www.fwvineyard.org/Resources/Sermons/default.aspx"&gt;http://www.fwvineyard.org/Resources/Sermons/default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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worth?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-757134621748779589</id><published>2008-06-28T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:05:25.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i am thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SGcX5IXC7TI/AAAAAAAAACo/d5mOjz8NLuk/s1600-h/june+08+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217164963596135730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SGcX5IXC7TI/AAAAAAAAACo/d5mOjz8NLuk/s200/june+08+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sister and i love lists. she even wrote about them in her blog. here is her address so you can check it out for yourself. &lt;a href="http://icallalltimessoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;icallalltimessoon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am going to write a list of things i am thankful for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my husband - he is such a great friend, confidante, father&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my son - he is a joy that amazes me every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family - they are there for me always&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cool breeze that makes the hot day bearable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;time to relax and do nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;books to read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;strawberry, raspberry and peach shortcake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;great music to listen to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;laughing with my mom and my son&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching my son in the swimming pool for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a walk along the puget sound&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;an airconditioned room to sleep in tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, that is just a few things i am thankful for today. &lt;/p&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/1770321563640429693-757134621748779589?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/757134621748779589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=757134621748779589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6578386984315253145</id><published>2008-06-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:12:16.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a great day</title><content type='html'>just quick note.  i had a great day today.  i got to spend lots of time with family.  jesse is getting braver by the minute with his walking (with help).  it is amazing to watch and incredible how quickly he changes.  everyday i am so thankful that jesse is a part of our lives.  and he is so proud of himself with every new thing he tries and succeeds at.  i love watching the look on his face when he realizes he did something new.  i am so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6578386984315253145?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-70800532445915558</id><published>2008-06-26T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:36:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are we ready?</title><content type='html'>if you have been following my blog, you know my son, jesse, is adopted. it is a truly amazing experience. well, we are planning to start the adoption process again in august. we are really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it comes right down to it, i'm a little freaked out too. jesse is just starting to really move around and is finding all kinds of things to get into and it is so hard to keep an eye on him all the time. and as i said last night, he is testing his boundaries. so as we move toward another adoption and child, i start wondering, "am i ready for 2?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i know i am. i can't wait to add to our already blessed family. and i know jesse will love having sister or brother. but my mind is spinning - how will i do it? i babysat for a friend the other day and i had jesse with me as well. i quickly became aware of the need to stagger feeding, changing, etc. it will definitely have a learning curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember feeling the same way before we got jesse. will i be a good mom? can i make the right decisions? do i have the patience? and the moment i held jesse, those questions faded to the background for awhile. i knew i could do it. it just felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that doesn't mean i don't still have those questions run thru my mind, but i know that whatever comes along i can do it because i love him. they say love conquers all and it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it amazes me how i can be having the worst day - nothing going right, nasty customers at work, computer not working right, burnt dinner - and jesse laughs or gives me a hug and all is right with the world for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i think we are ready. i may still freak out a little but i know when the time comes we will be ready and so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-70800532445915558?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/70800532445915558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=70800532445915558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/70800532445915558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/70800532445915558'/><link 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SGMlWdAUeaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NPlgpxS_i60/s200/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my son is really starting to test his boundaries (and his parents). he will grab something he isn't supposed to and i will tell him "no" and take it away. he will look right at me and grab it again. so i tell him "no" and take it away. we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this several times - every time he looks right at me and does it again. then as he starts to do it again, i say, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jesse&lt;/span&gt;, what did mommy say?". he looks at me and shakes his head "no". i say, "that's right. mommy said no". finally after several minutes of this exchange, he moves on to something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am learning that parenting is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt; and persistence. you have to decide to whether it is important enough to you and your child for you to take the time and effort to set the boundaries and keep the boundaries. it is tough because that has to take priority over many other things. you have to be willing to stop whatever you are doing at that moment to deal with the situation because they won't remember it even a few minutes later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have had several conversations with my sister about how scary it is to think that it is our responsibility as parents to teach our children so much - right and wrong, safe and dangerous, the difference between a tree and a bush, etc. it is downright terrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know we are learning right along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jesse&lt;/span&gt;. it is amazing to watch him learn - you can see the gears turning as he is figuring something new out. and it is awesome to see how proud he is of himself when he does figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parenting is an incredible experience. i can't wait and yet am scared too to see what comes next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-608517821931787334?