<?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-7608170236066956237</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:43:11.245-05:00</updated><category term='dieting'/><category term='hormones'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Braces'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='anniversaries'/><category term='Lupus'/><category term='Jamaica'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='cows'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='quilting'/><title type='text'>Searching for the Ruby Inside</title><subtitle type='html'>My ruby is Jesus!  He holds my hand, wipes away my tears, comforts, loves, challenges, diciplines and is my ever faithful companion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7590256365151723772</id><published>2009-12-16T14:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:24:03.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Disjointed Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Here it is 9 days before Christmas and I'm not done shopping.  Money is tight, but I don't think that is the problem.  I'm just not that interested in the gift giving this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is on the road and nearly 1000 miles away.  I absolutely hate this arrangement, but for whatever reason it seems to be this is what the Lord has planned for us right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our calendar is jam packed full right now.  Why is that?  Who keeps adding stuff to it and where can I find them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't told my mother that I'm not going to my sister's for Christmas Dinner, that I'm cooking at home for the first time ever for us and the boys.  Okay, is that selfish of me?  I have never spent Thanksgiving or Christmas at my house and cooked a holiday meal.  I want to be home this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of returning to school has been on my mind and in my thoughts for months.  So, I went and applied, did the admissions interviews, took the placement test thingy and applied for financial aid.  They accepted me and gave me grant money!  Whoo Hooo!  I've had my student ID made, been fitted for my uniforms and shoes, all that's left is orientation on Friday morning.  I've been so psyched about it and now suddenly -- I'm petrified, what have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I know for sure whether the gifts get bought, the Christmas dinner plans get made or I actually make it to school -- this time right now is special because it's the celebration of my Savior's birth.  If he hadn't been born in that cold, lonely stable what hope would we have.  He's doing some amazing things in my life and in my heart.  He's such an awesome God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7590256365151723772?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7590256365151723772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7590256365151723772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7590256365151723772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7590256365151723772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/12/lots-of-disjointed-thoughts.html' title='Lots of Disjointed Thoughts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6973024304351493816</id><published>2009-12-11T22:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:04:04.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Track</title><content type='html'>It was bitterly cold here yesterday, but that didn't stop me from braving the chill and watching my baby boy run his first track meet. Watching him grow and turn into a young man is both thrilling and bittersweet. After all, he is the youngest and time is moving way too swiftly. He ran the 55 and came in 5th. It was his first heat and only supposed to warm his body for the 500. He came out strong and held the lead for 3/4 of the race. He finished 2nd. A very good showing for his first ever race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414193113304041378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SyMT82_ah6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9QuqRh0pQCA/s320/thanksgiving+and+track+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other baby boy is doing quite well too. He recently got a big promotion at work.  I'm really proud of the man he's become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414194071447658914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SyMU0oWp4aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5DageFOdZwA/s320/thanksgiving+and+track+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for the opportunity to be mom to these two "boys". They truly are my greatest joy.  Guide them in their decisions and help them to always put you first and foremost in their lives.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6973024304351493816?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6973024304351493816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6973024304351493816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6973024304351493816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6973024304351493816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/12/track.html' title='Track'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SyMT82_ah6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9QuqRh0pQCA/s72-c/thanksgiving+and+track+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7042308088709377693</id><published>2009-11-28T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:26:09.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Official Score (at this moment) Is Hubby 3, Jacob 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWmAhufI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NIOX0eneP5w/s1600/deer+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409283136492255730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWmAhufI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NIOX0eneP5w/s320/deer+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWf7dylI/AAAAAAAAANs/OlcrAHbV1yA/s1600/pics+for+face+book+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409283134860413522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWf7dylI/AAAAAAAAANs/OlcrAHbV1yA/s320/pics+for+face+book+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWKtYQ2I/AAAAAAAAANk/zYZEl6SXhSo/s1600/deer+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409283129164186466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWKtYQ2I/AAAAAAAAANk/zYZEl6SXhSo/s320/deer+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiVuhf5ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/BEz7MkkyX_c/s1600/pics+for+face+book+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409283121598162322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiVuhf5ZI/AAAAAAAAANc/BEz7MkkyX_c/s320/pics+for+face+book+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't up yet to get hubby's picture this morning and being men they totally forgot to do it.  And of course while I'm sitting here waiting for the images to load -- I hear a shot and few minutes later -- shot two. The score may change.  I absolutely hate deer hunting myself, but I'm so thankful that I have a husband who loves nothing better than taking his son hunting.  Those memories last a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7042308088709377693?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7042308088709377693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7042308088709377693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7042308088709377693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7042308088709377693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/official-score-at-this-moment-is-hubby.html' title='The Official Score (at this moment) Is Hubby 3, Jacob 2'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SxGiWmAhufI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NIOX0eneP5w/s72-c/deer+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4050130388832359953</id><published>2009-11-02T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:46:36.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>Everyone hits a crossroad. I'm waiting on God to shine the light onto the path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4050130388832359953?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4050130388832359953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4050130388832359953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4050130388832359953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4050130388832359953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/11/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7148290769710858963</id><published>2009-10-24T21:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:59:15.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten to High School -- Already?</title><content type='html'>We just got Jacob's new school pics for this year. Good or bad, hard or easy this child is a blessing from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SuOwQ9eYJ3I/AAAAAAAAANM/bS4ZlmFNdNU/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396350583946356594" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SuOwQ9eYJ3I/AAAAAAAAANM/bS4ZlmFNdNU/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SuOwhHK9wwI/AAAAAAAAANU/BoOzgNWacUw/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396350861427196674" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SuOwhHK9wwI/AAAAAAAAANU/BoOzgNWacUw/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From kindergarten to high school -- where does the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7148290769710858963?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7148290769710858963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7148290769710858963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7148290769710858963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7148290769710858963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-just-got-jacobs-new-school-pics-for.html' title='Kindergarten to High School -- Already?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SuOwQ9eYJ3I/AAAAAAAAANM/bS4ZlmFNdNU/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4276082384983441679</id><published>2009-10-19T10:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:42:10.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting the 'Rents (as Jacob would say)</title><content type='html'>We spent the weekend visiting my parents. It was cold, wet and we even saw snow, but it was also warm, cozy and fun to spend some time with them alone. This past weekend was the weekend they close the New River Gorge Bridge and have basejumpers and all kinds of festival stuff. Well, like I said it was cold and wet and my father has a cold so we opted to travel all the way to Wheeling and spend the day shopping inside. Cabela's has a huge store in Wheeling and hubby, Jacob and daddy were in hog heaven. Jacob found a hat that he just had to have. (He said for hunting purposes, but it never left his head the rest of the weekend!) I think his head gets cold now that he has relatively little hair thanks to MCJROTC. This child looks so much like me it's almost scarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394318367164056530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Stx3-YAtw9I/AAAAAAAAANE/wn7MCWylPYo/s320/101709_1542%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't thank God enough for such wonderful parents. Their examples in following Christ and raising children are priceless and I am truly blessed to still have them with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like everyone else I've also started a facebook page. Not sure I'll keep this blog going because keeping up two things is more than I need right now. If you have facebook look for me there -- search for Kim in King, NC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4276082384983441679?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4276082384983441679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4276082384983441679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4276082384983441679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4276082384983441679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/10/visiting-rents-as-jacob-would-say.html' title='Visiting the &apos;Rents (as Jacob would say)'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Stx3-YAtw9I/AAAAAAAAANE/wn7MCWylPYo/s72-c/101709_1542%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3877167891949545281</id><published>2009-09-29T09:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:29:28.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching My Breath</title><content type='html'>Time flies whether you are having fun or not. Fall has arrived, the leaves are falling, the pool is closed, the house still isn't sold and hubby is still on the road. No matter what, God is faithful. I can see ways he is working in our lives and in the lives of friends and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet friends, the McK's and their daughter, have just returned from China with their beautiful baby boy. This journey has been two years in the making and I can see how God has richly blessed them. Our other friends, the H's, have two teenagers of their own and this past weekend agreed to take two more teenagers in need of a home into theirs. I am in awe of their selfless sacrifice and commitment to teens in our area, and I see God's hand upon their home and hearts. There are others close to us who are opening their doors to children in need, but their stories are too personal to appear here, but they are on our lips in prayer for strength, wisdom and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the home front God is working. Jacob is immersed in high school and doing really well. He is thriving in MCJROTC.  Back again is the boy we remember along with a new grown up attitude.  Thank you Jesus for answered prayer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary and Candace are facing a health issue for her. We know that God is working in their lives as well and we pray for his healing hands upon her body.  We trust that God will provide medical solutions soon and that he will give both of them strength and wisdom to endure this time in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to host the Youth Prayer Breakfast this school year.  (It doesn't look like the house is selling anytime soon, so we might as well use it!)  This morning was our first and we had a ton of teens.  I am beginning to see teens in a different light.  They are such wild, untamed creatures on one hand, but on the other -- they are so delightful and entertaining.  Thank you Jesus for this precious opportunity to open our doors and home to these young people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3877167891949545281?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3877167891949545281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3877167891949545281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3877167891949545281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3877167891949545281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching My Breath'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5834286333854184074</id><published>2009-08-30T18:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:48:08.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It is hardly comprehendable that today marks one year since Zach and Candi got married. They've accomplished alot in a year -- both have great jobs, they bought their first home a few months ago, and welcomed a new addition -- a pooch named Roxie. We're very proud of them and hope they have many, many more anniversaries! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375892262747361106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SpsBh7_Tz1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/R2JpT676lbw/s320/4-25-09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7608170236066956237-5834286333854184074?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5834286333854184074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5834286333854184074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5834286333854184074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5834286333854184074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-1st-anniversary.html' title='Happy 1st Anniversary'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SpsBh7_Tz1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/R2JpT676lbw/s72-c/4-25-09+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4834664462110346584</id><published>2009-08-27T13:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:54:43.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Jacob started high school this week and boy did I get caught by surprise. It was just like kindergarten all over again. He's a freshman now and he's growing up. I cried all the way home -- just like kindergarten. Then he came home yesterday and he went from this . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374701921169487362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SpbG68DqtgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3nR4IJKYIVc/s320/071009_1329%5B00%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to this . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374702341859632210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SpbHTbQA5FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wZZk2BPv_HY/s320/ROTC+Pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, no matter what my children do or don't do, I pray they do in your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4834664462110346584?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4834664462110346584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4834664462110346584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4834664462110346584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4834664462110346584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/08/happenings.html' title='Happenings!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SpbG68DqtgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3nR4IJKYIVc/s72-c/071009_1329%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2124130226293151922</id><published>2009-08-11T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:54:17.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane . . .</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I get tired of living in the fast lane.  Sometimes, I want to pull over.  Sometimes, I want to bail (to use one of Jacob's new words)!  and Sometimes, I just need a few days to chill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently took a few days to lay on the beach, lay around the pool, lay around the campsite and just chill.  It was great and certainly gave us some time to recharge our batteries.  We took hubby's mother with us.  She was in need of a break after losing her mother and we took Jacob's cousin with us so he would have some teen companionship.  It gave us time to make some decisions and plans for our future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is actively looking for a job that will allow him to be home with us instead of on the road.  Jacob is starting high school in a couple of weeks back in the public system and in a new district.  In this economy things are tight, but God is faithful!  Thank goodness for my Savior -- without him my life would be a complete mess.  The house is still on the market albeit in a new realtor's hands -- and we're waiting patiently on God to reveal his plans for our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life in the fast lane or broke down on the side of road?  Doesn't really matter as long as you know the master mechanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2124130226293151922?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2124130226293151922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2124130226293151922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2124130226293151922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2124130226293151922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7715040610668873921</id><published>2009-07-29T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:44:36.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As for me and my house . . .</title><content type='html'>This verse is a favorite of ours. When we built this house and before we actually spent one night in it we had our pastor and some friends come and bless each and every room in this house. It was a very moving experience to hear our friends pray over every room and our lives. This verse appears in almost every room of our home somewhere. "As for me and my house we will serve the Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving our Lord is our goal -- it's doesn't always happen, sometimes it's not easy, but the verse if a constant reminder to us that this house, this home, our lives belong to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a chaotic summer. Who am I kidding? It has been a chaotic four years. So many things have happened (and not happened) and our lives have been turned upside down, inside out and every which way you can think, but God is faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in death God has been faithful.  Last week we saw that first hand as hubby's grandmother passed away.  None of us were prepared to lose her so soon and she will be greatly missed in our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus thank you for allowing us the opportunity to have such a godly woman in our lives.  Give us the strength and courage to always serve you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7715040610668873921?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7715040610668873921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7715040610668873921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7715040610668873921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7715040610668873921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-for-me-and-my-house.html' title='As for me and my house . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3602206873112673846</id><published>2009-07-08T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:25:26.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and life goes on . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm reminded today that no matter what comes our way whether good news, bad news, adversity, sickness, even death . . . life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still riding the roller coaster of parenthood, we're still traveling all over the United States, we're still hoping and praying for the house to sell and now we're learning to deal with eventually losing a loved one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby's beloved grandmother who lives with his mother has been diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer which has spread to her liver.  The doctors have said six months.  Six months to finish a life.  I can't imagine what hearing those words does to a person.  