<?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-3418491878780459341</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:35:13.536-05:00</updated><category term='me'/><category term='memes'/><title type='text'>I am an open book....with a complicated ending</title><subtitle type='html'>To save time, let's just agree that I know everything!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7658869982297648141</id><published>2009-05-02T17:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:35:39.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rule #2538800 at McDonald&amp;#39;s if you are old enough to grow stubble you are no longer old enough to play in the playplace.  Especially when my 3 yo is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7658869982297648141?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7658869982297648141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7658869982297648141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7658869982297648141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7658869982297648141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/05/rule-2538800-at-mcdonald-if-you-are-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-1207580773851261998</id><published>2009-04-26T21:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:44:04.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a single Blade of grass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adpic-images.com/data/picture/detail/Blade_of_grass_18690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.adpic-images.com/data/picture/detail/Blade_of_grass_18690.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a stop light today out in the counnnntry and when I looked out my window I saw a bunch of these type of blades of grass blowing in the wind.  Individually just blowing whichever way God had the wind move them.  I so long to be a blade of grass for Him.  I yearn for it, and want it so much.  to only care for His will and His plan and purpose.  And in most all areas of my life I do it effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first date yesterday in almost 2 years.  I just dont know if I was made to date.  Apparently there are rules.  I dont know them.  When you call?  When you dont?  I dont like rules.  Especially rules against people and friendships and relationships.  Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the date went fabulously (i think) and he is an amazing guy.  Active in his church. Super nice and hilarious, and he gets me.  He is older so apparently that is a whole new set of the rules btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I overanalytical? maybe.  But cant I just have the answers I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I just turn into a blade of grass please!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-1207580773851261998?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/1207580773851261998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=1207580773851261998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1207580773851261998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1207580773851261998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-to-be-single-blade-of-grass.html' title='I want to be a single Blade of grass!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-2729101922018072148</id><published>2009-04-18T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:02:53.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to do a blog face lift and testing mobile posting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-2729101922018072148?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/2729101922018072148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=2729101922018072148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2729101922018072148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2729101922018072148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/04/going-to-do-blog-face-lift-and-testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-4290833443387624613</id><published>2009-04-18T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:10:35.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Santa!!!</title><content type='html'>my son woke up on the couch where he fell asleep and found an old cell phone in the cushion where his arm was and said: Look mama! santa brought me this phone while I was asweep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-4290833443387624613?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/4290833443387624613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=4290833443387624613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4290833443387624613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4290833443387624613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-santa.html' title='Thanks Santa!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7588415516147165697</id><published>2009-04-13T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:07:32.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twistedphysics.typepad.com/cocktail_party_physics/images/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 401px;" src="http://twistedphysics.typepad.com/cocktail_party_physics/images/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (click on the title of this entry for website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago I attended a church retreat with Sandy Stiles speaking.  It was all about transformation.  And still a week later I am stunned at how much realer God and the people around me got.  And those that know me IRL know that I am a pretty real person.  No hidden feelings, out in teh open take me or leave me type of girl.  What an awesome God we have!  I feel so blessed to be surrounded by women who encourage me on a daily basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sandy,  Wow!  An amazing speaker!  So real and does not put a sugar coating on the pure honest truth.  Love her.  &lt;br /&gt;So you see my interenet is back and new computer is here.  Blogging back in effect. AMEN! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7588415516147165697?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sandystiles.net' title='Retreat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7588415516147165697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7588415516147165697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7588415516147165697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7588415516147165697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/04/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-6424389436073586709</id><published>2009-04-12T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:02:10.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insert: awwwwwww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SeLG0gWcu-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JFTh_c7QUWo/s1600-h/3128_69282454028_665559028_1580645_3142235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SeLG0gWcu-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JFTh_c7QUWo/s400/3128_69282454028_665559028_1580645_3142235_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324036314844937186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures like this are helpful for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will for sure be using this to embarrass my children and humor myself at some point.  Humor is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Drew is lovin the word nooooooo right now.  And his sister is also.  Bt this shows the sweetness of parenting even when I feel like I am correcting behaviors all day!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass right????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-6424389436073586709?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/6424389436073586709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=6424389436073586709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6424389436073586709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6424389436073586709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/04/insert-awwwwwww.html' title='insert: awwwwwww.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SeLG0gWcu-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JFTh_c7QUWo/s72-c/3128_69282454028_665559028_1580645_3142235_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-4994332051642365578</id><published>2009-04-12T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:58:37.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we all know I am ALWAYS right :)</title><content type='html'>The worship band at my church released a CD this month and its amazing.  Highly recommend it!  God has truly blessed me with a church family that is out of this WORLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-4994332051642365578?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/Hope-Is-Here/dp/B0025THQZ6/ref=cm_cr_pr_pb_t' title='Because we all know I am ALWAYS right :)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/4994332051642365578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=4994332051642365578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4994332051642365578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4994332051642365578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-we-all-know-i-am-always-right.html' title='Because we all know I am ALWAYS right :)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-537240467068726354</id><published>2009-03-05T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:22:46.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi/Lo Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" src="http://www.brentriggs.com/hilothursday.jpg" /&gt; This post is part of "Hi/Lo Thursday" on the  &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com"&gt;Riggs Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com"&gt;their blog&lt;/a&gt; to read everyone else's "Hi/Lo" posts and get your link on their site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks Hi:  Moving into our new childrens church building.  God is SO good!!! It is coming long amazingly!  Hopefully by April we will be completely finished with the renovations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low: Abby is back in the hospital and the kids in my class are dropping like flies with pneumonia.  Sick kids tear my heart up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-537240467068726354?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/537240467068726354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=537240467068726354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/537240467068726354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/537240467068726354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/03/hilo-thursday.html' title='Hi/Lo Thursday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-3589674972107608769</id><published>2009-01-31T15:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:03:50.