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/608517821931787334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=608517821931787334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/608517821931787334'/><link rel='self' 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come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SGHF9ILzKdI/AAAAAAAAACI/BWv2tKOHsKA/s1600-h/The_Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215667497431411154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SGHF9ILzKdI/AAAAAAAAACI/BWv2tKOHsKA/s200/The_Fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so looking forward to this weekend. my parents are coming to stay and my dad is preaching at our church this sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very close with my family and i know that i am truly blessed. i know so many people who don't have a good relationship with their family and it is so sad to me. my family is my rock, my true measure. i know that they are there for me always. i also know they will let me know if i am off track and will be there to help me get back on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we honestly love to spend time together. it is amazing to be such great friends with my parents, my sister and her husband, my aunt and uncle. i am very thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am also looking forward to hearing my dad preach. i love hearing him speak. he is a great story teller. and i always come away with something to do to better how i live my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you, Lord, for such a great family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-747353034726754759?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/747353034726754759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6715099171681906179</id><published>2008-06-23T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:03:52.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me sad</title><content type='html'>i saw in an article that george carlin, the comedian, died on june 22, 2008. as i read the article, i came across this statement that he gave to Reuters in a 2001 interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i don't have any beliefs or allegiances. i don't believe in this country, i don't believe in religion, or a God, and i don't believe in all these man-made institutional ideas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me so sad. how can you go thru this life not believing in anything? how hopeless you must feel. then in the end to be so lost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to believe and have faith in something bigger than me. i know i take God for granted too much of the time, but there is a deeply ingrained faith in Him in my heart always. there is always that for me to fall back on when things feel hopeless. life can definitely be hard sometimes and it can feel terribly overwhelming and if i didn't have it undeniable knowledge that God loves me and for me, i wouldn't know how to deal with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray i can be someone who helps others find this faith, find God and know that they are not alone and there something to believe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6715099171681906179?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6715099171681906179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6715099171681906179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6715099171681906179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6715099171681906179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/makes-me-sad.html' title='makes me sad'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6546287340974895391</id><published>2008-06-22T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:11:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>less of me</title><content type='html'>today in worship we sang a song called "lily of the valley." the chorus is "more of You and less of me." that is the cry of my heart. there is some much of me that i get in the way of God trying to work in me and thru me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one last yard sale analogy. as i was getting rid of stuff yesterday at goodwill and today at the dump, it reminded me that there are two ways to get rid of stuff in my life. some stuff is actually worthwhile and just needs to be given away - my time, talents, and passions. then there is stuff that is just junk and needs to be thrown away - addictions, laziness, stubborness, hurt, anger, etc.  the list could go on for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise that is the last mention of yard sales for awhile anyways. i am going to start working on my give aways and my throw aways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank You, Lord, for more of You in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3246710669868265260</id><published>2008-06-21T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:02:42.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's done</title><content type='html'>well, i did it.  i had the yard sale and got rid of lots of stuff.  made a little money too.  i was so glad my neighbor did a joint yard sale with me.  i know if she hadn't been doing it with me, i would have woken up this morning and gone, "nope, not doing it" and gone back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that being said, i am really glad i did it.  it is nice to have so much stuff gone, never to return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am working hard on my life yard sale too.  i have really been faithful with my Bible reading and journalling.  and i am working at adding something productive to each day.  it is hard work but definitely worth it.  but it is also showing me more i need to do in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like that when we took stuff out of the garage for the yard sale.  i was thinking we were going to empty a lot more space, but taking out the stuff for the yard sale just showed how much more stuff was in there.  so we will just keep working on it a little at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3246710669868265260?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3246710669868265260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=3246710669868265260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3246710669868265260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/3246710669868265260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-done.html' title='it&apos;s done'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-8996082274299013156</id><published>2008-06-20T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:20:10.