I do know that she is a true woman of faith and an inspiration to all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, life goes on.  Each and every day the sun comes up and a new day begins and each and every day God is there to comfort, to give us strength, to lead and guide us.  Praise God because without his hand in mine some days would be unbearable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3602206873112673846?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3602206873112673846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3602206873112673846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3602206873112673846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3602206873112673846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-life-goes-on.html' title='and life goes on . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5199970700240211301</id><published>2009-06-02T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:02:18.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob On The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jacob has been traveling for the past seven days with his father. He looks like he's really working hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342745660800837314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SiU-3xVLJsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IYNi_JV4HG4/s400/pics+on+rd+%233+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7608170236066956237-5199970700240211301?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5199970700240211301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5199970700240211301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5199970700240211301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5199970700240211301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/06/jacob-on-road.html' title='Jacob On The Road'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SiU-3xVLJsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/IYNi_JV4HG4/s72-c/pics+on+rd+%233+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5045561969377756603</id><published>2009-05-28T17:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:52:16.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>After a chaotic year, Jacob graduated from the 8th grade. It was really sweet as they were welcomed on to the high school hall.  High School next fall -- that's just another whole kind of prayer request!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340994252198978946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sh8F-X25JYI/AAAAAAAAAME/vdu4wtdp8T4/s400/salem+photos+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340994683045917362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sh8GXc4zsrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/pXY3YBi7SYY/s400/salem+photos+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340995084125091794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sh8GuzBiN9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/qnygxEJ84uc/s400/salem+photos+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, thank you for Jacob.  Thank you for bringing him into our lives.  Thank you for the joy and thank you for the chaos.  Regardless of how difficult the teen years are he is and always has been one of our biggest blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5045561969377756603?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5045561969377756603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5045561969377756603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5045561969377756603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5045561969377756603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sh8F-X25JYI/AAAAAAAAAME/vdu4wtdp8T4/s72-c/salem+photos+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5373549434398423330</id><published>2009-05-08T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:32:50.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roosterville</title><content type='html'>Many, many years ago a friend of ours (who was and is a practical joker) nicknamed my husband, Rooster. My hubby is a sweetheart, but he loves nothing better than a challenge and let's face it sometimes dealing with clients is a challenge.  Our friend loved nothing more than watching hubby get his feathers ruffled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nickname stuck (he's not crazy about it) and family and friends vowed to bring as many roosters into our lives as possible. Here's just a few of our treasures: A very alive rooster showed up on our office steps early one morning.  Our brother-in-law (who's a terrific artist) drew a rooster in the corner of our freshly poured concrete driveway.  A concrete rooster in full color showed up in our flower garden.  We've received rooster salt and pepper shakers, rooster towels, rooster clocks, framed photos of roosters, a huge, huge stuffed rooster, rooster license plates, rooster garden flags (including one with a swirling tail) and one of my personal favorites a dancing rooster who crows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not long ago I managed to get this photo of hubby and he'll kill me for sharing it, but I can't resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333459719088882498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SgRBW0wlw0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RjDknmXIxbA/s400/July+07+1+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Forgive me Rooster!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5373549434398423330?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5373549434398423330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5373549434398423330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5373549434398423330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5373549434398423330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/05/roosterville.html' title='Roosterville'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SgRBW0wlw0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RjDknmXIxbA/s72-c/July+07+1+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4244939869589437237</id><published>2009-05-05T10:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:40:53.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zachary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SgBPfYM9DWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jii3Cklpkfw/s1600-h/12-22-08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332349359297989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SgBPfYM9DWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jii3Cklpkfw/s400/12-22-08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My SweetPea turns 24 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4244939869589437237?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4244939869589437237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4244939869589437237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4244939869589437237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4244939869589437237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-zachary.html' title='Happy Birthday Zachary!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SgBPfYM9DWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jii3Cklpkfw/s72-c/12-22-08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2767710772017042038</id><published>2009-04-25T15:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:36:49.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SfNlGCLGPkI/AAAAAAAAALE/Lr3b9x8oBRk/s1600-h/4-25-09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328713938446466626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SfNlGCLGPkI/AAAAAAAAALE/Lr3b9x8oBRk/s400/4-25-09+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe it? Jacob is having yet another birthday and turning 14! We love this child so much and thank God every day for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SfNkbW6ssRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/twKel3H6LYo/s1600-h/4-25-09+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328713205280452882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SfNkbW6ssRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/twKel3H6LYo/s400/4-25-09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus we pray your will in Jacob's life. We pray that through these difficult teen years you will guide him and lead him to a closer walk with you. We pray Lord Jesus for wisdom to make good choices and decisions. We pray for protection not just physically, but from worldly temptations. Thank you Jesus for this precious child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2767710772017042038?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2767710772017042038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2767710772017042038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2767710772017042038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2767710772017042038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-jacob.html' title='Happy Birthday Jacob'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SfNlGCLGPkI/AAAAAAAAALE/Lr3b9x8oBRk/s72-c/4-25-09+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5967116055414965062</id><published>2009-04-22T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:20:17.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beanie Baby Mania</title><content type='html'>My name is Kim . . . and I'm a recovering beanieholic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the beanie baby craze? . . . Were you addicted to buying those little furry animals? . . . Did you search high and low? . . . Take your toddler so you could get more than one? . . .  Hide them so your husband wouldn't know where you'd been that day? . . . Did you get hooked on beanie buddies, beanie minis, and classics? . . . Did you join a beanie club at your local library hoping for insider information? . . . Do you still have tucked away in your wallet a beanie baby club card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago my wonderful mother got me hooked on beanies.  She showed me one, let me hold it and then took me beanie hunting one day and well the rest is history.  I became hooked on acquiring them.  I have taken my toddler (now nearly 14) with me so I could get two.  I've camped out in a parking lot.  I've made friends with some crazy people just so I could scope out their favorite beanie haunts.  When just getting the babies weren't enough, I started collecting the buddies and other Ty products.  In my attic right now are plastic tubs with beanies, buddies and more carefully stored and labeled in plastic baggies.  I have some of the more exclusive ones tucked away in a curio cabinet a constant reminder to me of wasted time and money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I did manage to donate most of my buddies and all of my classics to our youth group to carry with them to the Gulf Coast to use during their mission trip.  It felt good to know that some child who had lost everything would at least have something soft and cuddly to snuggle up with.  It gave our youth an opportunity to open doors and spend time with children and to share the gospel.  My mother and I both are looking for ways to donate these once cherished albeit crazed beanies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit though some of those outings were fun times!  I especially remember spending a lot of time with Jacob hunting the next big find.  He was my beanie ally back then and it was definitely good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5967116055414965062?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5967116055414965062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5967116055414965062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5967116055414965062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5967116055414965062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/04/beanie-baby-mania.html' title='Beanie Baby Mania'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4609052895720210755</id><published>2009-04-18T20:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:43:31.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sepxk-KRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6bG7UXaxoM4/s1600-h/lottery+ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326194389294327698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sepxk-KRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6bG7UXaxoM4/s400/lottery+ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've never been a huge supporter of the lottery, but occasionally I buy a ticket. Every once in a while I'll buy a scratch off. I've never bought more than a $1 or $2 ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening I couldn't help myself. I was craving chocolate so hubby and I drove over to the corner store and while inside I bought myself a ticket -- okay I bought two or three. We got home and hubby had bought himself a couple and he won $1 and then he won another $1 and then he won $5.  As usual my tickets were duds until . . . I scratched off a money bag symbol . . . I reread the directions . . . get a money bag double your winnings . . . I slid my ticket over to hubby and asked him to look at it . . . he smiled and said, "honey, you just won $1000 dollars. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. I never win anything! We drove back over to the store to have them verify it. Yep, it's a winner. Friday we drove to one of the claim centers and I'm a $1000 richer (less $70 of state tax of course). Yep, who's got the golden horseshoe now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4609052895720210755?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4609052895720210755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4609052895720210755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4609052895720210755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4609052895720210755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/04/lottery.html' title='Lottery!!!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/Sepxk-KRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/6bG7UXaxoM4/s72-c/lottery+ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2777729423643671964</id><published>2009-04-17T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:25:35.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Darn Cat</title><content type='html'>My husband is not a cat lover.  When we first got together my oldest was just six.  He had a kitty and we loved her desperately.  Hubby tolerated her at best.  Funny thing was she really liked hubby!  As things go she passed away several years later.  Hubby was firm on no more cats.  So, we got a dog instead.  Shadow is a very neurotic little cockapoo that lives in fear of the vacuum cleaner and goes nuts at the sound of the doorbell.  We love her and for that she's gentle, cuddly and will always greet you at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the cat.  Several months ago a kitten took up residence at the barn.  It was just the one and we had no idea if the mother had died or someone had just dropped it off.  Hubby was not amused, but I said it's at the barn it'll be a good mouse catcher.  Well, we couldn't not feed it so I bought some cat food and set it out every evening at the barn of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later -- the cat is huge, a big, red fur ball.  It no longer stays at the barn.  It comes up to the house and it's a meower.  It drives Shadow nuts when she can see it through the windows.  It's great a catching mice.  Living out in the woods -- he catches them all the time.  Sometimes he catches and kills them and leaves the carcass on the front porch.  A gift I suppose.  He loves to lay on the patio around the pool and really adores the flower gardens.  There are little tufts of cat hair all over the yard.  Hubby is really not amused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is still for sale -- the cat is part of the deal, no extra charge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2777729423643671964?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2777729423643671964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2777729423643671964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2777729423643671964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2777729423643671964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-darn-cat.html' title='That Darn Cat'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2044338409304246319</id><published>2009-03-23T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:41:27.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I Been ???</title><content type='html'>Well lets see . . . &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been waiting patiently on God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . . . I've been in the truck with hubby running all over the United States . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been not so patiently waiting on God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . I've been getting our new business up and running . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting on God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . I've been struggling with a teenager that I love more than life itself . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been wondering if God is listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . I've been trying to keep a house clean while it's on the market . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been yelling God are you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . I've been trying to hold down the fort when hubby is out of town . . . &lt;strong&gt;God???&lt;/strong&gt; . . . I've been chasing cows that get out of there fence and its always at night . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . . . That's where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been looking at this blog (for weeks) and thinking how depressing.  I've also realized that I am a complainer and whiner.  So, I think some changes need to happen -- in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the answers.  Sometimes, I don't even know the question, but God is faithful.  He can move mountains and he answers prayer.  The mountains he moves may not be the ones you specified and answers may not be what you had in mind, but he is faithful.  Sometimes happily ever after doesn't come in a pretty package and chase away our misery.  Sometimes happily ever after comes . . . well after.  In the midst of trials God wants us to stop and listen.  What he's trying to teach may have nothing to do with the trial.  I believe that God is teaching me something powerful about myself.  I've been judgmental with other people and I thought I was better than some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, never thought he was better.  Jesus ate with tax collectors, prostitutes and the poor.  He touched them, loved them, fed them.  He gave his life for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Keep me near Thee, blessed Jesus, Keep me near Thee lest I stray; With Thy mighty hand uphold me, Lead me gently all the way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2044338409304246319?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2044338409304246319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2044338409304246319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2044338409304246319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2044338409304246319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I Been ???'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-223628080004007204</id><published>2009-02-02T09:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:00:08.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bits of Info</title><content type='html'>Another birthday for me has come and gone. There's something cool about having a birthday in January (when you're older) you get it over with and you don't have to worry about turning another year older all year! I know it sounds crazy, but I'd really like to stay 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob seems to be settling into his new school. Sometimes it's hard to tell because he's such a pleaser that he doesn't always tell you his true feelings. Last week was Spirit week and he participated in dressing up a couple of days so that's encouraging. Their mascot is a Viking and he made the cutest Viking ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298211864553209522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SYcHnqN0PrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/un17TLmA-h8/s400/Jacob+Salem+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubby is back out on the road today and just when I thought this was getting easier -- it's soo not!  I miss him terribly and this is just day one.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some friends invited us over last night (along with several other couples) for dinner and Brick.  We learned a new game and got to know some people better.  I'd never played before and lo and behold I won every game but the last one, which is too bad because I really wanted to sweep the evening.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No takers on the house yet though we've had some inquiries and showings.  It kinda feels like living in limbo.  We are actively looking for land to build another house, but so far nothing has blown us away.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The house is way too quite today.  Hubby gone, Jacob in school, even the dog is at the groomer, but I always have the laundry.  It never seems to go away and is always waiting for me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-223628080004007204?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/223628080004007204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=223628080004007204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/223628080004007204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/223628080004007204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-bits-of-info.html' title='Random Bits of Info'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SYcHnqN0PrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/un17TLmA-h8/s72-c/Jacob+Salem+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3505936182750104187</id><published>2009-01-22T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:41:23.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving the Teenage Years</title><content type='html'>Remember when the terrible twos were terrible and you thought, "man if I get this kid passed two and potty trained I'll be cruising!"?  Yeah, well that was nothin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers have a unique personality and I'm convinced they are of a different species altogether.  They are relentless, crafty, manipulative, clever, moody, and sometimes when you least expect it -- they are your child again -- sweet, lovable, touchy feely.  Thank God, he gives us those moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret we've been through a difficult time with our typical teen, but God has been there each and every step of the way.  For now, our teen seems to be settling down.  