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really???</title><content type='html'>The really moment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the McDonalds worker REALLLY sweeping under my feet right now as I type at my table while the kids play.  I mean this place is prob around 2-3000 sq feet and she has to pick the 10 sq feet on to sweep?  bumping my legs with her broom handle as she goes.....REALLY???  Should I stand? hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-3589674972107608769?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/3589674972107608769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=3589674972107608769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/3589674972107608769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/3589674972107608769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/really.html' title='Really???'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-5838290396469886592</id><published>2009-01-31T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:25:31.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>secret reveal Number 7492361</title><content type='html'>I love jammin out to demi lovato.  my daughter hates it. hehehehehe maybe thats what makes me love it more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-5838290396469886592?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/5838290396469886592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=5838290396469886592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5838290396469886592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5838290396469886592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/secret-reveal-number-7492361.html' title='secret reveal Number 7492361'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7065756436901488325</id><published>2009-01-28T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:51:01.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SYFAr21yKNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DuAADnc3Dyo/s1600-h/m_a02b2edb8d154e138dcd2b699490ddf5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SYFAr21yKNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DuAADnc3Dyo/s400/m_a02b2edb8d154e138dcd2b699490ddf5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296585758964066514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh what to say about this one!  He is my WILD child.  Scared of nothing....well except "bunnies" hahaha!!!  He will be 3 years old on friday.  He keeps courtney and I laughing all day! And this boy...he LOVES Jesus.  He wants to be at church 24/7 and will cry when I tell him thats not our destination.  I know God has big plans for this baby.  I struggled this year with overcompensation. I overcompensated for his lack of father with laxing my discipline as a parent.  For most people who know me they were QUITE puzzled.  I am a firm believer in discipline and yea you may choose if you want an apple or and orange but a kids life is not meant for choices (actually ill blog on this later) Anyway! So he went a little crazy...when I was reading one day and came across scripture convicting my heart! Jeremiah 22:3 &lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 24:17-22 My son may not have an earthly father...but he has something better his Heavenly Father!  How foolish of me to neglect this fact!  SO we are finally looking up.  He has come so FAR since the beginning of 08.  And I am so proud of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7065756436901488325?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7065756436901488325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7065756436901488325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7065756436901488325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7065756436901488325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/andrew.html' title='Andrew'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SYFAr21yKNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DuAADnc3Dyo/s72-c/m_a02b2edb8d154e138dcd2b699490ddf5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-1034341633409563339</id><published>2009-01-28T23:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:30:52.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SYE9G6c1tmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GsN2g8P_tbs/s1600-h/m_195a8ef549ba4c97963810976a077627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SYE9G6c1tmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GsN2g8P_tbs/s400/m_195a8ef549ba4c97963810976a077627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296581825743140450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is growing up too fast!!! In my opinion that is.  Not in hers. :) Never did I think I would see the day that I was talking like the adults did when I was younger!  I just want her to stop breathe and be a little girl but she is busy busy trying to reach milestone after milestone. here are a couple excerpts from conversations we have had this first grade year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama there is a cute boy in 4th grade.  Its ONLY 2 years older mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that girl was so rude to the boy and he had autism and I told her Dont you know he has AUTISM? God made him that way he cant HELP it. And dont YOU know what Jesus did for you he DIED for YOU.  Mama she just doesnt GET IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont need Junie B Jones mama I have my Bible to read!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you always LET andrew hurt me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the only one without a CELL PHONE! even a KINDERGARTENER HAS ONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see my little sassypants is nerve wracking and at times I throw my hands up in the air with no words for what sassiness comes out of ehr mouth but my baby girl loves Jesus so I'll continue to discipline and praise and pray for God to keep on her heart :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-1034341633409563339?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/1034341633409563339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=1034341633409563339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1034341633409563339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1034341633409563339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/courtney.html' title='Courtney'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SYE9G6c1tmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GsN2g8P_tbs/s72-c/m_195a8ef549ba4c97963810976a077627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-9137798070683868056</id><published>2009-01-28T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:10:21.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its me here in this place again.....</title><content type='html'>click the title of this and then push play on ALL IT TAKES you will hear my all time favorite song EVER.  It is so awesome.  Aubrey and his team are T A L E N T E D.  God has blessed them ten fold and I love singing with them every weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so listen and tell me what you think!!! I love discussing spiritual lyrics and what they mean to each person! pretty please with suga on top? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-9137798070683868056?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=82145328' title='Its me here in this place again.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/9137798070683868056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=9137798070683868056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/9137798070683868056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/9137798070683868056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-me-here-in-this-place-again.html' title='Its me here in this place again.....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-203385389271063422</id><published>2009-01-25T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:02:23.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new devotional ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>Jesus doesnt need to offer us a word each day, one word from Him is enough for a lifetime!  It's not a difficult word either- youve known it most of your life; though its meaning deepens as you grow daily in wisdom: SUFFICIENT.  As in, my grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-203385389271063422?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/203385389271063422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=203385389271063422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/203385389271063422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/203385389271063422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-devotional-rocks.html' title='My new devotional ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-8078994364999609939</id><published>2009-01-24T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:36:57.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51QCSvgYH8L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51QCSvgYH8L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Alive has been on the Christmas list for 2 years now. I have avoided it,went down other aisles at the store, anything I could think of.  Because here are two cold hard facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I potty train living BREATHING children for a living&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;2. I just got my youngest out of diapers (in a timeframe that took way too long IMO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my aunt buys her the doll (of course! Love YOU) and I swiftly put it in the closet with a few otehr toys to wait for the newness of Christmas to wear off on the other toys.  Monday the light bulb goes off in Courtneys brain and I find myself sitting in the middle of my living room cuttingstring untwisting twisty ties and pulling Baby Alive and all her contents out.  This doll talks, cries, POOPS and PEES and  eats and drinks and sleeps and wakes up.  It been good times UNTIL the morning.  The dialog went like this for 2 days(before i startegically waited for courtney to go to bed and placed the baby out of sight being the smart mama that I am) &lt;br /&gt;Me: Courtney time to get up Get your clothes on please&lt;br /&gt;Courtney: Ok Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;(me thinking WOW thats weird she never gets up so easily)&lt;br /&gt;I happily go about gettig Drew and myself ready and am ready to leave when I towards her room and hear a slurping noise. Opening hte door I discover my daughter sitting in the middle of her bed NOT dressed feeding a DOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously express my concern and she looks at me exasperated and says "But MAMA it is baby ALIVE see it says ALIVE if I dont feed it it will DIE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat on day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had to hear about the doll dying when I try to get groceries , gas or go to church after work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded why I stopped at 2 kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-8078994364999609939?