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no great revelation</title><content type='html'>well, tomorrow is the yard sale.  i am so ready for it to be over and all the stuff gone.  i am going "clean house" style and whatever doesn't sell in the yard sale is going to goodwill or the dump.  a true purge of stuff i don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started the same process in my life.  i am working on cleaning out the junk that doesn't need to be there to make room for things i actually have a use for.  this blog is part of that - taking time to do something creative and productive instead of just sitting around watching tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that is all i have for today.  no great revelation, just trying to move ahead and do better in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-8996082274299013156?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8996082274299013156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=8996082274299013156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/8996082274299013156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/8996082274299013156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-great-revelation.html' title='no great revelation'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4712137230492800007</id><published>2008-06-19T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:53:09.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember my chains</title><content type='html'>i was doing my bible reading last night and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt; said something in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colossians&lt;/span&gt; 4:18 that really stopped me in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember my chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even now i am not sure why it jumped out at me or what it means. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paul&lt;/span&gt; is asking us to remember the cost of serving God. maybe he is asking for prayer for his situation. i don't know but the statement is strong and for me very thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;provoking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;if you have any thoughts on this, please let me know. i will write more about this as i have more time to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-4712137230492800007?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4712137230492800007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=4712137230492800007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4712137230492800007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4712137230492800007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-my-chains.html' title='Remember my chains'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-4653982393717945760</id><published>2008-06-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:48:48.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone with you</title><content type='html'>at worship practice last night we worked on a new song called "&lt;em&gt;sweep me away&lt;/em&gt;" from enter the worship circle.  here are some of the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sweep me away to bone-crushing waters&lt;br /&gt;Bury me deep in the arms of the Father&lt;br /&gt;You swallow me whole in the deepest of deeps&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone with You, I'm alone with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is definitely a picture of what i need sometimes.  bone-crushing waters to break up my hardness.  buried deep in His arms to shut out all distractions.  swallow me whole so i can give my all to Him.  alone with Him so i can be totally open and honest and really work on the parts of me that i keep hidden from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, break up my hardness, give You everything and tell You all my secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-4653982393717945760?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4653982393717945760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=4653982393717945760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4653982393717945760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/4653982393717945760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/alone-with-you.html' title='alone with you'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3019701873971786857</id><published>2008-06-17T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:52:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why do we do these things to each other?</title><content type='html'>i found out late last night that someone apparently got my check card number and used it to make a payment to a collection company.  the bank is researching it and hopefully will get it straightened out.  it is a stressful and scary thing that someone has my info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got me to thinking.  how does someone come to the conclusion that it is okay to do something like that?  to do something that can really harm someone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not naive.  i know that people do bad things and don't seem to have a conscience about it but it is so hard for me to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as a little kid, i couldn't lie.  i broke my mom's antique tea cup after being told not to play with it.  after i broke it, i hid it.  (not well.  i hid it in my mom's drawer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure she found it.)  anyways, she never said anything about it to me.  but i couldn't sleep and had to go in the middle of the night, wake her up and tell her about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.  i know.  i sound like a goody goody too shoes (is that how you write it?).  but i honestly just don't understand the thought process of deliberately doing something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.  i am done with my boohooing and ranting.  just a hard thing to deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3019701873971786857?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3019701873971786857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-6255113312193336529</id><published>2008-06-16T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:03:27.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever the same</title><content type='html'>it is so awesome that Jesus never changes.  i have been thinking and talking about making changes and how Jesus is always there even when i am far away.  i was cleaning off my desk and came across a poem/song i started writing years ago.  here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so faithful&lt;br /&gt;On Him will i call&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i stumble&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i fall&lt;br /&gt;I am so weak&lt;br /&gt;His love makes me strong&lt;br /&gt;He gives me hope&lt;br /&gt;A brand new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He poured out His love&lt;br /&gt;He gave it for free&lt;br /&gt;My pain He took&lt;br /&gt;He cleansed me&lt;br /&gt;My heart it was hard&lt;br /&gt;Of stone it was made&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus was there&lt;br /&gt;His love doesn't fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for never changing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-6255113312193336529?