He's adjusting to private school and making a few friends along the way. He's still a teen and instead of surviving I'm embracing my teen because all to soon he'll be grown, graduated and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord for your faithfulness even when we lose our way.  Thank you Lord for your patience when we go astray.  Thank you Lord for your love and mercy when we find our way back.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3505936182750104187?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3505936182750104187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3505936182750104187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3505936182750104187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3505936182750104187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/01/surviving-teenage-years.html' title='Surviving the Teenage Years'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3321392937050995157</id><published>2009-01-17T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:15:32.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House for Sale</title><content type='html'>Yep, we did it. We finally decided and as of yesterday we are officially on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been toying with the idea for months now.  We built our dream house almost 7 years ago and because we built it ourselves we have a great deal of equity, so it makes good financial sense to sell, build another dream house and be debt free of a mortgage. Like I said, it makes good financial sense. I'm still getting used to the idea.  However, like everything else in our lives, we've turned it over to God. If it is his will he'll send a buyer, if not we'll stay put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like leaving it up to God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3321392937050995157?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3321392937050995157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3321392937050995157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3321392937050995157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3321392937050995157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-for-sale.html' title='House for Sale'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2817047652135347716</id><published>2009-01-10T00:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:38:59.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Timing</title><content type='html'>I'd like to shout it from the rooftops -- MY GOD IS AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we as Christians think we are so immune to the bad stuff. That having God on your side means you only get the good stuff. Sometimes our prayers are God please let me have this, please make this better. Sometimes we treat God like a magic genie lamp. I believe that God allows stuff to happen in our lives in order to refine us. To make us more like him, Christlike. Do we like the refining? NO. Is the refining easy? NO. Do we always get it and understand it? Maybe not on this side of eternity. I spend alot of time trying to figure out the WHYS of refinement instead of looking for the blessings. Yes, there are blessings in refinement. Praise the Lord for friends who step up and pray alongside of us, praise Jesus for the moments of peace in a world full of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my sweet, sweet child begins his first day at a new school.  Homeschooling is still always an option, but God opened doors last week like you've never seen.  God's timing, his infinite wisdom, his plan, not our plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is not a magic genie.  He is however my loving father and he knows what is best for me. The best comes out of refinement. The best is not always my answer and it's not always comfortable, but if it brings me one step closer to my father it is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2817047652135347716?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2817047652135347716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2817047652135347716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2817047652135347716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2817047652135347716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/01/gods-timing.html' title='God&apos;s Timing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1217169413718846276</id><published>2009-01-02T18:30:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:25:28.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf, New Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's what we've been saying to Jacob recently. Take the opportunities placed before you and begin again. Isn't it wonderful that God allows us every day to take the opportunities placed before us and begin again? 2007 brought lots of turmoil to our home and we crazily thought 2008 would be our year. Dare we to believe that 2009 will be better? You know, it doesn't matter what it brings or what the other years brought, because through it all God walked every step of the way with us. I'm sure he even carried us (me for sure) most of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for being so powerful that you care about every little detail of our lives.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So whatever happens this year -- I know that my God is big enough to handle it. So instead of bumming about 2008 here's a sneak peak at some of my favorite days . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286847580143570994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6n3PwXUDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8aalokm1lmA/s320/13th+Birthday+Photos+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th Birthdays!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286848291942670146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6ografn0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-5G84mz_af4/s400/May+30+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Calves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286849151239593490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6pSsi2HhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PdB0EmxsP0c/s400/June+9,+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286850568850915682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6qlNjuQWI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zIJYvGLt-Xs/s400/DSC8898_898_070_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Brides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286851495681690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6rbKRZjXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g5hZ79Yp7VQ/s400/Dec09%2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nervous Grooms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286852525180739042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6sXFdGXeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/N77pwqfQQ9o/s400/deer+2+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Bucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286854163366838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6t2cLGgTI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NYxcaqCR1ec/s400/12-22-08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40th Birthday Surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286855003997763250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6unXxIdrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DUPCLG2qvPs/s400/christmas+photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and at the center of it all -- family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1217169413718846276?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1217169413718846276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1217169413718846276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1217169413718846276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1217169413718846276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-leaf-new-life.html' title='New Leaf, New Life'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SV6n3PwXUDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8aalokm1lmA/s72-c/13th+Birthday+Photos+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2515442636202327040</id><published>2008-12-22T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:06:50.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over the Hill Birthdays</title><content type='html'>In the midst of uncertainty at our house comes a birthday.  Not just any birthday, but an over the hill, older than dirt birthday!  My sweet, sweet hubby is turning 40 today!  I stayed up til midnight last night so I could tell him first thing just how thankful to God I am for him.  He is a rock in our relationship and wonderful husband and father.  I am so blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so conniving.  We needed some fun and humor these days, so I quickly planned a surprise party.  He has no idea that tonight at 6 p.m. all of his family and most of his friends are going to converge on our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the look on his face.  A happy smile is all I need! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for this man.  Thank you for his strength when I'm ready to throw in the towel.  Thank you for his reasoning when I'm irrational.  Thank you for his love when I'm trembling with uncertainty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2515442636202327040?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2515442636202327040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2515442636202327040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2515442636202327040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2515442636202327040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/12/over-hill-birthdays.html' title='Over the Hill Birthdays'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6394168900280127334</id><published>2008-12-17T13:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:40:12.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay Down Your Burdens With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I know the plans I have for you . . ."&lt;/em&gt;  I wish I knew them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who reads this blog, I ask that you pray for me and my family.  Pray for my 13 year old son that he will find his way.  Pray that each of us will have strength, wisdom and patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we pulled our son out of the public school system.  He's not happy to say the least and neither am I, but it had to be done.  I have my homeschool license and I'm not sure what direction we will go in after the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising teenagers is never easy for anyone, but right now I'm drowning.  I don't know what is best for my child and I'm clueless where to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, sweet Jesus, help me.  Show me the path, move my feet, close my mouth, open my eyes and search my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6394168900280127334?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6394168900280127334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6394168900280127334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6394168900280127334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6394168900280127334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/12/lay-down-your-burdens-with-me.html' title='Lay Down Your Burdens With Me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7860843938236162447</id><published>2008-12-13T09:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:18:27.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Hunter's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a late night last night. Jacob went with the youth and some others from church to see Casting Crowns in concert. It was midnight when hubby went to pick him up. I figured he might sleep in this morning, but instead he said he was going hunting this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You see I'm married to the biggest deer hunter in the world and I also gave birth to the next one in line. They get up early before daylight and trudge off to the woods to sit in the darkness and freezing cold while I'm nestled in warm blankets snoozing away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At 7:41 a.m. I am woken by the phone screaming next to me. Usually, on a Saturday morning I roll over and ignore it, but this morning I yank it up to my ear. I hear my hubby yelling at me, "You gotta get up, he's hit the mother load this morning, get up, get dressed quickly, I'll come get you." I jump up, brush my teeth, and pull some jeans on. Down in the garage I'm trying to get my boots on when Jacob pulls up to the door and is yelling at me to hurry up. We literally zoom off into the woods on the 4 wheeler (yeah I gotta have a talk with his daddy about how fast he drives that thing). Jacob is talking and over the roar of the 4 wheerler I can hear, "he's a big one, my first buck, he's huge, his rack is bigger than anything daddy's ever gotten." Soon, I can see hubby's orange hat in a gulley, we pull up and sure enough my sweet baby has gotten his fourth deer, but it's his first buck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279282240930551362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SUPHOi-xlkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MlOokZ4YPk4/s400/deer+2+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9 pointer - 18 3/4" spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank you Jesus for days that turn into really great days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7860843938236162447?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7860843938236162447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7860843938236162447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7860843938236162447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7860843938236162447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/12/deer-hunters-dream.html' title='Deer Hunter&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SUPHOi-xlkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MlOokZ4YPk4/s72-c/deer+2+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7115810333818457912</id><published>2008-12-08T21:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:33:39.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Getaway</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love a great family weekend getaway? We do!! We loaded up Thursday (hubby, me and Jacob, Zach and Candi, my mom and dad, my sister and her husband -- yep all of us) and took off. We rented a 3 bedroom, 3 bath condo and we all piled in. It was bitterly cold, but we braved the wind and even some snow to watch a Christmas parade on Friday night and shop, shop, shop til we dropped the rest of the time. We had a great time ordering in and eating in front of the fireplace. Laughing at each other and old times, making new memories as well. What a wonderful way to lighten my mood lately and RELAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277612202991301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/ST3YVi2QNWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R45YaMx6rTo/s400/gatlinburg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for traveling mercies, for time together as a family, for the spirit of Christmas that lives within us.  Thank you most of all for YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7115810333818457912?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7115810333818457912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7115810333818457912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7115810333818457912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7115810333818457912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-getaway.html' title='Family Getaway'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/ST3YVi2QNWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/R45YaMx6rTo/s72-c/gatlinburg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5272051826946000821</id><published>2008-11-30T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:18:20.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down, Two to Go, Plus a Birthday</title><content type='html'>One holiday down and two more to go plus hubby's 40th birthday is this month. I think I need my batteries changed if I'm going to make it til January and could someone please turn the heat back on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5272051826946000821?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5272051826946000821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5272051826946000821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5272051826946000821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5272051826946000821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-down-two-to-go-plus-birthday.html' title='One Down, Two to Go, Plus a Birthday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3595963400358625851</id><published>2008-11-24T09:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:37:41.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Parents</title><content type='html'>Some may be offended by the post title, but it's actually a book title.  A book that we are reading right now with our 13 year old son.  Jacob's been having a little difficulty with peer pressure -- okay a lot of difficulty.  I found this book at Lifeway the other day and while it's made for teens to read alone to help give them insight into parents -- it's really been helpful to us as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night we've read a chapter together and then openly discussed how it might apply to us as parents, as individuals and as a family.  I think it's helping us a great deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still actively seeking and praying about Jacob's educational needs and what the Lord has in store for us as a family and as individuals.  This season in our lives has been extremely painful at times, but I know my God is faithful, I know my God is capable and he will see us through.  I am thankful this Thanksgiving that God is working in our lives.  As a former pastor once told us, "If the devil is not stirring up trouble at your house, then you need to take a close look at what you are NOT doing."  That's not to say that you should always be living in constant chaos and never happy.  It means that when you feel God refining you it isn't always comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, help me seek shelter in your abiding love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3595963400358625851?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3595963400358625851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3595963400358625851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3595963400358625851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3595963400358625851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-parents.html' title='Stupid Parents'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6119288509066418938</id><published>2008-11-17T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:44:52.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Prayer Changes Things</title><content type='html'>I know prayer changes things.  I've seen it in my own life and in the lives of others.  I'm in a season now where I need prayer.  I need for God to clear the path in front of me and lay the plans out for me.  I know I can trust him to guide me, but can I trust him with my child?  Ahh, not always so easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, I don't know what lays in store for my precious child, but I know you do.  I know you have the power and authority over him and that you and you alone can change the course of a life.  I love this child with all my heart and I beg of you to show mercy and guidance to him.  Direct his path and keep his heart truly yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6119288509066418938?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6119288509066418938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6119288509066418938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6119288509066418938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6119288509066418938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-changes-things.html' title='Prayer Changes Things'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6462220639997682580</id><published>2008-11-14T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:33:51.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Teenage Years</title><content type='html'>What's the phrase -- the best laid plans . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time my hubby was out tripping, things were not as good at home as I had planned.  Jacob was and still is a typical teenager and well this time I vowed that it would be better.  That I would be better.  NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least last night we cleared the air a little, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers are probably the most exasperating people on earth.  Don't get me wrong I love mine to death even on the iffy days.  You would think since I've done this once before that it would be easier and that I would see some of this stuff coming.  NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is truly uniquely different than his brother.  Zachary was the typical moody teenager, but without much prodding would talk and you'd know what (okay a little of what) was going on inside his head and heart.  Jacob is too much like his father -- very independent, very stubborn and does not open up his head or heart very well at all.  On the other hand he's also very compassionate and loving to those he cherishes.  Zachary is a little less forthcoming with his hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with a teenager hasn't changed though -- it's still like living on the edge.  You never know who or what you're going to get and when and why they'll change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, thank you for allowing me the opportunity to raise these two wonderful people.  Thank you for the joy they bring me and thank you for the sadness and frustration that comes along with it.  I pray especially for Zachary that you would continue to mold his life and that he will become a man of Christlike character.  I pray too for Jacob that as he walks through these tangled teenage years that you would guide him to make godly choices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6462220639997682580?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6462220639997682580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6462220639997682580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6462220639997682580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6462220639997682580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-in-teenage-years.html' title='Living in the Teenage Years'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3791322910105838446</id><published>2008-11-11T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:14:43.