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/8078994364999609939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=8078994364999609939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8078994364999609939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8078994364999609939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-alive.html' title='Baby Alive'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-2889442945677231492</id><published>2009-01-19T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:44:16.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brentriggsblog.com/blogpics/laughterlivesbadge.jpg" alt="Laughter Lives" width="150" height="150" border="0" align="right" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is part of "Laughter Lives! Tuesday" on the  &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com"&gt;Riggs Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check our &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com"&gt;their blog&lt;/a&gt; to read everyone else's "Laughter Lives!" posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;My son just last week has been scared of the scary bunny.  he kept seeing it through our house and i could not for the life of me think of any show or book he read with even a NICE bunny in it.  Cue saturday morning....the bunny is here its in teh kitchen!!  bleary eyed i walk into the kitchen and see a fairly large.... MOUSE!!! Now he tells everyone i see mouse but it was a bunny now its a mouse then mama threw it away.  (which i did. sorry mouse lovers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one about courtney:&lt;br /&gt;Courtneys dad is catholic.  His grandmother passed away and he wanted courtney at all the services I compromised and allowed the viewing (remembering my mama's baptist viewing where she was in a room and you could chose whether or not to go in)  I forgot about the rosary and catholic traditions.  I digress.  Courtney is sitting by her aunt and asks to go sit by her grandma.  Her aunt sasy sure keeping her head bowed participating in the rosary when you hear Courtney talking loudly its ok grandma you are with Jesus now and everyone looks up to see courtney climbing IN THE COFFIN!  When she said grandma her aunt assumed she meant her mom not her moms mom who had passed who is in fact courtneys great grandma!!  Lesson learned even a viewing is not for children!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-2889442945677231492?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com' title='Laughter'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/2889442945677231492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=2889442945677231492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2889442945677231492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2889442945677231492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-5395574428061081037</id><published>2009-01-16T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:10:34.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this title is clickable</title><content type='html'>Please pray for the Godfreys.  Pray for peace as the Lord is working (&amp;amp;changing) their lives and the lives around them.  Pray His will over these special people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-5395574428061081037?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://akgodfreys.com/' title='this title is clickable'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/5395574428061081037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=5395574428061081037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5395574428061081037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5395574428061081037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-title-is-clickable.html' title='this title is clickable'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-1906097863616191607</id><published>2009-01-14T00:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:29:27.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I'd like to ask God why he allows poverty, famine, and injustice in the world when He could do something about it... but I am afraid God might ask me the same question." --Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weakness.  Drivethrus. They are so easy.  you drive thru the kids are happy. the end.  Financially this is not smart and nurtitionally this is not what I want for my children.  Courtney, I think my girl will be a missioary.  Sheis interested in kids in every 3rd world country she hears about!  Recently our church donated things to Asia and shared with them how little kids eat in africa.  So I tol dher we eat out too much. And we arent going to this month.  She then siggested we feed hungry people here in frisco texas with the money we save.  and i think it is a great idea.  Courtney is so on fire for God and I love it!!! She reads her Bible everytime I look!  Andrew sings happy birthday jesus (pronounce Geezus of course) I am so excited to watch my nery own little people grow in their relationship with the Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-1906097863616191607?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/1906097863616191607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=1906097863616191607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1906097863616191607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1906097863616191607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-id-like-to-ask-god-why-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-4324526030028450648</id><published>2009-01-13T23:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:07:12.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>excitement!</title><content type='html'>2009 is going to be a great year for me and my family.  I will have a beautiful niece to be born! NO diapers to change (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;!) and a chance to impact single parents in our church! I have a job a perfect for me house 2 gorgeous kids and a wonderful family (church and friends included!) surrounding me.  How could I ask for more??? I am setting a few goals for myself this year that I hope to be consistent with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are because i know you are wondering:&lt;br /&gt;1. Becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; of a prayer warrior by keeping a prayer journal and praying with it daily.&lt;br /&gt;2. Adding savings to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BofA&lt;/span&gt; acct (BAD ME i know!)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Visiting my sister more often (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; every other month)&lt;br /&gt;4. Practicing what I preach with others kids consistently with my own.&lt;br /&gt;5. organizing my house the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I do all these things??&lt;br /&gt; well 1 is coming along perfectly, and #2 is a pretty quick fix! &lt;br /&gt;#3 should be accomplished by me just doing it.  I am very busy working (3- YEA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; CRAZY! JOBS) But I have to remember to upkeep my relationships. (and of course remind my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lukey&lt;/span&gt; i am his favorite aunt!)&lt;br /&gt;#4 ugh this one will be the hardest.  It is SO hard being mama and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dada&lt;/span&gt; and finding that balance of discipline and time to be loving and caring.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;More so&lt;/span&gt; with my son than daughter as she has her dad around to take a little of the burden off of me.  During a conversation about raising kids I truly felt the Lord speaking to me telling me Raising your kids is your most important job! They are my most precious gift to you besides grace and if you do not hold to your responsibilities of raising them in My ways you will answer for it.  It really convicted my heart and we are changing a few things at home to fix it.  There have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of battle of the wills testing my new set up boundaries though! (bring on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Advil&lt;/span&gt; :) )&lt;br /&gt;#5 If you know me you know God did NOT give me the gift of housekeeping.  Or car-keeping for that matter!  I am working on both.  I can now say that you could drop by at anytime and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be making a mad dash to clean.  There might be dishes in the sink and a bathroom trash that needs to be emptied and you will DEFINITELY step over a few toys but I have gotten much better about spending 20 minutes each night tidying up which has helped SO much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fells asleep at 10 and woke back up now i feel as if I am wide awake.  More posts to (hopefully) put me back in the sleepy mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-4324526030028450648?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/4324526030028450648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=4324526030028450648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4324526030028450648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4324526030028450648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/excitement.html' title='excitement!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-5379987380187720642</id><published>2009-01-09T13:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:31:22.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited for 2009 and I have so many awesome things coming up!  I should be able to sit down thsi weekend and blog it all.  But for now Happy birthday again sissy!  I am so proud of you!   and please pray for my friend Shyana, in the hospital 16 weeks pregnant...her fibroids are acting up causing her to contract :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-5379987380187720642?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/5379987380187720642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=5379987380187720642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5379987380187720642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5379987380187720642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-1333043183805009439</id><published>2008-12-14T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:05:49.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 6:25-34 (The Message)</title><content type='html'>This is my most favorite scripture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grows me all the time.  