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6255113312193336529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=6255113312193336529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6255113312193336529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/6255113312193336529'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFWlOBZbXSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3ekhQrtY3eg/s200/march+2-084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFWk-s1mRdI/AAAAAAAAABw/gPqyC2UBGaE/s1600-h/march+2-084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so thankful for the fathers in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in church today there was a message on father's day of course. and in watching people's reactions to this message just reminded me how blessed i am to have the father i have.  a lot of people aren't as blessed as i am with the father in their life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a dad who always there for me, even when we were (and are) in different cities, states, and countries. i have a dad who loves me and always let me know it. i have a dad who is a parent, mentor, friend, and hero. thanks dad for being my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also have a husband who is an amazing dad to our son. he changes diapers, gets up in the middle of the night even when he has to go to work the next day, plays funny games, reads, and just plain loves to hang out with jesse. he cares about jesse and wants to be the best dad he can be. thanks philip for being a great dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a little something jesse wrote for his daddy. yes, i know it is incredible how articulate our 15 month old is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love hanging out with my daddy.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times of the day is about 5pm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear the front door open, look over and there is my daddy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get so excited to see him I can hardly stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is teaching me all kinds of things. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now we are learning about remotes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned how to turn the light and fan on in the living room with the remote. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I love most about my daddy is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that he likes spending time with me as much as I like spending time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father’s day, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/15/08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, i have a heavenly Father who watches out for me and loves me even when i am far away from Him. i definitely take Him for granted but He is there the moment i call to Him. how amazing is that. thanks Lord for being my Father.&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/1770321563640429693-6813109658887920465?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6813109658887920465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-7405223893414518483</id><published>2008-06-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:44:06.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few words</title><content type='html'>my neighbors and i are having a yard sale next week.  yard sales are great.  i love to go to them and treasure hunt.  you can find some amazing things at yard sales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;having&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one.  which means lots of work to get ready.  i have a garage full of stuff.  my husband will be so glad to have his garage back.  i had a booth in an antique store for awhile and so have accumulated so much stuff.  it will be great to get rid of all this stuff just taking up space in our garage.  not really looking forward to sorting thru all of the stuff but has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to do a big sort in my life as well.  and just like getting ready for the garage sale, not really looking forward to it.  but all the work will be worth it.  there is a big pay off in the end.  just like i hope there is a big payoff at the end of the yard sale as well.  and i never know what i might find when i sort out my garage and my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-7405223893414518483?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7405223893414518483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=7405223893414518483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/7405223893414518483'/><link rel='self' 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10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFLkfgVdYdI/AAAAAAAAABg/bZlCdAv_1zk/s200/IMG_2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFLj4yd0EGI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZoV-7OnlCPc/s1600-h/march+2-084.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am thankful for so many things. but here are a few that i thought of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my husband - for all the little things he does&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my son - for his amazing ability to brighten my darkest day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;rain - i know but i love it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;music - it speaks to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just a few things that helped me thru the day today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-250507446674548797?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/250507446674548797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=250507446674548797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/250507446674548797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/250507446674548797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-thankful.html' title='i&apos;m thankful'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFLkfgVdYdI/AAAAAAAAABg/bZlCdAv_1zk/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-3438028528958393213</id><published>2008-06-12T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:45:35.