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thing . . .</title><content type='html'>Since hubby is out of town I am now in charge of  . . . stuff!  I admit I'm pretty much a kept woman.  I never have to fix stuff or do stuff.  You know most days I lie around on the sofa and eat Milano cookies and watch TV and occassionally take the dog out.  Okay, okay I'm dreaming, but seriously I am having to take care of a few things that usually aren't my domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among his many talents, my hubby is building a garage for a church member.  How is he building a garage while out of town so much?  He doesn't actually build the garage himself he contracts it out -- well with the exception of the footings which he and I did last week.  That's right, I got dirty for money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he left an envelope for me to deliver to the brickmason when he completed the foundation.  Pablo (the brick mason) called me today and wanted to meet to get his money.  I was in Walmart and he said, "How convenient I live near Walmart, I'll be there in 10 minutes.  Meet me in the parking lot by the Goodwill truck."  So, a few minutes later Jacob and I are sitting by the Goodwill truck munching on potato wedges when a Latino man drives up in a truck.  ME:  You Pablo?  HIM:  Yes, very much thank you.  You have money?  ME:  Uhh, yeah (handing him the envelope).  You want to count it?  HIM:  (Looking very suspicious) No, no ma'am, I trust you.  ME:  Okay, I gotta go, have a good day.  JACOB:  It's a good thing he didn't want to count that money, cause I jacked $20 out of that envelope this morning.  ME:  (spitting Pepsi all over the windshield through my nose no less) Please tell me you're kidding.  JACOB:  (cracking up) I can't believe you fell for that.  We laughed all the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3791322910105838446?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3791322910105838446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3791322910105838446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3791322910105838446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3791322910105838446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-thing.html' title='Funny Thing . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6211378572620941156</id><published>2008-11-10T18:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:20:11.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Family . . .</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed. Even with things up in the air, even with the economy in the tank, even with stress and decisions to make -- I am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267168801272548210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SRi-Hjvey3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bbs82Ad9fA0/s400/family+wedding+bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zachary and Candace with Jr. , Me and Jacob &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on their wedding day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(No one would ever believe the change in these two since they got married. They're like totally different people. So much more calmer and satisfied. It's great to see them growing and maturing.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since Jr. is gone out of town so much now, we instituted a family night the night before he leaves. We all get together to eat, laugh and play a game and basically spend an evening enjoying each others' company. Let me say first and foremost we love a good board game, trivia game, you name it and we have always been competitive with each other. It's a good thing that Candi is of the same personality or she wouldn't stand a chance in this bunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267171037020985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SRjAJsjcmeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/R_WSq2RyJSU/s400/boardgames_2024_67186321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great game, loads of fun and hilarious for all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6211378572620941156?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6211378572620941156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6211378572620941156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6211378572620941156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6211378572620941156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-family.html' title='We Are Family . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SRi-Hjvey3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bbs82Ad9fA0/s72-c/family+wedding+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1102830471286583225</id><published>2008-11-01T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:58:28.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home School, Christian School, Online School, Public School</title><content type='html'>Well, that's the big question at our house right now.  Jacob is an 8th grader in our public school system and always has been in public school.  To say that this year is a challenge for him would be putting it mildly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob struggles with LD in reading and writing which has an effect on every subject.  Lately, he's struggling to keep his head above water.  He's always been an A B student and now this year his grades have fallen quite a bit.  The material is harder, he has all men teachers (a first for him). Not that men teachers are not good, but some of them tend to not be as attentive to student needs.  He is on a team that doesn't have as many of his old friends and some of the new friends are not who he needs to be friends with.  His dad is away now and I know that makes a difference in all of our lives.  He got in trouble this past week for aggressive behavior.  According to the asst. principal he had a right to be angry and he was defending himself, but he still knows the rules and they are to remove himself from the situation and tell someone in authority what is going on.  Okay, it's the first time he has ever been in trouble -- and we may very well be overreacting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking about changing his eduation for over a year now, so now it's time to actually do it or not.  Next year he'll be in a totally different high school than most of his friends thanks to the school district reassignment unless we sell our home which we were already thinking of doing because it would allows us to build a smaller home and be almost completely debt free.  Retirement is a good ways away yet -- but we could save alot of money between now and then without a house payment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on subject -- Our oldest son attended Christian school until high school age and we moved into this area and put him in public school.  The first year was tough for him because he wasn't used to the freedom, but he did well.  However, Jacob and Zachary are totally different.  The Homeschool option and the Online school option gives us greater flexibility with our family and we could travel with hubby at least once a month.  That would give Jacob many opportunities and he could still maintain friendships with his friends through youth group. The Christian school option keeps him in a school setting, but he would have to make new friends, we would have to drive him 20 miles both ways every day.  It's an additional expense of tuition and gas to our budget.  Or we leave him where he is.  Of course, Jacob would like to stay where he is because he knows it, it's familiar to him, but is it the place for him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's where we are -- praying, looking at options, praying, checking out materials, praying, interviewing schools, praying, talking with other parents we know who homeschool, praying, and talking with parents who send their kids to Christian schools, praying and praying and praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, you know the plans you have for Jacob.  I pray that you will reveal those plans to us and show us what your perfect will is for his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1102830471286583225?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1102830471286583225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1102830471286583225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1102830471286583225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1102830471286583225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-school-christian-school-online.html' title='Home School, Christian School, Online School, Public School'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6712385555264892502</id><published>2008-10-23T10:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:24:05.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SQCk8daVFnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ROr0OwEh1tk/s1600-h/Jr.+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260385723362907762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SQCk8daVFnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ROr0OwEh1tk/s400/Jr.+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I started to wake up this morning, realizing quickly that you again aren't here, my heart sank to that awful place that I'm desperately trying not to go. Before I could throw the covers back the phone rang. You. Did you just know that this morning I needed to hear your voice before hearing anything else? I quickly switched to my upbeat mood so you wouldn't know how much this is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk to you every couple of hours, I look at the map and I know basically where you are, you tell me about things you see, how people treat you (mostly pretty well), we discuss the house and Jacob and things I need to do and how to do them, but . . . it barely gets me through til the next time we talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew I could love someone so much or that someone could love me like you do. This love, our love is what people pray for and some never get. How lucky we are. How blessed we are. You are everything I dreamed about and still do, my faith in you is bigger than both of us, there is no room for doubt. You are the other half of me and right now half of me is missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I stare at your pictures, I stare at Jacob and see you in his eyes, in the way he walks and in his accent I hear your voice. For now, it has to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6712385555264892502?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6712385555264892502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6712385555264892502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6712385555264892502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6712385555264892502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SQCk8daVFnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ROr0OwEh1tk/s72-c/Jr.+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3908740553630058158</id><published>2008-10-16T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:29:51.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Minutes of Caring</title><content type='html'>Do you know that you can change the world?  Yes, you and me and anyone else who cares just a little -- just five minutes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Saturdays ago (while hubby was on the road) Jacob and I signed up to man our church booth at a local festival.  This year instead of promoting our church, we decided to promote Five Minutes of Caring.  If everyone invested five minutes of their time every day to help someone, to do something nice or say something nice, imagine what a difference it would make in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be affiliated with any religious organization, you don't have to be into the "green", you don't have to have extra money laying around -- you just have to have a willingness to do one nice thing a day.  That's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one idea (so simple and so easy).  Donate your old mismatched socks to an animal shelter, human society, etc.  They can use those old socks to make toys for animals in shelters.  Wow, how hard is that?  Another idea?  Compliment someone.  If you get great service somewhere tell the manager.  It's simple, takes no time at all and doesn't cost you a dime.  Want some more ideas?  Here's a great place to start -- &lt;a href="http://www.coolmomscare.org/"&gt;http://www.coolmomscare.org&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.coolpeoplecare.org/"&gt;http://www.coolpeoplecare.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something nice today for a perfect stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3908740553630058158?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3908740553630058158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3908740553630058158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3908740553630058158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3908740553630058158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/10/five-minutes-of-caring.html' title='Five Minutes of Caring'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1523445781737280258</id><published>2008-10-07T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:06:49.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Places You Go Over and Over and Over Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestnut Grove Middle School (twice a day), Food Lion, the gas station, church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Sends You Email&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daughter-in-law, my sister-in-law and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Places to Eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILI'S, CHILI'S, CHILI'S.  There are probably a couple others, but CHILI'S is it hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Would You Rather Be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides in my hubby's arms -- Jamaica, in my hubby's arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Shows You Watch Over and Over and Over Again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Designing Women, ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Least Favorite Thing to Do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning House.  If I could have one indulgence in this world, it would be a maid.  I hate housework.  I absolutely have to make myself clean every week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1523445781737280258?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1523445781737280258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1523445781737280258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1523445781737280258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1523445781737280258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1476333395180445037</id><published>2008-10-06T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:50:07.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Alone and So Missing Him</title><content type='html'>My sweet, adorable hubby has been on the road since Oct 1st.  He's due back around the 10th.  I cannot wait.  I talk to him several times a day and send him sexy text messages, but it's not the same.  I miss him so desperately.  I try not to cry (especially around Jacob), but sometimes missing the other half of me is so overwhelming I cannot contain it.  Jacob misses him too.  He misses the wrestling and tumbling that they do on the living room floor, he misses working alongside him in the pasture, but mostly I think he just misses him being in the house.  The safety and security we both feel when he's in the house.  You don't realize that feeling until someone is missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This new adventure, this new routine is not easy.  Lord, Jesus help me to understand, help me to accept, help me to get through it.  Keep him safe and bring him home soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1476333395180445037?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1476333395180445037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1476333395180445037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1476333395180445037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1476333395180445037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-alone-and-so-missing-him.html' title='So Alone and So Missing Him'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7321059984638641210</id><published>2008-09-30T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:33:39.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Directly To You</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sat in Sunday School, Wednesday Night Bible Study, Worship Service or anywhere else while the Word of God is being taught and felt every last word being spoken is directed at you and only you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the kind of thing that's been happening to us lately.  For the past few weeks as we've sat in various Bible Studies, we have felt very singled out.  I suppose every one feels the same way at different times, but for us it has been every single time and very clearly stated.  It's funny though neither one of us had talked about it specifically until last night when hubby asked me if there was any one thing in the past few weeks that I felt God saying to me.  We both realized quickly that in the past few weeks God's message has been clear -- risk.  I'm not talking about us being risky, I'm talking about putting yourself on the line.  I don't believe that God expects us to behave or partake in risky behavior, but I do believe that he wants us to put ourselves on the line for him and take a step of faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're not putting ourselves at risk, but we are taking a step of faith.  Our lives, our regular routines and what we've known is about to change.  We're taking off on a different path, trusting God and waiting on his will to be revealed.  We have no clue what he has in store for us -- individually and as a family, but he promises in his word, "I know the plans I have for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray today you hear God speaking to you and that you follow him with great abandon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7321059984638641210?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7321059984638641210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7321059984638641210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7321059984638641210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7321059984638641210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/09/speaking-directly-to-you.html' title='Speaking Directly To You'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-574986277702506777</id><published>2008-09-23T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:06:23.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Season of Trials</title><content type='html'>As I write this post I can look out the upstairs window and see the seasons changing.  Today is dark, breezy and cool.  The leaves have begun to fall and it looks as though the world is shedding, transforming herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too, feel my world is shedding and transforming -- into what remains to be seen.  Many times here I've mentioned things that are stressing me, worrying me, things that I have no control over.  For the past three years our lives have been filled with upheaval and turmoil in many different ways. Some way too painful to write about while others just needed to get out of my head and heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economy has gotten the best of us and we've decided to shut down our construction business.  I think hubby is burnt out on it too.  Owning your own business takes a lot of time, attention, and constant stroking.  Most people think you've got it made -- be your own boss, set your own schedule, and a pool of money to boot.  Those of you who own your own businesses know that sentiment is just so not true.  So, the process has begun and hubby is looking for employment elsewhere.  He has an offer to drive for a service that would allow him some flexibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the madness is Jacob.  My sweet, sweet Jacob.  He's feeling the anxiety of change in more ways than one.  He's at that age where he's struggling between peers and parents, even with himself.  All I can do is reassure him he will be provided for and more than anything that God is in control.  I've realized though that even though God is in control, you still have to let go.  I'm struggling with that myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we believe in God, we believe in his forgiveness, we believe in Christ's sacrifice for us, we still have to let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God help me to let go, help me to turn loose of the reins that I've got wrapped in my hands and let go.  Help me to trust you and not look back.  Help me to take that leap of faith that says it is all in your hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-574986277702506777?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/574986277702506777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=574986277702506777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/574986277702506777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/574986277702506777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/09/season-of-trials.html' title='A Season of Trials'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3799451712069134735</id><published>2008-09-02T09:02:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:10:41.