I look back and amazed at what he has done in my life.  Lately I have been praising him for the people He has surrounded me with.  And the opportunities to witness He has given me.  If you would have asked me a year ago to witness to a stranger or even aquiantance I would not have been able to do it.  I am surrounded by Christ following leaders i my life right now who have shown me how amazing it can be to witness.  I am so blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy things are going on at my work right now.  I know the economy is bad.  But we are in child care my friends. There is no way he is losing money except he is because he is not budgeting my classroom alone banks 12000 a month.  my salary barely touches that! And I pray for the owner of my school.  He does not know the Lord.  I pray for him daily.  and while everyone is out there, fussing about what if their check bounces what if he lays off, I am praying.  Praying and not even slightly worried,  I have control issues.  HUGE ones.  The Lord has shown me how to give the control over to him.  And I am singing his praises that I know his hand is over my job, that he brings me there to show everyone through my attitude His amazing unfailing love!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the amazing opportunity to help out a coworker this week,  and I watched a DEAR friend who believes in God but no where near has a relationship with Him FORM a relationship with Him, just by seeing His love poured out on the lady through others. We prayed before we left the lady's house after blessing her with household gifts.  And i peered up to see my friend truly praying tlaking to the Lord.  God is GOOD,  thank you God for letting me do Your work.  Use me Lord!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-1333043183805009439?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew%206:25-34;&amp;version=65;' title='Matthew 6:25-34 (The Message)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/1333043183805009439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=1333043183805009439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1333043183805009439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1333043183805009439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/12/matthew-625-34-message.html' title='Matthew 6:25-34 (The Message)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-1483863699742477150</id><published>2008-12-14T01:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:30:09.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spenser</title><content type='html'>Tonight I gave my friend Kathy a ride to the mall. We met a FABULOUS man named spenser. he works for vonage and told us about all the free stuff he could give us with NO monthly contract. anywho. andrew was sitting on his desk playing with stuff (of which he approved) and decided to play that jumping game while i was speaking with spenser. i was not told we were playing so i see his movement out of the corner of my eye ( i was standing right in front of drew)and literally catch my son going head first down to the mall floor by.the.ANKLE. yes people. im a life saver. life.saver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-1483863699742477150?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/1483863699742477150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=1483863699742477150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1483863699742477150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1483863699742477150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/12/spenser.html' title='Spenser'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-272562917229210316</id><published>2008-12-14T01:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:31:30.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things that I wonder about people</title><content type='html'>so those of you that know me know that i am a nosey person. I am. I will people watch ALL day. Things people do truly just interest me. If someone paid me to sit random places and wonder outloud about people I would be a gazillionaire!! I love it. I digress, Here are some things I have been wondering about people (I know and dont know) for the past couple weeks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you have children and go on a date night, you turn your phone OFF really? i feel like this is CPS worthy for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why would a man with elvis hair pumped up 20 times its natural size roam around a food court in circles. with a huge trench coat on. Can any one say PIPE BOMB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If there is no stop sign you do not HAVE TO STOP!!!!! for.the.love. the traffic pattern has been the same at the mall for years people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are married. Wear your wedding ring! it is not nice to us single ladies. sheesh. and ESPECIALLY to church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. dont lie to your best friend when you screw up. only more trouble will ensue. and come ON they are your best friend. they will understand the truth no matter how embarrassing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. please take your 6 year olds pacifier away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. and their bottle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you are in customer service....the sun should be shining out of everywhere in your body. if not please find a new profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. dont cuss at your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dont goto a popular mall holding hands with your brothers wife.  you will run into you ex girl and your son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-272562917229210316?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/272562917229210316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=272562917229210316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/272562917229210316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/272562917229210316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-i-wonder-about-people.html' title='things that I wonder about people'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-8621377171431289832</id><published>2008-11-24T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T01:28:29.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever talk to yourself out loud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I pretty much keep it all inside....afterall if I said it outloud...it would be reality :) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you talk about?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I talk to Jesus....always. We have some great conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What stresses you out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specfically examples from tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter glancing around a room for something and declaring with drmatic tone I HAVE LOOKED EVERYWHERE IT IS NO WHERE I CAN NOT FIND IT IS LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son pouring salt all over my kitchen floor and then dancing in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your secret talents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;potty training (Other peoples) children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-8621377171431289832?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/' title='Manic Monday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/8621377171431289832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=8621377171431289832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8621377171431289832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8621377171431289832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/11/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7340002723636978732</id><published>2008-11-23T23:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:53:40.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>sunday stealing (clicky)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite-meme.html"&gt;Sunday Stealing: The Favorite Meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in your favorite for each of the following:&lt;br /&gt;1. Political show: nancy grace&lt;br /&gt;2. Picnic food: watermelon&lt;br /&gt;3. Mixed drink: rum &amp;amp;coke&lt;br /&gt;4. U.S. President: 1st bush&lt;br /&gt;5. Kind of student to teach: smart &amp;amp; fiesty&lt;br /&gt;6. Hobby you do or wish you still did: blog, bows, scrap&lt;br /&gt;7. Sports commentator:lee corso&lt;br /&gt;8. Sport to watch on TV:college football, basketball&lt;br /&gt;9. Animal to have as a pet:cat&lt;br /&gt;10. Halloween costume you have worn:witch&lt;br /&gt;11. Kind of dessert: chocolate anything&lt;br /&gt;12. Comic strip:family circus, or love is....&lt;br /&gt;13. Ice cream flavor:choc chip&lt;br /&gt;14. News source:internet or ryan lol&lt;br /&gt;15. Vacation spot:beach&lt;br /&gt;16. Wine: fruity blush&lt;br /&gt;17. Way to waste time instead of working: texting/internetting&lt;br /&gt;18. Reality show:american idol&lt;br /&gt;19. Childrens movie:willy wonka and the chocolate factory ORIGINAL&lt;br /&gt;20. Celebrity you wish would retire:Madonna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7340002723636978732?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/' title='sunday stealing (clicky)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7340002723636978732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7340002723636978732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7340002723636978732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7340002723636978732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-stealing-clicky.html' title='sunday stealing (clicky)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-5422806859279832342</id><published>2008-11-23T22:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:29:59.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Click this</title><content type='html'>Wow I just reread my blog.  And how much I have grown spiritually and SHRUNK weight wise.  LAdies and gentleman my weight is now 168 and i couldnt feel better I only remember being heavier in pictures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-5422806859279832342?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/insert-witty-title-here.html' title='Click this'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/5422806859279832342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=5422806859279832342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5422806859279832342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5422806859279832342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/11/click-this.html' title='Click this'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-2882087330001235397</id><published>2008-11-09T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:59:03.