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFF8Y4nPtzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/soowr_x0Hcc/s1600-h/The_Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211083010800072498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CArgH1J0xno/SFF8Y4nPtzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/soowr_x0Hcc/s320/The_Fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yes, it has been awhile since i have written anything. i could make excuses (i'm sooo busy, we've all been sick, i don't have anything to say, etc.). some of these are true and some imagined. basically, i just haven't done it. so today i pledge to write something every day - even if it is just a sentence, a thanks, a complaint, a scream - just something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my awesome family. my best times are times spent with them. they make me a better person, more of who i want to be all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have really been thinking about a post on my dad's blog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimstephensblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.jimstephensblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; - titled "my eyes are dry." you should really check it out. my dad is a pretty cool guy and really wise. i don't think i let him know that enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have been feeling that way - a little dry. and it is pretty much because of my lack of effort on reaching out to God. why do i do this? i know how much better (is better the right word or is focused the word?) my life is and how much more open to what life has in store for me i am when i am working at my relationship with God. in talking with some friends last night, i realized i want to surround myself with transparent people, real people, but for that to happen i have to be that kind of person. yikes! do i want it that bad? i think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to work on being more real, more honest - and that includes being real and honest with myself. i tend to be a glass half full, look on the bright side of life type person, but to my detriment sometimes. i use my power of bright-side-of-life to avoid unpleasantness and "reality" at times. i just want everything to be good. but often, it is the hard stuff, the unpleasant stuff that brings the most growth and even most joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is time for a hard, honest look at who i am and where God wants me to go. so here i go on this new leg of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-3438028528958393213?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3438028528958393213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=3438028528958393213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-1732303184697138251</id><published>2008-04-07T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:19:51.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Milestone and a Discovery</title><content type='html'>my son, jesse, had his first birthday this past week.  that is a major milestone for him and for us, his parents.  the past year has flown by and he has grown and changed in so many ways.  it all has happened so fast.  he is trying to communicate, he is eating real food, he has teeth, he is almost walking, his personality is amazing, i could go on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my days seem to run together.  pretty much wake up, get jesse and spend my day doing the stuff that has to be done.  but then there are moments of such amazing discovery and joy for both of us.  jesse discovers a new taste and i discover a new expression on his face.  he discovers he can pull himself up and i discover i have a whole new set of worries - will he fall, will he hurt himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at church, our worship leader was talking about how much God loves us and looks after us and how much more He is able to do for us than our dads.  it got me thinking about how everything jesse does is amazing to me and makes me love him even more.  last night, we were playing on the floor and he grabbed my foot and me, being very ticklish there, pulled it away really fast and he just thought that was hilarious.  his laughter made everything else unimportant at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking how our reactions to God must make Him feel.  we are his children and He is watching our every step, every laugh, every hurt.  if God has the same feeling for me that i have for jesse, that is incredible and even a little overwhelming to me.  i know there are times when jesse has thrown his sippy cup on the floor for the 20th time, that i get frustrated and yet under it all i love him more than i can express.  and that is the same God feels for me.  when i have messed up for the millionth time, He is frustrated and disappointed but still loves me more and more.  how unbelievable is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as i head into my normal routine, i am purposing to realize more of how God loves and cares for me and wants to help me learn, grow, and discover His plan for me, just like i want help jesse learn, grow, and discover who he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-1732303184697138251?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1732303184697138251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1770321563640429693&amp;postID=1732303184697138251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/1732303184697138251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1770321563640429693/posts/default/1732303184697138251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com/2008/04/milestone-and-discovery.html' title='A Milestone and a Discovery'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03203390578230530597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1770321563640429693.post-2122562280473799396</id><published>2008-03-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:13:11.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first for me</title><content type='html'>this is a first for me. i have never blogged before. i was inspired by my dad and my sister to start this. i read their blogs and thought how great it was to have a place where thoughts, experiences, and just things happening at that moment were there to read. so i am starting a blog for myself and for my son and for those who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight my husband philip and i (mostly philip as i entertained our son, jesse) did some things around the house we had been talking about doing. it was so nice just to be together, making our house more homey. jesse was watching philip and i could just picture him in a couple years, handing his daddy the screws, helping in any way he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my moments of greatest joy is when philip comes home from work and jesse watches him come in the door and his face just lights up and he reaches for his daddy. it makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have moments that i can't believe jesse is here and he is ours. we have waited so long for a child and God has so blessed us with our son, jesse. we adopted him almost a year ago and our life has been changed - more than we ever thought possible. we are so thankful to God, his birth mother and family, our family and friends, and all who walked thru this time with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1770321563640429693-2122562280473799396?l=stephanies-ramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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