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a weekend it has been. To say I am exhausted is putting it mildly, but everything went beautifully. The happy couple are honeymooning at Cape Hatteras and keeping a watchful eye on Hurricane Hanna. Here's some photos we captured ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Rehearsal and Getting Everyone In Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241416667393569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1AsFPONMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nl8VtzRP52U/s320/Wedding+1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Rehearsal Dinner was held at our home (something Zachary had always wanted to do). We decided to do a luau by the pool and it was so pretty. We managed to eat before it got dark. I wish I had some photos after dark when the torches were lit and all the candles. We played beach and caribbean music and it was a wonderful party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418165365596450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1CDRnlYSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vhsVXdjDQB4/s320/Wedding+1+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's Zachary's cousin, Kenneth, straight from Iraq sitting beside him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418949429313602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1Cw6e8QEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XthlXtFUATo/s320/Wedding+1+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband was up at daylight the day of the wedding making chicken skewers with pineapple for the reception. He is absolutely amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419645712240594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1DZcVuj9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hP7RCXqksl4/s320/Wedding+1+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone forgot about getting a marriage liscense! There was a mad scramble the first of the week to get Candace's birth certificate fedex and get to the courthouse Friday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241421305223488930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1E6CgCpaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DI88ZRnsg0c/s320/Wedding+1+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Shelter at our church all decorated and ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241423502179152962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1G56zFtEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5bp0J2z53G0/s320/Wedding+1+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Reception Table Centerpieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241426404701876466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1Ji3ibsPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AENlpysbNFQ/s320/Wedding+1+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Bride Getting Ready with the Help of Bridesmaid Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241427496762097586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1Kibx4P7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/givaVv0RLbU/s320/Wedding+1+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zachary and Groomsman Jonathan Discuss the Use of Cufflinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241428200248428930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1LLYeFyYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oBNGh1uzzqU/s320/Wedding+1+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jacob Gets a Crash Course in Tying a Tie from Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241429721111025298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1Mj6H_VpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oruxvar4x2A/s320/Wedding+1+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Bridesmaids Bouquets Were Tucked Inside Seashells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241430533085760146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1NTK92ipI/AAAAAAAAAFk/QASaW84z_2A/s320/Wedding+1+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beach Themed Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241432506707399298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1PGDR60oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VgmNoFDxVIA/s400/Wedding+1+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zachary with the Bridesmaids and Flower Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241434062911957602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1Qgol_6mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RfOhgdX1HxI/s320/Wedding+1+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Finally, here we are with the happy couple along with Zachary's father. It was an absolutely beautiful day and the ceremony was sweet and thougtful. I cried, Jacob lost it totally during the unity sand ceremony and both of Zachary's dads shed some tears as well. All in all the past eight months have been at times enough to drive anyone batty, but in the end they were both happy and that's what counts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241436377688013986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1SnXznfKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HuoMzPRH7n0/s400/Wedding+1+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Getaway!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241437226244614610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1TYw7RqdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WgHUACFMzXw/s320/Wedding+1+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Precious Jesus, I pray your hands of protection upon these two lives. I pray you will always be the center of their marriage. I pray you will bless their home and future. Thank you for my Christian friends who helped make this wedding a reality. Thank you for placing such wonderful people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3799451712069134735?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3799451712069134735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3799451712069134735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3799451712069134735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3799451712069134735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-weekend-it-has-been.html' title='Wedding Memories'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SL1AsFPONMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nl8VtzRP52U/s72-c/Wedding+1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-8189240537416577378</id><published>2008-08-15T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:53:44.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>More like many days at the beach!  We took a very much needed family vacation and did absolutely nothing for nine days.  We played on the beach, swam in the pool, rode around the campgrounds on our swanky golf cart that hubby remodeled.  We ate way too much, slept every night like babies, and had a really great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for downtime.  Thank you for allowing us safety in our travels.  Thank you for giving us precious time to do nothing and relax.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are back in the real world it's the final countdown to the wedding.  Only 15 days and there is still so much to be done and in the middle of it all -- school starts.  So, here I am trying to get Jacob ready to go back to school, trying to spend some quality time with him before it starts, trying to get last minute wedding preps done and wishing I were back on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for chaos.  Thank you for being the constant in the midst of chaos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-8189240537416577378?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/8189240537416577378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=8189240537416577378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/8189240537416577378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/8189240537416577378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day at the Beach'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3749769312974583478</id><published>2008-07-29T21:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:54:27.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I and What Am I Looking For?</title><content type='html'>Who am I? Some days I look in the mirror and wonder where did that cute girl go. You know the one who was razor thin and looked good in everything.  The one who had jet black hair (naturally) and not a gray in sight.  Well, she's grown up a bit.  I'm no longer razor thin, but give me an hour and I clean up pretty well.  The hair's lighter to cover the gray, but with that gray comes loads of hindsight and wisdom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I looking for?  I'm looking for a day, one full day, sun up to sundown that is entirely peaceful. I'm looking for a way to make everyone in my house happy and smiling all at the same time. I'm looking for a miracle cure that will make my little furbaby, Shadow, calm and relaxed. I'm looking for the ability to be in more than one place at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that I serve a Saviour who doesn't care who I am and is the answer to what I'm looking for.  More and more every day I become more dependent on Him.  More and more every day I sense His spirit and desire to please Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who am I?  I'm a daughter of the King and what am I looking for?  My father, bursting through the clouds and calling my name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3749769312974583478?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3749769312974583478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3749769312974583478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3749769312974583478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3749769312974583478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-am-i-and-what-am-i-looking-for.html' title='Who Am I and What Am I Looking For?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2901824410075673561</id><published>2008-07-21T12:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:03.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy Business</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we loaded up the camper and moved to Claytor Lake! My mother's extended family has a reunion every year at the lake and it always gives us a chance to catch up with aunts, uncles, cousins from all over the states. My mother's family is huge and we've scattered to every corner of the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, Jacob and his daddy went fishing with my cousin-in-law, Roger, and just after 10 o'clock I got a phone call -- "come quick over to Roger's and bring the camera." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My little fisherman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225500857223543266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SIS1WABO-eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2ls6rTp2Kfg/s400/July+15,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My little fisherman bested them both!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225501833235693394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SIS2Oz8qf1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/LuOMWZj83vM/s400/July+15,+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Jesus, so much to be thankful for.  I praise you for time spent enjoying one another, sweet fellowship, hugs and kisses, old stories told over and over, memories of loved ones gone on, the laughter of children drenching each other in a water balloon fight, the laughter of adults joining in and forgetting their age.  I praise you for the beauty of the weekend and your mercy over each of us.  Help us to remember our true calling -- to be fisher's of men!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2901824410075673561?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2901824410075673561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2901824410075673561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2901824410075673561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2901824410075673561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/07/fishy-business.html' title='Fishy Business'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SIS1WABO-eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2ls6rTp2Kfg/s72-c/July+15,+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7491904676131203598</id><published>2008-07-15T12:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:04.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of Blessings</title><content type='html'>My sister graciously hosted my soon to be daughter-in-law's bridal shower this past Saturday. We had a huge turnout and she received a wonderful selection of gifts. Zachary stopped by near the end and seemed to be very happy. Here's a look at the beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280356185935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SHzRz1C9DTI/AAAAAAAAADc/B6zy-cunZkI/s200/July+15,+2008+002.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280365705371506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SHzR0YgkH3I/AAAAAAAAADk/RC4uOT5M4co/s200/July+15,+2008+011.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280372226557922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SHzR0wzVh-I/AAAAAAAAADs/_sJgifZ2hr0/s200/July+15,+2008+012.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7608170236066956237-7491904676131203598?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7491904676131203598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7491904676131203598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7491904676131203598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7491904676131203598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/07/showers-of-blessings.html' title='Showers of Blessings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SHzRz1C9DTI/AAAAAAAAADc/B6zy-cunZkI/s72-c/July+15,+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2981151877103906353</id><published>2008-07-03T12:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:04.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bang!</title><content type='html'>In the past few years the 4th hasn't exactly turned out as I had planned. Let's see, three years ago we planned a huge family pool party at our home and it rained, rained, rained. Two years ago, we planned a huge family pool party and ended up having to cancel. My mother had eye surgery and we ended up traveling to their home and caring for her. She got very sick on the 4th and ended up in the emergency room all night. Last year, we again planned a huge family pool party and it turned out really great -- for awhile. The weather was great, everyone came and we had lots of fun, but late in the afternoon my baby boy, Jacob, came over and laid down next to me and said he wasn't feeling well. As the evening progressed he felt worse and complained of his stomach hurting. He eventually ended up having emergency surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are again planning the huge family pool party. The weather forecast is for 90's and sunny. Jacob is away this year in Philadelphia. Mommy is goi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SG0JHi8C6LI/AAAAAAAAADM/UIOdDaPryZg/s1600-h/fireworks-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218837568434661554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="109" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SG0JHi8C6LI/AAAAAAAAADM/UIOdDaPryZg/s200/fireworks-thumb.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng to cry most of the day, but maybe, just maybe through my tears I'll get to see fireworks this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2981151877103906353?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2981151877103906353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2981151877103906353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2981151877103906353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2981151877103906353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-bang.html' title='The Big Bang!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SG0JHi8C6LI/AAAAAAAAADM/UIOdDaPryZg/s72-c/fireworks-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5246728228376716997</id><published>2008-07-01T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:17:04.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling at the Heart Strings</title><content type='html'>This blog has become an outlet for my thoughts and feelings about parenting, life and marriage. So many times I've written about my struggles with parenting two boys -- two very different boys both in age and personality. I know very well that no two children are ever the same, but my two boys are so different that I wonder how on earth it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing them both today for two very different reasons. Jacob is away in Philadephia on his first mission trip. He left yesterday at 4 a.m. He texted me on and off most of the way and seemed to be a little homesick and anxious. He called around 11:00 last night and sounded some better. Hubby and I prayed for him and are hoping that today he's busy and feeling better. We haven't heard from him, but they do keep them quite busy, which is a good thing. Jacob is my ever present sidekick in life right now and I miss him tremendously. His personality is a lot like mine -- he's open, mouthy, loud, sweet, compassionate and stronger than me. He has a streak of determination a mile wide and a smile that lights up the world. I pray for Jacob this week &lt;em&gt;"to see his faith with new eyes, to deepen his relationship with his Saviour, to find happiness in helping others, to have fun and make sweet memories."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Zachary for much different reasons. Zachary is right here in the same city as me, but further away than Jacob is physically. Zachary is smart, so smart that he has always amazed me. He's moody and hard to approach. He's has the most amazing blue eyes and sometimes a boyish charm about him. Right now though he is struggling. I've known it for a long time and I'm powerless to do anything about it. No matter what I say or do I can't reach him. I spend hours praying the same prayer, &lt;em&gt;"Lord, protect my child from harm, protect the people around him, help him to see where he's at in his life and reach out to you, bring him to his knees, please, please spare his life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world can pull at our heart strings like our children. Nothing brings more happiness to us or more sadness than a child. The days spent raising them from the moment they are placed in our arms seem so difficult. We often think if I can just get them potty trained, if I can just get them in school, thru school, thru college, married, independent. The truth is we move from phase to phase, but it never really ends. We spend the rest of our lives raising them. We spend the rest of our lives hoping, praying that their lives will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my God is capable. He is capable where I fail, where I cannot reach, where I cannot go, he is capable. My children were loaned to me, but they are God's forever. I trust my Lord to be their parent, I trust my Lord for his will is divine. I trust my Lord to comfort my mother's heart, to wipe away my tears, my fears. My God is capable of anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5246728228376716997?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5246728228376716997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5246728228376716997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5246728228376716997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5246728228376716997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/07/pulling-at-heart-strings.html' title='Pulling at the Heart Strings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1205055649362858357</id><published>2008-06-27T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:20:15.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding to the Clan -- Yet Again</title><content type='html'>We've officially added another member to our ever expanding clan!  My youngest nephew's latest addition arrived this afternoon (one week early).  Little Aniston weighed in at 6 lbs. 11 oz.  My sister has now become granny twice in a month with the arrival of two little girls.  YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for Aniston's safe arrival.  I pray your arms of protection around Aaron, Jamie and big brother Bryson and they become a family of four.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1205055649362858357?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1205055649362858357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1205055649362858357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1205055649362858357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1205055649362858357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/06/adding-to-clan-yet-again.html' title='Adding to the Clan -- Yet Again'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2553242663468595667</id><published>2008-06-25T16:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:43:24.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Blues</title><content type='html'>Summertime is supposed to be long and drawn out.  You spend days on end lounging by the pool and hoping it doesn't rain.  It seems to me that every summer ends up being hurried and frantic.  Every year I say this summer we're going to do nothing for two months and -- it never happens.  Again, this year I had every intention of doing as little as possible and again I feel like I've failed.  I hope to change that (at least a little) in the coming days and maybe, just maybe, by the time Jacob returns from his mission trip things will be under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is excited for this trip and for him and the other part of me (the big, weepy mommy part) is NOT.  I want him to have the experience and he is really excited to go, but it's so far from me.  Eight to ten hours from me.  He's never been that far before.  When we signed up back in January I was all for this trip, now I gotta say it, I'm dreading it just a little.  I could have signed up as a chaperone, but hubby and I talked about it and decided that it would be a great opportunity for Jacob to see his faith as separate from ours -- to take ownership of it and use it.  It sounds great doesn't it?  How come I'm having such second thoughts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord and Saviour, my heavenly Father, give me peace about this trip.  Help Jacob to engage in opportunities to use his faith and to have a great time.  Help me to let go and allow you to be his Father as I should.  Help him to recognize you in those he meets and open himself up to your will for his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2553242663468595667?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2553242663468595667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2553242663468595667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2553242663468595667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2553242663468595667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime-blues.html' title='Summertime Blues'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6308221637778425723</id><published>2008-06-18T22:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:16:25.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Lessons</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder exactly how I am usable by God.  I mean I'm no saint!  I'm not out there in the public working every day.  I'm just a stay at home mom who sometimes can be quite lazy!  So many other people are such blessings to me that I sometimes wonder about my usefulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God has certainly placed opportunities by the boatloads the past couple of weeks.  I'm so thankful that I've been able to spend time with my new grandneice.  She is a really beautiful child and such a sweet, sweet baby.  It's also given me the chance to get to know Treva better and to, I hope, be helpful to her.  She's doing much better and is now able to move around in the house.  