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment comment comment</title><content type='html'>We want to put people into boxes. We become offended or turned off by something they say or do and label them.  We want it to be simple; he’s good and she’s bad, she’s got a really good heart and well, he’s just plain selfish.  But the thing is, life just doesn’t work that way. No one person’s deeds are  all good nor all bad. And yet we are quick to judge, quick to suspect their motives. And once we’ve put someone or a group of people in that ”not so good” or not trustworthy or ”less spiritual” category we are tempted to see all they do through that lens. Even the good they do is questionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad that we do this. We do it with ourselves too. We want our motives and actions to be pure and loving. We examine them and label them. We describe what we do as being “in the spirit” or “in the flesh.” And while there is merit in examining our motives and and it’s important to examine our consciences there is a danger in seeing things in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see we are made of flesh and spirit. Seldom are the motives behind what we do entirely pure. This is why we need grace. We can do wonderful things in the name and love of Jesus and even those deeds can be tainted by self-love. But God’s grace takes those deeds of love offered by faith and redeems them and us. This is the glory and wonder of living in God’s system of grace instead of the system of the law. No longer must our deeds be perfect in order to be accepted by God. Instead, our deeds, born of the spirit and tainted by our flesh, are accepted by Father and bring glory to him despite their imperfections. This by no means gives us permission to cease striving for perfect love. “What shall we say then, shall we continue to sin so that grace may abound. Certainly not…” (Romans 6:1). No, instead this system of grace should motivate us all the more to love like Jesus and extend this same grace to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We desperately need to see others through this same lens of grace. Our brothers and sisters in Christ will not always have the same agenda as we do. Our family members will not love us perfectly. Ministry and political leaders will not lead perfectly. Like you and me they are made of flesh and spirit. Even their best attempts to love “in the spirit” will probably be tainted by their own self-interest and self-love. They too are in the process of learning how to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t write off individuals or groups of people simply because we encounter that self-interest and self-love. We can’t declare their efforts to lead, to follow, to love and befriend or to work for the Kingdom of God as null and void simply because we come in contact with their flesh. No, instead we are called to live in a system of grace.  We are called to receive one another and our deeds in a spirit of love; we are called to see the image and love of Jesus in one another offering unmerited favor to each other despite our imperfect attempts to live in unity, love, holiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What individuals or groups of people have you written off lately? &lt;br /&gt;How is God calling you to extend grace so you can walk in unity and peace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-2882087330001235397?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/2882087330001235397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=2882087330001235397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2882087330001235397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2882087330001235397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/11/comment-comment-comment.html' title='Comment comment comment'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-372062185099766653</id><published>2008-11-05T06:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:57:48.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEinHOLE</title><content type='html'> &lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.faceinhole.com/08/11/5/0b0d415a1d7aa7c34f0da6b0846d2060.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com" target="_blank"&gt;Create your own FACEinHOLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.2NXC/bHQ9MTIyNTk3NjExMzYzMiZwdD*xMjI1OTc2MTM5MjU5JnA9MTkzMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1lZGIyYzMxYTY3Y2I*ZDBjYWU3ZTljZDNmN2UyOGE4Nw==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-372062185099766653?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/372062185099766653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=372062185099766653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/372062185099766653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/372062185099766653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/11/faceinhole.html' title='FACEinHOLE'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-4371215004384294165</id><published>2008-03-13T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:18:40.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Precious</title><content type='html'>I have been debating on Blogging this or not, If you click the title of the blog there is a news link but here it is also in case that does not work: http://www.wbap.com/Article.asp?id=616255&amp;amp;spid=6051&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very best friends lost 2 people he has known for over 15 years this past Wednesday early in the morning.  I am so incredibly sad for him, for THEM, for their families.  I have literally been thinking about it non stop.  I have lost people close to me and know what a stab it is in the gut.  Its GUT WRENCHING really.  I feel like i do not have the right words for him when he leans on me.  It is very frustrating for me, I never want those I care about to feel pain.  Ever.  Please eep everyone touched by this in your thoughts and prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-4371215004384294165?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wbap.com/Article.asp?id=616255&amp;spid=6051' title='Life is Precious'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/4371215004384294165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=4371215004384294165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4371215004384294165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4371215004384294165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is Precious'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-8609997832666690858</id><published>2008-03-09T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:43:28.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>atleast my sister still loves me.</title><content type='html'>I have totally neglected this blog, and my other one.  So don't be hurt.  i pressured my sister to make one, then I dropped the ball.  But she loves me forever---right sissy?  RIGHT!?!?!?! Don't you make me squeeze your cheeks! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a random story about the squeezing of the cheeks:  When we were younger I would always squeeze my brother and sisters cheeks.  Yes squeeze for no reason.  It felt good to my hands, all gushy you know!  I think my sister was worried I would do the same to my kids, because, well, her and my brother insist i actually HURT them! I mean, COME ON I am a soft girl, I would never hurt them.  And for the record, have not had the urge to squeeze either of my childrens' faces.  (well at least not for the pure joy of gushiness ;) ) I kid I kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just been living life.  Work, and then enjoying our tumultuous weather (SAT word there baby!) One day it snows, the next it is 80, the next it rains.  In that order. Just this week.  (***KNOCK ON WOOD***) No one has gotten sick, except me a couple weeks ago but even then it was just a bad cold and I did not have to hide under the covers (very long) Now, both of my children have red eyes where there should be white.  I am hoping and praying in the morning they are white again.  Pink eye has been running rampant but I just want to pretend that its from playing outside all day! (INDULGE ME PEOPLE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help em clear the writers block and keep me from writing the same ol same ol, post a subject you would like my opinion on, a question about my life, or whatEVER in the comments, and I will weave them with eloquence in this ol dusty blog to give it a jump start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-8609997832666690858?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/8609997832666690858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=8609997832666690858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8609997832666690858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8609997832666690858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/03/atleast-my-sister-still-loves-me.html' title='atleast my sister still loves me.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-6726018797311017757</id><published>2008-02-02T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:27:58.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R9znSVe8I/AAAAAAAAADI/akr7_nOQSBk/s1600-h/andrew2+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R9znSVe8I/AAAAAAAAADI/akr7_nOQSBk/s320/andrew2+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389398546119618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R9pHSVe7I/AAAAAAAAADA/I1SS2a6f2lc/s1600-h/andrew2+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R9pHSVe7I/AAAAAAAAADA/I1SS2a6f2lc/s320/andrew2+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162389218157493170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney donated her hair to locks of love.  sweet girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-6726018797311017757?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/6726018797311017757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=6726018797311017757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6726018797311017757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6726018797311017757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/02/courtney.html' title='Courtney'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R9znSVe8I/AAAAAAAAADI/akr7_nOQSBk/s72-c/andrew2+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-4914798452872381191</id><published>2008-02-02T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:14:22.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew is 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R6k3SVe6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/154tr3IXIUo/s1600-h/andrew2+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R6k3SVe6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/154tr3IXIUo/s320/andrew2+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162385846608165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162382002612435714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-4914798452872381191?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/4914798452872381191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=4914798452872381191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4914798452872381191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4914798452872381191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/02/andrew-is-2.html' title='Andrew is 2!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/R6R6k3SVe6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/154tr3IXIUo/s72-c/andrew2+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-6742639914316922290</id><published>2008-01-28T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:54:18.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm..swiss cake rolls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/binkyworm/sayings%20and%20quotes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=quotes.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/binkyworm/sayings%20and%20quotes/quotes.png" alt="quotes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister says it is time to update.  But I have no entertaining stories.  I do have a couple of Penis Chronicle Adventures.  But I am trying to keep this journal penis-drama-free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is my BABYS 2nd birthday.  Time has FLOWN.  I remember his birth so VIVIDLY, and I am not sure why because while I remember Courtneys, when i close my eyes I can see andrews from start to finish.  He is sucha BUSY but sweet boy.  He loves to sing and it is SO cute!!! His favorite songs in the are is Low by T Pain or tear Drops on my guitar by Taylor Swift.  LOL  Thats my boy!! HE also loooves his Blues Clues still. We are having a lowkey celebration at his school with party hats and cupcakes.  He LOVES PUPcakes! I willpost pics wed night or thurs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-6742639914316922290?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/6742639914316922290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=6742639914316922290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6742639914316922290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6742639914316922290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/01/mmmmswiss-cake-rolls.html' title='Mmmm..swiss cake rolls.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p165/binkyworm/sayings%20and%20quotes/th_quotes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-4939631719257970304</id><published>2008-01-20T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:08:41.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobalicious</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I babysat a little boy who used to be in my class and his brother.  Owen and Evan.  Well Owen kept touching my Big Boob and saying "what's in there????"  LOL&gt;  I did not even know how to answer this so I just said "Oh, it's a part of my body."  (after he asked for like the 4th time.) He looked back at me flabbergasted and said "NO!! It is. NOT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boobs...thats how I roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-4939631719257970304?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kimmybows.com' title='Boobalicious'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/4939631719257970304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=4939631719257970304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4939631719257970304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/4939631719257970304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/01/boobalicious.html' title='Boobalicious'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-5086587291269557570</id><published>2008-01-19T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:23:59.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtney</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Pilgrim Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="sup" id="en-MSG-13887"&gt;1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I look up to  the mountains; does my strength come from mountains? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   No, my strength  comes from God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      who made heaven, and earth, and mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="sup" id="en-MSG-13888"&gt;3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; He won't let you stumble,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      your Guardian God won't fall asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   Not on your life! Israel's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      Guardian will never doze or sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="sup" id="en-MSG-13889"&gt;5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; God's your Guardian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      right at your side to  protect you— &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   Shielding you from sunstroke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      sheltering you from  moonstroke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="sup" id="en-MSG-13890"&gt;7-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-family: georgia;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; guards you from every evil,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      he guards your very life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   He guards you when you leave and when  you return, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;      he guards you now, he guards you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courtney is having issues at school.  Normal issues tlaking etc.  But theyhave worsened and her teacher didnt want to add stress to me.  Now we have to bust down robo-Courtney is her sassiest.  Fun times my friends, fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-5086587291269557570?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/5086587291269557570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=5086587291269557570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5086587291269557570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5086587291269557570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/01/courtney.html' title='Courtney'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-5326508128555734233</id><published>2008-01-13T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:03:00.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not 20 MAMA!</title><content type='html'>Today we were driving down the road to church and Courtney asked which church are we going to??  I said oh one we went to with miss darla a while ago.  I said You probably don't remember it but you will see.  And then exasperated she says: MAMA I am not like 20! I can remember things still!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh to be young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-5326508128555734233?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/5326508128555734233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=5326508128555734233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5326508128555734233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/5326508128555734233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-not-20-mama.html' title='I am not 20 MAMA!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-2177465317391566783</id><published>2008-01-12T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:06:02.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry...ooooo soooo soorrrryyyy</title><content type='html'>Blog Hiatus due to being thrown into single-mom-dom. But I am here now! yay!! Do you really want to know about my drama? well maybe. But I have moved on. And my life is happier and I never want to look back on this blog and see depressing woe is me entries.&lt;br /&gt;Matt 6:34"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-MSG-12860"&gt;1 Peter 5:6-7&lt;/span&gt;So be content with who you are, and don't put on airs. God's strong hand is on you; he'll promote you at the right time. Live carefree before God; he is most careful with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-2177465317391566783?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/2177465317391566783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=2177465317391566783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2177465317391566783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2177465317391566783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-sorryooooo-soooo-soorrrryyyy.html' title='I am sorry...ooooo soooo soorrrryyyy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7432480851851498326</id><published>2007-11-18T19:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:08:20.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make you go hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oDtjbrY2He8/Rzu0aCBHH5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3xcj8VYDdnU/s1600/chinese%2Bslide.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oDtjbrY2He8/Rzu0aCBHH5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3xcj8VYDdnU/s1600/chinese%2Bslide.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oDtjbrY2He8/Rzuy8SBHH4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Cl4ZeIzjJgI/s1600/mirror.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oDtjbrY2He8/Rzuy8SBHH4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Cl4ZeIzjJgI/s1600/mirror.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back!! It was a LOONG week.  I guess I should share it soon!! but here a couple of pictures for your brain to go HMMMMM??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7432480851851498326?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7432480851851498326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7432480851851498326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7432480851851498326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7432480851851498326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='things that make you go hmmmm'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oDtjbrY2He8/Rzu0aCBHH5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3xcj8VYDdnU/s72-c/chinese%2Bslide.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-331083568478071253</id><published>2007-11-07T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:50:23.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>How am I supposed to blog everyday when the freaking wind knocks out our internet for days!!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-331083568478071253?