I've also been keeping my husband's grandmother this week while his mother is away at the beach on a much earned vacation.  I've really enjoyed spending time with her.  She's a godly woman and we've had some wonderful conversations about how God has been with her over the years and worked in her life.  Since we've been confined at home alot, Jacob and I have spent a great deal of time entertaining each other.  We've done alot of little jobs around the house and played some games, but it's also given me time to just talk to him.  Unfortunately, I haven't seen hubby as much as I'd like and we all know how much I love spending time with him, but I know after this week Jacob will be going on his mission trip and hubby and I will have many evenings to ourselves.  I'm looking forward to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the lessons I've learned the past few days have been about slowing down and listening to people.  Listening to those around me who just need someone to vent to, someone to love them, someone to show them some kindness.  It's all about time and what we do with that time that honors our Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I can't thank you enough for the opportunities you've placed in front of me the past few days.  Thank you for allowing me to give back to those in need.  Thank you for giving me precious time with my son.  Thank you for using me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6308221637778425723?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6308221637778425723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6308221637778425723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6308221637778425723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6308221637778425723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifes-little-lessons.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Lessons'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-9209164924931523841</id><published>2008-06-16T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:04.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool is Finished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We managed to get the last coat of sealer on our pool over the weekend and the new patio furniture put out. It looks so great. We had a fabulous time yesterday (Father's Day) with our family. We grilled steaks (good ole Red) and swam all afternoon. It was nice to spend time with my dad and also watch my husband with our boys. How blessed I am to have two godly men in my life. They are both my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFafWp99BqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xcq67U6DRN4/s1600-h/pool+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212528830299571874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFafWp99BqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xcq67U6DRN4/s320/pool+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFagDj90nrI/AAAAAAAAADE/-i9Mjn5oq2c/s1600-h/June+16,+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212529601782521522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFagDj90nrI/AAAAAAAAADE/-i9Mjn5oq2c/s320/June+16,+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7608170236066956237-9209164924931523841?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/9209164924931523841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=9209164924931523841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/9209164924931523841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/9209164924931523841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='The Pool is Finished!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFafWp99BqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xcq67U6DRN4/s72-c/pool+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7259839068675498074</id><published>2008-06-11T13:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:05.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFARVnnMXbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55HRlZq5WMM/s1600-h/June+9,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210683831975959986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFARVnnMXbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55HRlZq5WMM/s320/June+9,+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we have officially added to our clan. My sister's oldest son and his wife finally, finally had their baby girl Monday morning. She's a whopper! Nine pounds, 11 ounces. She's a real beauty and such a delicious, sweet thing. Welcome home Reagan Leigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, mommy is not doing well and is having to stay in the hospital. It seems that during childbirth her pelvis was cracked. How dreadfully painful. Right now the hospital is working with them to keep little Reagan in the room with her mommy and everyone is taking turns staying so mommy and baby are not separated. Since the baby has been officially discharged the nursing staff cannot assist in taking care of her in any way. So, someone has to be with Treva at all times since she cannot walk. They are giving her some therapy and teaching her how to move about using a walker and cane. It's going to be a little difficult for awhile, but little Reagan is healthy and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We thank you and praise you Lord for bringing little Reagan into our lives. Jesus, more than anything we just pray for your healing hands to be upon Treva. Lord, we pray that you will be with Scott as he tries to be nurse, daddy, husband and provider during this time. As each of us step up to help out, help us to remember to be considerate and compassionate. We ask that you keep them in the palm of your hand and bring them all home soon.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7259839068675498074?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7259839068675498074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7259839068675498074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7259839068675498074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7259839068675498074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-baby-blessings.html' title='Sweet Baby Blessings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SFARVnnMXbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/55HRlZq5WMM/s72-c/June+9,+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-9012860178553859046</id><published>2008-05-30T14:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:05.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>Since decorative concrete is something we do, we finally decided to do some decorative concrete at our house. Finally! For the past couple of weeks we've been working on our garage. It had a few cracks and had really become quite an eyesore. So, we decided to colorflake it. It turned out really pretty. Jacob and I painted the block. (If you click on the photos you can see the colorflake better. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SEBECjdpQnI/AAAAAAAAACk/_40f7wh7iYk/s1600-h/May+30+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206235979910300274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SEBECjdpQnI/AAAAAAAAACk/_40f7wh7iYk/s200/May+30+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SEBEDjdpQoI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wk7SwAs3jEk/s1600-h/May+30+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206235997090169474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SEBEDjdpQoI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wk7SwAs3jEk/s200/May+30+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby is so talented! Next up is the pool, the front stoop and sidewalks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-9012860178553859046?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/9012860178553859046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=9012860178553859046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/9012860178553859046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/9012860178553859046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SEBECjdpQnI/AAAAAAAAACk/_40f7wh7iYk/s72-c/May+30+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5095834636608577829</id><published>2008-05-27T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:57:52.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>I am always amazed at how God works in our lives.  For the past couple of years we've been searching, waiting and praying for God to reveal some direction in our business life.  Ten years ago we started Crown Concrete Construction &lt;a href="http://www.crownconcreteconstruction.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.crownconcreteconstruction.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt; with our brother-in-law and a friend.  God blessed and the company has been prosperous, but as is the case when more than one person is involved, each has their own ideas.  While our two partners are wonderful guys and even more wonderful friends, they have never been interested in the business side.  So, it's time to part ways.  In the coming weeks we will be buying our two partners out and restructuring the company.  As always we asked God for a neon sign and he provided it.  We were certain that the sign would be for us to sell (maybe even hoping), but he has revealed to us this is the right path for us at this time.  The great thing is that there are no hard feelings between family and friends.  Isn't God awesome!  Life is about to change as I'll be working more for hubby and helping him as much as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, your wisdom, guidance and will is our ultimate goal.  Keep us in the palm of your hand, guide us daily, hourly and never let us lose sight of your son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5095834636608577829?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5095834636608577829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5095834636608577829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5095834636608577829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5095834636608577829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4672052870286411315</id><published>2008-05-20T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:50:54.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Stress, Home Stress, Business Stress, Everywhere You Look . . . Stress</title><content type='html'>To say that life is busy here would be an understatement.  EOG's are this week and that always brings a tremendous amount of stress into our home.  This year, thankfully, Jacob seems a little calmer.  I hope he does well.  Adding to the school stress is the Board of Education wanting to redistrict the high school lines which would affect Jacob.  None of us are crazy about the idea of moving him into a different high school district.  I can understand the over population problem in our current school, but to move kids this late in the game is extremely detrimental to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that we've been approached about selling our business.  For some time we've been praying earnestly about God's will for our lives and feeling that we're being called to move in other directions.  We've worked and built this business from the ground up and always intended one day for our children to run it.  Case in point -- we intended.  So, here we are -- praying, searching and praying some more for our eyes and hearts to be opened to God's will and way for us.  At this moment we are completely unsure of our next steps, but we are willing to go where he wants us and do what he places before us.  Those of you who read this please commit us to your prayers.  Simply pray for God's will in our lives to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is stressed beyond comprehension right now -- wedding, school, business, life in general -- and yet I feel a sense of peace inside.  I know that whatever storms blow into our lives, God is and always will be there to direct our paths.  It sounds so easy to follow God and in reality it is one of the hardest things we do.  Mostly because sometimes God asks us to step out of our comfort zone and into the fire.  Sometimes, he asks us to do things we don't want to do -- help someone we don't want to help, move somewhere we don't want to go and so on.  When we fail to follow him we miss the sweetest rewards and blessings.  My desire is to not miss a moment of the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet, sweet Jesus -- give us the wisdom and discernment to know without a doubt your true and perfect will for our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4672052870286411315?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4672052870286411315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4672052870286411315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4672052870286411315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4672052870286411315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/05/school-stress-home-stress-business.html' title='School Stress, Home Stress, Business Stress, Everywhere You Look . . . Stress'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4807795566913486612</id><published>2008-05-07T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:28:32.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad to finally see warmer weather here to stay.  We've been working around the house and this morning I cleaned the nasty garage out and started getting the floor ready for hubby to colorflake.  After that we're going to stamp the pool deck.  School is down to the last weeks (thank goodness) and summer is on the way!  The wedding is getting closer and there's still so much to do.  Life is busy and full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby got our baby cradle out of the attic at the office and I cleaned it up this morning as well.  It still looks pretty good.  Even the bedding looks good.  My sister's oldest son and his bride of a year are expecting in a couple of weeks.  They already know it's a girl and so this afternoon I'm going to take the cradle over for her to use.  This cradle is special.  I bought this cradle in a yard sale before my oldest son was even conceived thinking maybe someday.  Well, both my boys have slept in it, all of my sister's grandchildren so far have slept in it and someday, hopefully, my grandchildren will sleep in it.  It was old when I bought it 23 plus years ago.  It actually swings back and forth.  I can remember when Jacob was sleeping in it by our bed and my husband (in his sleep) would reach out and push it to keep it moving!  What sweet memories came rushing back to me as I cleaned it up this morning.  What I wouldn't give to go back in time and hold my baby boys one more time, to smell that sweet baby smell, to snuggle them up against my heart.  Yeah, you can tell I've got a brand new teenager and one about to get married!  At least soon I'll have a little one to snuggle and not have to be the one up in the middle of the night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for new life.  How precious it really is.  Watch over Scott and Treva and bless them with a healthy baby girl.  Thank you for sweet memories and beautiful traditions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4807795566913486612?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4807795566913486612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4807795566913486612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4807795566913486612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4807795566913486612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5609712793955924237</id><published>2008-04-30T18:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:04:06.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for Hubby</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy! My husband is an absolute gem of a guy. I know I've bragged on him before, but he is really the best husband in the world. So, when he asked if I could help him out this week at work I immediately said yes. The more time I get to spend with him the happier I am. My husband owns a small concrete construction company. Remember that really huge job the Lord blessed us with back in January? Well, the job is almost complete and down to the cleaning up stages. I've been helping with that -- cleaning up the jobsite (which is huge), helping him parge the walls (not something you ever want to do because it involves getting very, very dirty). I've worked the past two days and plan to work again on Friday.  I'm not complaining because the Lord really blessed us with this job, just pray that I'm able to remain upright!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank you for your many blessings.  Give me strength to finish this task.  Thank you for the opportunity to work alongside my husband.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5609712793955924237?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5609712793955924237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5609712793955924237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5609712793955924237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5609712793955924237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/04/working-for-hubby.html' title='Working for Hubby'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2725722474987914542</id><published>2008-04-21T09:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:06.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagement Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyVcfueBuI/AAAAAAAAACc/C2E0eEig_aI/s1600-h/012+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191688787236620002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyVcfueBuI/AAAAAAAAACc/C2E0eEig_aI/s320/012+cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7608170236066956237-2725722474987914542?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2725722474987914542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2725722474987914542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2725722474987914542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2725722474987914542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/04/engagement-photo.html' title='The Engagement Photo'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyVcfueBuI/AAAAAAAAACc/C2E0eEig_aI/s72-c/012+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6851233680458034883</id><published>2008-04-21T08:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:06.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyUe_ueBsI/AAAAAAAAACM/zfdGQfLemxU/s1600-h/13th+Birthday+Photos+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191687730674665154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyUe_ueBsI/AAAAAAAAACM/zfdGQfLemxU/s200/13th+Birthday+Photos+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can hardly believe my little "booger butt" is turning 13 this week. What an absolute joy this child has been in my life. We've partied up a storm all weekend. We've probably overdone it, but heck 13 is a milestone. Friday night we had a wonderful time midnight bowling with Jacob and his cousin and Zach and Candi. It was a lot of fun to just relax with our family and laugh. Saturday Jacob and Brandon hung out all day and played while Zach and Candi and I worked on wedding stuff. Sunday we had everyone over for ice cream and cake and the house was packed full. Kids everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for such a wonderful weekend of family, fun and fellowship. Thank you for two amazing boys. Thank you for the joy and fulfillment they bring us. Thank yo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyTvvueBrI/AAAAAAAAACE/h5pqBuqSnu4/s1600-h/012+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u for extended family. Looking around the room yesterday it was such a blessing to see each and every face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6851233680458034883?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6851233680458034883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6851233680458034883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6851233680458034883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6851233680458034883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthdays-and-family.html' title='Birthdays and Family'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/SAyUe_ueBsI/AAAAAAAAACM/zfdGQfLemxU/s72-c/13th+Birthday+Photos+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-409088391589677134</id><published>2008-04-15T14:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:57:48.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Slow the Wheel Down So I Can Get On!</title><content type='html'>Getting behind is what happens when you spend the last two weeks in bed.  I had no idea that my little dental surgery would cause so much trouble.  Once my mouth did begin to feel better, I was blessed with one of those horrible, horrible migraines that stays for days on end.  I am now better and trying desperately to get caught up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding plans are now moving at a faster pace.  The gown has arrived and is safely tucked away in our closet.  There are so many things to do.  The most important thing right now is that the relationship between us and our son has improved.  He's made an effort and so have we.  There is still an underlying tension with her family, but God is able! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the wedding planning, I'm also trying to plan something for Jacob's 13th birthday.  I can't believe he is turning 13 already.  Jacob is such a sweet, wonderful child.  He's given me such joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upstairs air conditioner stopped working yet again!  The system is only six years old and we have spent a fortune on it.  I truly believe it was a lemon from the beginning.  I've been discussing the situation with the dealer and manufacturer this week and hoping to get a reasonable solution.  We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend, Ricardo, from Honduras is in town for the next month.  It will be good to see him and spend some time with him.  There is a list of items on my to do list and not enough time in the day.  Like now, it's time to get Jacob and swing by the orthodontist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, thank you for the blessings, for the answered prayers.  Thank you for mended relationships and sweet, sweet friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-409088391589677134?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/409088391589677134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=409088391589677134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/409088391589677134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/409088391589677134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/04/somebody-slow-wheel-down-so-i-can-get.html' title='Somebody Slow the Wheel Down So I Can Get On!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2583963886262402395</id><published>2008-04-09T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:07:41.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>This morning is the first morning that I have felt better.  