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/331083568478071253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=331083568478071253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/331083568478071253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/331083568478071253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-well-well.html' title='well well well'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-1450670755691720436</id><published>2007-11-04T10:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:36:14.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ch ch ch changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/1053194483_5e708f49f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/1053194483_5e708f49f1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/Ry3zt7tSUPI/AAAAAAAAABg/F11A_cigz8s/s1600-h/ALLOFTHEM10-30+370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/Ry3zt7tSUPI/AAAAAAAAABg/F11A_cigz8s/s320/ALLOFTHEM10-30+370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129023521092161778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before and after&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-1450670755691720436?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/1450670755691720436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=1450670755691720436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1450670755691720436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/1450670755691720436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/11/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='ch ch ch changes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/1053194483_5e708f49f1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-8995635787474580463</id><published>2007-11-01T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:23:50.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Said She Said</title><content type='html'>I am posting every day this month! yes! yes! I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I surprised Courtney and took her to see Ashley Tisdale in concert.  It was a free thing at the mall but she was so in love with it, i have never seen her so happy!!! pics coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-8995635787474580463?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/8995635787474580463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=8995635787474580463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8995635787474580463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8995635787474580463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/11/he-said-she-said.html' title='He Said She Said'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-8861733174435422600</id><published>2007-10-30T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T22:08:25.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a wild one...with an angel's faces.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/Ryfxm7tSUOI/AAAAAAAAABY/agEMKdeZGv4/s1600-h/ALLOFTHEM10-30+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/Ryfxm7tSUOI/AAAAAAAAABY/agEMKdeZGv4/s320/ALLOFTHEM10-30+326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127332351949557986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-8861733174435422600?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/8861733174435422600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=8861733174435422600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8861733174435422600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/8861733174435422600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/shes-wild-onewith-angels-faces.html' title='She&apos;s a wild one...with an angel&apos;s faces.....'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/Ryfxm7tSUOI/AAAAAAAAABY/agEMKdeZGv4/s72-c/ALLOFTHEM10-30+326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-6349978787071167261</id><published>2007-10-29T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:19:48.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>If you could change anything about the way you were                      raised, what would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I love my life but I would like to see what it would have been like to have a more nuclear family.  Everything that happened to me then made me what I am not, though, and I wouldn't trade that.  (well most of it ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that the world will be a better or                      a worse place 100 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;WORSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of a relationship, do you trust your new partner unless there is something specific to make you do otherwise, or do you withhold your trust until he/she has earned it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I trust too quickly.  Always.  Need someone to take advantage of and believe your lies?? I am YOUR girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-6349978787071167261?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://manicmondaymeme.blogspot.com/' title='Manic Monday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/6349978787071167261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=6349978787071167261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6349978787071167261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6349978787071167261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7769203766248609206</id><published>2007-10-29T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:08:06.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Foot And Mouth</title><content type='html'>Obviously that picture is not andrew.  But he has hand foot and mouth.It is hell.  My throat hurts, but only on one side. Weird, I wont even google that buddy!  I made a bad decision and now I have to deal wit it, soooo INTERNETS tell me what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney turned 5 in october so unless I paid for private Kindy (read preschool teacher=no way in hell that would happen) she had to wait a year.  Now she is the oldest, and due to 2 years of PreK the smartest.  I know everyone thinks there kids is THE smartest, and Courtney is by no means a genius, but seriously in her class, after testing, she is the smartest.  So her teacher is having issues with her getting bored and doing the other children's work.  She is wanting to move on but because alot of children have never had any form of education yet in the in lives they can't.  Now she is telling the other kids, "ugh! don't raise your hand if you don't know the answer, and then giving the right answer because they got it wrong.  Now I don't need advice on her attitude I am working on whipping errr I mean getting that to stop ;).  She cant be rude to people. Period.  I just am wondering how to approach the school without looking like THAT parent.  By Jan I cant even imagine how bored she will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be getoffyourassandcleanoutyourclosetandotherpilesofshit day but that probably won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a friend of mine is doing this:  &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=7737847"&gt;Bottle race&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=7737847&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="346" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;amp;videoid=7737847&amp;amp;title=Bottle%20race"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you win nothing.  I don't understand.  Basically a multi million dollar venue is using you for free entertainment.  And he could have totally died at it.  I mean I love him to death but uh NO. Would you do it&gt;?  As a rule of thumb I just don't run so you obviously know my answer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7769203766248609206?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://pathmicro.med.sc.edu/virol/hand-foot2.jpg' title='Hand Foot And Mouth'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7769203766248609206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7769203766248609206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7769203766248609206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7769203766248609206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/hand-foot-and-mouth.html' title='Hand Foot And Mouth'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-3175864880281712571</id><published>2007-10-28T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T18:21:25.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Situation #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You are out walking. You decide to walk along the river, where trains go by. You happen to notice a young women laying on the tracks, hoping a train will come soon to end her life. You have forgotten your phone. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go up and pull her away and talk to her.  Make her as comfortable as possible and then take her somewhere that she will be safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Situation #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You are driving out in the county. You are about 30 minutes away from the nearest town. You witness the motorcycle ahead of you driving rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erotic&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; goes side ways and slams in the railing along the road. You get out to try to help the guy. Blood seems to be every where. You phone 911, and give them your location. As you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; what you see, you realize that blood is gushing out of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neck&lt;/span&gt;. The 911 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;operator&lt;/span&gt; tells you that it will take 30 minutes to get to you. And that you need to apply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; to the wound with your hand. AS you go to do this you notice the guy has a Med Alert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bracelet&lt;/span&gt;. He is HIV positive. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I would go back to my car and get a plastic bag and a rag.  This man would be very lucky because in my car full of everything I would probably actually have gloves, lol.  I have 2 kids to worry about thought so I could not risk my life to save his.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Situation #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;One of your co workers, { And a close friend } has just left the locker room. You notice that they have dropped a small package that has coke in it. What do you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I might say something about it but I would probably just pretend I did not see it because it would make me SO uncomfortable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3418491878780459341-3175864880281712571?