Thank you Jesus!  I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I'm going to see my regular dentist this morning and make sure everything looks okay.  I'm still having alot of pain and my teeth are extremely sensitive, but it is better than it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get back into the swing of things as many projects are now piling up.  The wedding planning is moving along, but there is still a bunch to be done.  Jacob's 13th birthday is this month and I've gotta get an idea for his gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've spent several days confined to the house and feeling pretty lousy, I still thank God for those days.  Those are the days that the Lord has our undivided attention.  Sometimes I think he puts us on our backs just so we have to look up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2583963886262402395?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2583963886262402395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2583963886262402395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2583963886262402395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2583963886262402395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7287480397672320497</id><published>2008-04-07T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:59:36.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Yucky!</title><content type='html'>While we were at the beach I cracked a tooth and had it surgically removed last week.  That's the way us wimps get a tooth pulled.  It costs so much more, but for me it is totally worth it.  It was beginning to hurt so I was glad to get it done.  Unfortunately, I've been in more pain since having the tooth removed.  So, today I'm going back to the surgeon to see if something is wrong or if something else is now going on.  I've practically gone through a bottle of pain pills over the weekend.  Nausea has set it now and I am really feeling yucky.  On top of that guess what time of the month it is?  I am so lucky right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, I just ask that your hands of healing and comfort be on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7287480397672320497?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7287480397672320497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7287480397672320497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7287480397672320497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7287480397672320497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-yucky.html' title='Feeling Yucky!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5540665368685764030</id><published>2008-03-19T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:44:26.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Weddings</title><content type='html'>In the past couple of weeks I have learned to accept that my little boy is getting married.  We've even managed to begin working toward a new relationship.  So, with that said -- the wedding planning and shopping has begun.  Last weekend Candace, her mother, Sara (one of the bridesmaids) Terri (my sweet, sweet friend) and I spent the day shopping for the reception tables.  Several hours later -- SUCCESS.  We found beautifully tinted hurricane vases and ivory candles to go inside.  I have to say they are gorgeous.  These will be handed off to my very dear friends (Clint and Darshan) to create the table centerpieces.  Finally, something is checked off my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking a break from weddings, jobs, housework, etc. for a few days.  We're loading up the camper and heading to the beach!  YEAH!  I can't wait.  Five days of uninterrupted time with two of my favorite people.  Thank you Jesus!  Of course, the dog's going too -- nothing's perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5540665368685764030?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5540665368685764030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5540665368685764030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5540665368685764030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5540665368685764030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreaming-of-weddings.html' title='Dreaming of Weddings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6340316376223799060</id><published>2008-03-12T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:11:28.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Wow, I was scrolling back through this blog and thinking "man, I really need to lighten up!"  I realize for all the little prayers I've prayed, I'm still not trusting God's will for my life.  I'm obsessing over everything and holding on to it like it was gold.  The truth is for the past 2 to 2 1/2 years our lives have been in constant turmoil and struggle.  Why?  What is it that God's trying to teach us?  I keep asking this question and saying it can't just be about trust -- it has to be something more major, but maybe that is exactly what it's all about.  Trusting someone you can't physically see or touch is mind blowing, allowing them complete control over your life is almost unfathomable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about people who get caught up in cults and follow these zealous leaders to their death?  They have mind blowing trust -- even though it's misplaced -- it's still mind blowing trust.  So why is it that I can't seem to let go of the reins?  I can look back over my life and I can pinpoint places where God has provided in amazing and miraculous ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1989 I had a 3 year old child and a husband who left.  Just walked out the door and said, "I don't love you anymore and I don't want to be a husband and father right now."  Granted our relationship had never been stable, but we were still married and connected.  So, here I was a very young mother, with a small child and completely on my own.  Then a short time later (on Zach's 4th birthday) a tornado struck the mobile home we were living in (while we were home) and totally destroyed it.  We were very blessed to only have cuts and bruises, but we lost everything we had -- clothes, toys, everything.  The only thing we walked away with were the clothes we had on and Zachary's beloved "blankie" which he never put down except to take a bath, and our lives.  In the span of a few weeks I lost my family, my home and my possessions.  It was a horrible time in my life and I never thought I would recover.  I remember telling a Christian counselor I was seeing at the time that I just wanted my life back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine having that life back now.  You see God provided what was best for me.  He spared my life and the life of my child, he got me out of a mobile home I couldn't afford to pay for, he reconnected me with my immediate family, and then eventually he gave me a new family -- a wonderful husband and another son, he also gave me a brand new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see that 19 years ago.  I want to see it today!  I want to trust him with my life.  I want every fiber of me to let go and let God.  Even when the answer is NO, even when he shuts the door on my pursuits, even when my heart is breaking into a million pieces, I want to trust him completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's still heavy stuff, but my heart's a little lighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6340316376223799060?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6340316376223799060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6340316376223799060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6340316376223799060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6340316376223799060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/03/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2162810238168601838</id><published>2008-03-06T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:50:39.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras Missions</title><content type='html'>If you ever think of supporting a mission organization, please consider this one.  &lt;a href="http://www.mercyandgraceministries.org/"&gt;http://www.mercyandgraceministries.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have been to Honduras several times.  The people there are some of the most faithful you'll ever find.  Our friend, Ricardo, is the team leader of Mercy and Grace Ministries there.  We met Ricardo back in 2002 and he has become a treasured family friend.  Ricardo will be in the US the latter part of April to the first of May to speak in churces, organizations (anywhere the Lord leads) about the ongoing ministry in Honduras and how you can be a part of it.  If you get the opportunity to hear this man's powerful testimony -- GO!  I can assure you you will be amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2162810238168601838?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2162810238168601838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2162810238168601838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2162810238168601838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2162810238168601838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/03/honduras-missions.html' title='Honduras Missions'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7858802192709291011</id><published>2008-03-05T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:43:58.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of trauma for my sweet, young son.  After completing the writing test with a prompt he felt pretty good about -- he and two of his buds were taking the trash out for their teacher.  The two buds started horseplaying and one thing led to another and ended with one of them getting their finger severed.  How my child was not involved in the actual accident is just one of life's little miracles.  Normally, he would be in the thick of it, but this time he said he just fell back and started walking back to the school building.  Some might say a stroke of luck, but I say the Holy Spririt held him back.  By the time he got to the door everything was covered in blood.  He had the presence of mind to keep the blood off of him, but to also get the boy to stop moving and his hand on the pressure point to slow the flow of blood and started screaming for help.  (Apparently Jacob is paying attention in science class!)  The paramedics were there quite quickly and rushed his friend to the hospital.  I talked with the father this morning and they were able to reattach his finger.  There is still the possibility he could loose it, but right now everything looks good.  Unfortunately his other friend was suspended pending a full investigation.  How sad for all involved that simple child's play ended so tragically.  Of course, it presents opportunities for all to learn lessons and for parents to talk with their children about wise choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like my little baby has had a rough go of it lately.  It reminds me as a parent that you can't protect them all the time.  You can't put bubbles around them.  You have to entrust them to God.  After all they are only on loan to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, help me to be a good parent.  Help me to guide Jacob in your promises.  Give me the right words to encourage him and to comfort him.  Lord, I pray your presence over his two friends and their families.  I pray for your comfort and healing both physically and emotionally for all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7858802192709291011?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7858802192709291011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7858802192709291011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7858802192709291011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7858802192709291011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/03/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4761917021344758971</id><published>2008-03-03T11:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:41:26.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writing Test</title><content type='html'>It's an anxious time at our house right now.  The State Writing Test (mandatory for 4th, 7th and 10th graders) is tomorrow.  My beautiful and normally laid back child's anxiety level is through the roof right now.  Jacob is required to pass this stupid test since he is a 7th grader.  He's been practicing quite a bit and even took some tutoring classes, but since his learning disability incorporates reading and writing this test is extremely difficult for him.   We are praying earnestly that he will be able to complete this test and receive a passing score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a speech by Hillary Clinton this past Saturday.  Normally I do not listen to campaign speeches.  I truly detest politics, but I was doing some things in my kitchen and had the TV tuned to Fox News.  She was campaigning in Texas, I believe.  Anyways she started talking about education and what she wanted to do if elected.  What caught my attention was the No Child Left Behind remarks.  Her intentions are to dismantle this absurdly ridiculous program.  She needn't say more.  She's got my vote.  I think the NCLB program is the most damaging program in our educational system.  I don't disagree that our children  and schools need safeguards in place to make sure we are educating them, but this program doesn't do that.  What it does do is increase stress levels on kids, teachers, and parents to epic proportions.  Every spring I watch my child experience various degrees of meltdowns (and I know for fact that he is not the only one) in order to survive testing season.  If your child is in a gateway year, they learn basically nothing, but how to take a test that entire school year.  Our educators are pushed to the limit in order to meet the lofty goals set up by the state.   I have no idea what her other ideas are -- universal healthcare, college tuitions, foreign policies -- who knows?  All I heard is what I've been waiting to hear for years -- someone finally willing to change something I personally care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I so pray for calm heads to prevail in order for Jacob to pass this test.  I pray for his ability to concentrate and his ability to get his thoughts onto the paper.  And, I pray that as in the past he will be able to say -- Jesus take the pencil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4761917021344758971?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4761917021344758971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4761917021344758971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4761917021344758971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4761917021344758971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/03/writing-test.html' title='The Writing Test'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-8614159662655960451</id><published>2008-02-28T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:37:15.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Update</title><content type='html'>To say I'm a little frustrated is completely true!  I've lost 14 pounds since starting my new healthy eating lifestyle.  (I hate calling it a diet.)  That's 2 pounds less than my goal for the month.  I suppose that's not exactly bad since January was a stellar month, but of course I'm dwelling on the 2 pounds instead of the 14.  Figures.  My clothes are definitely much looser and I am now wearing size 8 jeans.  YEAH!!!  I've got a ways to go yet and I am committed.  I heard a great tip the other day (from the actress Valerie Bertinelli) add weights when walking.  She had this neat vest that you could add weights to.  Apparently it tricks the body into thinking you are heavier and it burns more calories.  So, since I'm at one of those plateaus I'm going to add some weights and see what happens.  Another tip I heard -- change your eating times.  If you eat your heaviest meal in the evening, change it up.  I'm willing to try it and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank you for my victories.  Continue to encourage me in my weaknesses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-8614159662655960451?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/8614159662655960451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=8614159662655960451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/8614159662655960451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/8614159662655960451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/weight-loss-update.html' title='Weight Loss Update'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5807383809655610197</id><published>2008-02-27T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:10:24.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Hah Moments</title><content type='html'>God has a way of speaking to us at the most unpredictable times.  When that happens don't you just feel special?  Sometimes, we forget that God is right there sitting next to us by the computer, watching TV, eating supper, driving down the road.  We forget that we can just talk up a storm and he listens to every word.  He knows every thought, every choice long before we make it.  He also knows our hearts the good and the bad.  He knows when we hurt and put on a brave face, he knows when we are exhausted and have nothing else to give.  I imagine sometimes during this difficult time with my son, that when I've buried my face in my pillow sobbing that he's lying next to me with his arms of love wrapped tightly around me and whispering softly in my ear, "all will be well my child, trust me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our a-hah moment came Saturday night watching a movie.  Jacob had asked for some time to rent Evan Almighty.  We had watched Bruce Almighty and while it has a feel good story and plot some of the scenes were just a little tasteless, so I was leary of the sequel.  But, my parents had went to spend Saturday night with my sister and hubby suggested we go to the video store and we came home with the movie.  First of all, it's a really good movie and the story is fabulous.  When Evan is finally talking with God he asks the question we all ask -- why me?  In that reply came this precious jewel -- "when people pray for patience, I don't just make them patient, I give them opportunities to be patient, and when families pray for love, I don't just make them suddenly lovey-dovey, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(here it is . . . )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I give them opportunites to love each other."  I can't begin to tell you how that line affected the three of us.  All three of us (hubby, me and youngest son) got it at the same time and the tears began to flow.  Alot of things became clear to each of us.  We each realized that during this time we've not been faultless, we've made mistakes and mishandled things as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that everything is hunky dorie with Zachary and Candace right now, but I can say that on this end and in this home things and feelings have changed.  Instead of praying God fix them, we are now praying God fix us and give us opportunities to love.  That doesn't mean you give them everything they ask for, it means you love them like they've never been loved before.  You love them like Jesus loves us -- wholly, completely and passionately.  Hallelujah, thank you Jesus, and pass the popcorn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5807383809655610197?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5807383809655610197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5807383809655610197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5807383809655610197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5807383809655610197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/hah-moments.html' title='A-Hah Moments'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-8791661345182406768</id><published>2008-02-21T07:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:32:45.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents and Grandparents</title><content type='html'>The parents are coming to visit.  Jacob is always excited to see his "Mommaw and Poppaw."  Of course like any grandchild he knows that once they are on the premises he gets away with murder.  Grandparents amaze me.  As parents everything was a no, do your homework, go clean your room and you (missy) are grounded, but as grandparents everything is yes, he can do it later, he's just a kid and don't be so uptight (missy).  I suppose that's why grandparents are so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always crazy about my maternal grandparents.  My grandmother actually had a beer joint/dance hall/boarding house and during the day it was so much fun to explore.  At night all of us grandkids were sent to the living quarters and not allowed downstairs, but we always found a way to spy on the adults.  Eventually my grandmother gave up the business and my mother cared for her during her later years.  She died on my 32nd birthday.  Her name was Daisy.  My grandfather was a coal miner and a pretty strict man with everyone except me.  I'll bet all of his grandchildren would say the same thing about him.  He died when I was 10 and I remember my mother was heartbroken.  I remember my father picking my mother up and carrying her to their room.  I remember standing in the doorway and watching my father hold my mother as she sobbed and whispering softly in her ear words that were only for her.  What love.  I never knew my paternal grandparents.  My paternal grandfather, Jecco, came from Bulgaria to the US in 1914 and won my grandmother, who was a Cherokee Indian, in a poker game.  Jecco spoke nine languages, but English was not one of them.  My father says this is where my gypsy spirit comes from.  My need to explore and travel and my ability to pick up and move on a dime.  I wish I had had the opportunity to meet them both.  What characters they must've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that my children have had the oppotunities to know their grandparents.  I am especially thankful that my own parents are still with me and that they are godly parents.  Every time I hear my father pray, even if it's only the blessing before a meal, I realize I am blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm looking forward to a good weekend filled with family fun, lots of laughter and a generous helping of love and of course, the usual family drama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-8791661345182406768?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/8791661345182406768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=8791661345182406768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/8791661345182406768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/8791661345182406768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/parents-and-grandparents.html' title='Parents and Grandparents'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-7586535695555327618</id><published>2008-02-18T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:24:00.