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://helena-skyblue.blogspot.com/search/label/situation%20sunday%27s' title='Situation Sunday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/3175864880281712571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=3175864880281712571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/3175864880281712571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/3175864880281712571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/situation-sunday.html' title='Situation Sunday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-2399249976132907205</id><published>2007-10-23T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:19:48.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>days of peace are over</title><content type='html'>andrew can get out of his bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-2399249976132907205?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/2399249976132907205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=2399249976132907205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2399249976132907205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/2399249976132907205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-of-peace-are-over.html' title='days of peace are over'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-958901456407693928</id><published>2007-10-23T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:16:20.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       you chose CY - your Enneagram type is SIX (aka "The Loyalist"). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2&gt;"I am affectionate and skeptical"&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Questioners are responsible, trustworthy, and value loyalty to family, friends, groups, and causes. Their personalities range broadly from reserved and timid to outspoken and confrontative. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be direct and clear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to me carefully. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't judge me for my anxiety. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work things through with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reassure me that everything is OK between us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh and make jokes with me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gently push me toward new experiences. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to overreact to my overreacting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What I Like About Being a&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;SIX &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being committed and faithful to family and friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being responsible and hardworking &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being compassionate toward others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having intellect and wit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a nonconformist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;confronting danger bravely &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being direct and assertive &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What's Hard About Being a SIX &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the constant push and pull involved in trying to make up my mind &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;procrastinating because of fear of failure; having little confidence in myself &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fearing being abandoned or taken advantage of &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exhausting myself by worrying and scanning for danger &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wishing I had a rule book at work so I could do everything right &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being too critical of myself when I haven't lived up to my expectations &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SIXes as Children Often &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are friendly, likable, and dependable, and/or sarcastic, bossy, and stubborn &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are anxious and hypervigilant; anticipate danger &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;form a team of "us against them" with a best friend or parent &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look to groups or authorities to protect them and/or question authority and rebel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are neglected or abused, come from unpredictable or alcoholic&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;families, and/or take on the fearfulness of an overly anxious parent &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SIXes as Parents &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;are often loving, nurturing, and have a strong sense of duty &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;are sometimes reluctant to give their children independence &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worry more than most that their children will get hurt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes have trouble saying no and setting boundaries &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;take it here: http://www.okcupid.com/tests/&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;67115126634&lt;div class="asset-body"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;97470889/Quick-Painless-ENNEAGRAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-958901456407693928?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/67115126634' title='GOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/958901456407693928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=958901456407693928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/958901456407693928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/958901456407693928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/gooooooooooop.html' title='GOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7476852388168382469</id><published>2007-10-21T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:52:42.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="title"&gt;Real Woman, Real Beauty: Why Our Flaws Are Beautiful&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h1 class="title"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stb.msn.com/i/6C/EA37188C558166EDF171FBC63B21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://stb.msn.com/i/6C/EA37188C558166EDF171FBC63B21A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt; &lt;p&gt;"My gap is sexy!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Michelle Taylor, 32 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I have a 1.5-millimeter gap between my two front teeth. In high school, boy,  did I get teased. I insisted my mom take me to the dentist to fix the problem,  but the good old man refused. He said he might consider braces in a year or so.  But thanks to gap-toothed Madonna, I decided to embrace my imperfection. Now,  people on the street often stop me to compliment my smile."&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/3418491878780459341-7476852388168382469?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7476852388168382469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7476852388168382469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7476852388168382469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7476852388168382469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/real-woman-real-beauty-why-our-flaws.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-6110338870131522964</id><published>2007-10-21T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:31:46.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insert witty title here.</title><content type='html'>202.  My weight.  Lets face it people, on my 5'6'' body it is just too much.  Now I will add my bra size here as being a 38 EEEE So that alone takes alot of weight right!? right!?  I would love to wait adn make a New years Resolution and say this is my year 2008 is my year to lose the baby weight! (est.2000-2001) But I am much too ambitious for that aren't I? So here you have it:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b185/bfletcher/talesseptbuttonsquare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b185/bfletcher/talesseptbuttonsquare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-6110338870131522964?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/6110338870131522964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=6110338870131522964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6110338870131522964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/6110338870131522964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/insert-witty-title-here.html' title='insert witty title here.'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418491878780459341.post-7840974149671062060</id><published>2007-10-20T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:49:07.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am...&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful:Regardless of my weight and size. Doesn't matter if my hair is perfect or my make up is flawless. It makes no difference what I'm wearing or where I am, I'm beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent:Regardless of my actions, or my choices. Doesn't matter what I'm thinking or how I'm speaking. I am an educated, bright and insightful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these things, I truly believe in my head and my heart. But why then does it feel like I'm constantly seeking approval from everyone? I shouldn't care if I'm getting 5000 text messages a month, or a million friends and it shouldn't bother me when I get ignored.  I shouldn't need someone to tell me that I'm beautiful or smart to know that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after me... I don't need attention to be happy. I don't need to people to notice me to be attractive. Most of all, I don't need to have men wanting to be sleep with me to be worthy of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3418491878780459341-7840974149671062060?l=kimmybows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/feeds/7840974149671062060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3418491878780459341&amp;postID=7840974149671062060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7840974149671062060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3418491878780459341/posts/default/7840974149671062060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmybows.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10744203427992954071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b0eaAzk4oHA/SfUPuXHWlGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KyvMmfq1TLc/S220/n665559028_378507_4531.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