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much About Nothing</title><content type='html'>I've lost 13 pounds so far and for the past week have been pretty much holding steady.  I guess I've got my work cut out for me this week -- meaning I'm going to have to up the exercise routine.  I'm so darn lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the weekend working around the house (cutting back plants and cleaning).  We did manage to go look for a new sofa sectional and finally found one we could both agree on.  We love our old sectional.  It's in our family room and we love nothing better than piling up on it and watching a good movie.  Our youngest son is in the youth group at church and teens love to pile up on it too.  So, I hope our new sectional brings us as much joy as the old one has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and his brother are still not talking, but I have had a couple of conversations with Zachary.  God is working and I'm doing my best to wait upon the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been battling a migraine for several days now and I think it is about to win.  The dog is challenging my patience and I have no ideas for supper tonight.  I can definitely tell it's Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, give me the patience to wait upon you and your timing, give me patience with my family and even the silly dog.  Thank you for lifting me up when I'm down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-7586535695555327618?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/7586535695555327618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=7586535695555327618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7586535695555327618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/7586535695555327618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/much-about-nothing.html' title='Much About Nothing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5752926511805964298</id><published>2008-02-13T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:07.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversaries'/><title type='text'>Love Is In the Air . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R7MSMS-UYBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rm2Z667tkNo/s1600-h/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166493199985041426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="262" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R7MSMS-UYBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rm2Z667tkNo/s320/valentine.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's Day -- one of my most favorite holidays. I remember being in grade school and getting those sweet, little valentines. What a wonderful feeling! Okay, okay I am a hopeless romantic. It's a good thing I married one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be our 16th wedding anniversary. We got married in a little chapel (I was working for a church at the time.) with all our close friends and family. My then six-year-old son, Zachary, walked me down the aisle and stood beside us while we took our vows. After we said our vows, my sweet husband turned to Zachary and pledged his love to him, told him he could never replace his father, but he would always take care of him and would always treat him as his own. What woman doesn't go weak in the knees watching her man with her child? He has always held true to that pledge too. Even after Jacob was born he's never showed a difference in them. Even now, with things as strained as they are, he continues to support both of them. What a lucky woman I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Lord Jesus thank you for my blessings. Thank you for placing the most loving man in my life. Thank you for the difficulties we've faced both in the past and even now, because they have made us more dependent on you. Most importantly, thank you Jesus for being my ultimate valentine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5752926511805964298?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5752926511805964298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5752926511805964298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5752926511805964298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5752926511805964298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In the Air . . .'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R7MSMS-UYBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Rm2Z667tkNo/s72-c/valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-873396358151205442</id><published>2008-02-11T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T08:49:23.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends . . . One of God's Greatest Blessings</title><content type='html'>I'm so blessed to have such wonderful Christian friends.  God has placed such dear, sweet friends in our path and knowing they are our prayer warriors during this difficult time with Zachary is such a comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the opportunity to be a friend -- be it.  You never know when an encouraging word will boost someone's spirits.  Most of the time people just need to know that someone else has been where they are, that someone else understands and will take the time to pray on their behalf.  What a wonderful gift.  It doesn't cost you a dime -- just a moment of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for the sweet friendships in my life.  Help me to recognize when others are in need and show me opportunities when I can be the friend.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has certainly been at work in our business life as well.  My husband owns a construction company and with the economy strained work has been slow.  He's been working on a commerical bid and Friday we got the news that we landed the contract.  It's a large job and will keep our crews busy for the next couple of months or maybe more.  (They've actually added some work to the original bid!)  What an awesome God we serve.  In the past 10 years that we've been in business he has always supplied our need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I just praise you for knowing exactly what we need and when we need it.  I praise you for the joy and hope in our lives through the good and the bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-873396358151205442?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/873396358151205442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=873396358151205442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/873396358151205442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/873396358151205442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/friends-one-of-gods-greatest-blessings.html' title='Friends . . . One of God&apos;s Greatest Blessings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-613612107706041878</id><published>2008-02-08T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:45:30.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter and Lighter</title><content type='html'>I'm 13 pounds lighter today.  I have a confession though -- I absolutely hate that spinning cycle.  You burn calories faster than the treadmill, but it hurts my tush and wears me out.  I'm committed to using it, but I don't have to like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Jesus for the weight loss (slow moving as it is) and for the stamina to keep at it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is finally eating a little better.  I'm very proud of him so far he's taking very good care of his braces and brushing after meals.  Yesterday he said, "I have to get in line after lunch at school for the bathroom sink.  There are five of us cleaning braces!"  At least they are actually cleaning them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Jacob and his brother are still on the outs.  I have spoken to Zachary and I truly believe that he has lost his mind or at least the rational part of it.  Someone came to me yesterday and told me that if he doesn't stop calling Candace at work they are going to fire her.  This would be the second job she's lost because of phone issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I plead with you to intervene in this relationship.  I pray for your protection to surround my son.  I pray for mercy on his behalf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-613612107706041878?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/613612107706041878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=613612107706041878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/613612107706041878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/613612107706041878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/lighter-and-lighter.html' title='Lighter and Lighter'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2762260081126362639</id><published>2008-02-05T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:20:46.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces, Cows and Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>Another weigh in day.  Another pound down.  I hate the slow moving scale, but at least it is moving.  YEAH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Jacob got his braces yesterday and is miserable.  I remember how sore my mouth was years ago and I feel for him.  Nowadays they put colored bands in their mouth (if they want) so he chose carolina blue and white.  One of his best friends since elementary school was in the chair next to him and got his braces on as well.  That was kinda neat and made the experience a little less anxious for both of them.  I loaded him up on Motrin this morning so hopefully it will last through the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got a new calf to replace ole Red.  He's a black angus and just as cute as can be.  Since Jacob was getting his braces on this week, Hubby grilled some steaks Sunday and they were soooo tender and delicious.  Yes, it was Red!  I only had a small piece since I'm watching what I eat, but it was good.  Yes, I know this was the same cow I was crying over a few weeks ago, but this is the reason we have them.  I just have to stay away from the calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off today to get my nails done and a little bit of pampering.  We all need that every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord help me to be joyful and thankful for all that I have.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2762260081126362639?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2762260081126362639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2762260081126362639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2762260081126362639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2762260081126362639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/02/braces-cows-and-weight-loss.html' title='Braces, Cows and Weight Loss'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1624507707061857717</id><published>2008-01-31T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:07.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Poundage Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R6HV2KG80RI/AAAAAAAAABs/0q89nYK3mF8/s1600-h/Diet+Progress+2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161641774346457362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R6HV2KG80RI/AAAAAAAAABs/0q89nYK3mF8/s320/Diet+Progress+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is the last day of January and I've done fairly well for my first month not dieting, but eating healthy. I've lost 10.5 pounds and a few inches. We added a spinning cycle last weekend to our exercise room. (We could open a gym at this point and charge for memberships!) At least we are using the equipment. One night I spin and the next night I treadmill and every night I do the ab thingy. It's actually been kinda nice because it gives hubby and I 45 minutes together in the same room and we've taken advantage of that time to discuss household stuff, parenting stuff, etc. which makes the time fly by. I'm sleeping better (thank goodness) and a little more energetic. YEAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the orthodontist yesterday and Jacob will have his braces put on Monday. I think he's a little anxious about it, but fortunately several students in the 7th grade class have had them put on here recently. They're all going to the same ortho too! Ka-Ching! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dog is off to the groomer today and both Jacob and I have hair appointments this afternoon. I guess we'll all have new dos tonight. The dog really needs it -- she is really shaggy. Of course her anxiety level will rise to epic proportions and she'll pout and hide most of the evening. She is definitely in the right house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1624507707061857717?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1624507707061857717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1624507707061857717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1624507707061857717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1624507707061857717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/poundage-lost.html' title='Poundage Lost'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R6HV2KG80RI/AAAAAAAAABs/0q89nYK3mF8/s72-c/Diet+Progress+2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-5177255382262115367</id><published>2008-01-23T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:34:32.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy and His Dog</title><content type='html'>I've come to the conclusion that it is true about a boy and his dog.  They are best friends and inseparable.  Our dog, Shadow, drives me nuts.  She's moody and a frequent challenge for me, but to Jacob, she's a buddy and pal.  We've had this dog since last July and my husband and I really thought that the newness would wear off and eventually Jacob would grow tired of the dog.  Not so!  He comes in from school every day and that dog goes nuts.  She follows him around and he plays with her all the time.  We're constantly telling him to put the dog down.  He rolls around on the floor with her, chases her throughout the house and talks to her like she's human.(Okay, I talk to her like she's human too!  She's actually a pretty good listener.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we hosted our supper six group and I came upstairs to check on Jacob and there he is playing a game on the computer with Shadow in his lap.  Both of them staring at the computer screen calculating there next move.  Buddies forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall our church got the idea to break our congregation into couples of three (Supper Six) and for three months you have dinner together.  Each couple takes a month and hosts dinner at their home one night.  The hosting couple prepares a meat dish and one couple brings the vegetable and one couple brings the dessert.  The idea is to focus on the fellowship and getting to know one another and not the meal itself.  Couples sign up and they try to put together couples that are not as familiar with one another.  Our group has an older couple with grown children and grandchildren, the other couple are young marrieds with an infant and us who are kinda in the middle.  It's been a great concept and we've enjoyed getting to know each other better.  February will be our final month together and we'll sign up again and get to know two new couples beginning in March.  It's a very creative way to break down barriers and really spend time getting to know somone you may only see at church.  It really builds bonds within our church and opens us up to make new friendships.  I'm thankful for the opportunity to explore new relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, I just want to praise you for placing people in our lives and giving us opportunities to connect with other Christians.  I thank you too for my son and his love for his dog.  I see in him a compassion for other living beings and a simple happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-5177255382262115367?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/5177255382262115367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=5177255382262115367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5177255382262115367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/5177255382262115367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/boy-and-his-dog.html' title='A Boy and His Dog'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2158274852480297950</id><published>2008-01-22T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:48:02.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Weight Loss Update</title><content type='html'>Another Tuesday, another weigh in day.  I've lost an additional 2.5 pounds for a total of 9.5 pounds on my weight loss journey.  Yipee!  My goal was eight pounds per month so I'm overjoyed with my results thus far.  Just 28.5 to go.  My biggest challenge thus far -- giving up Pepsi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord for giving me the stamina and discipline on this journey.  Help me to be more patient with my results.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2158274852480297950?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2158274852480297950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2158274852480297950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2158274852480297950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2158274852480297950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/weight-loss-update.html' title='Weight Loss Update'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-2622427463066226545</id><published>2008-01-18T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:19:41.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamaica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Winter Days</title><content type='html'>This month marks 27 years that I have lived in NC. I am originally from WV. Part of the reason I moved south was to get away from snow -- at least a lot of snow. I absolutely hate being cold and wet. I'd love to live in Jamaica. We spent a week in Montego Bay a couple of years ago and I would sell everything to go live there. I know living in Jamaica is quite different from staying a week in a resort. We had the opportunity to go outside the resort area several times on excursions and we really fell in love with the people and culture. Of course living in the good ole USA definitely has its advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while looking out my window and seeing a carpet of white dotted with mud, I'm dreaming of warm sand and crystal blue water, a tropical breeze and the sound of waves crashing, children laughing, calypso music and a poolside massage. (Please don't wake me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the real world! Jacob was supposed to have his molds and paperwork done yesterday in preparation for his braces. They were closed so it has been put off for another 2 weeks. Tomorrow Candace's mother is coming and we are off to look for a wedding dress. She and I went Wednesday to Southern Bride and she picked two. At least we've got an idea of the style of dress. I pray this weekend goes better than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I'm not 100 percent sold on this wedding and maybe as parents we never are. Maybe we forever look at our children as kids and never think they are ready for such a commitment. Of course now a days marriage is a convenience and not a commitment to so many people. Too many couples never really experience the true intimacy of marriage -- knowing your spouse inside and out, trusting them with your innermost thoughts and dreams, waking up every day and falling more deeply in love with them, knowing they aren't perfect and loving them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, help me this weekend to glorify you in all that I do and say. I pray especially for your will in this wedding and in the lives of Zachary and Candace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-2622427463066226545?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/2622427463066226545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=2622427463066226545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2622427463066226545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/2622427463066226545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-days.html' title='Winter Days'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-472240446674769609</id><published>2008-01-15T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:21:07.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cows'/><title type='text'>Weighty Issues</title><content type='html'>Today is weigh-in day again and there is no change.  No gains, no losses.  To say that I am discouraged and disappointed is an understatement.  Seven days of dieting and not cheating and I get nothing.  In my defense it is that foul time of the month, but I don't know if it has a bearing or not.  My clothes are fitting more loose and that may be due to the exercise -- thirty minutes every day without fail on the treadmill (hey I'm up to a mile and half now) and 200 sit ups on the ab lounger.  I've fallen into a pretty good routine of oatmeal for breakfast, a slim fast shake for lunch and a either a lean cuisine, grilled chicken or fish for dinner.  So how come no weight loss?  Maybe next week I'll see some great improvement.  I'm trying to stay focused and optimistic.  My resolve to stick it out is pretty high right now, but next week could be another story entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the subject -- Yesterday we loaded up one of our cows (Ole Red) for the slaughter house.  I know, I know, how could we!  I can hear the vegetarians cringing.  I'm right along with you.  I have to admit it -- I cried.  My husband thinks I'm crazy.  Last night I told him that poor old cow trusted you every time you came into the pasture to provide his food and water.  The other cows blocked the truck when they got ready to leave.  It was a horrible sight.  Okay, even I have to say it -- my hormones are running amuck, I'm crying over a cow for goodness sake!  Pass the Midol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-472240446674769609?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/472240446674769609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=472240446674769609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/472240446674769609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/472240446674769609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/weighty-issues.html' title='Weighty Issues'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4521359996393162911</id><published>2008-01-09T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:07.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lupus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R4TyW0-v8wI/AAAAAAAAABk/aSdrF_mJO1M/s1600-h/Dec+25,+2007+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153510347611566850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R4TyW0-v8wI/AAAAAAAAABk/aSdrF_mJO1M/s320/Dec+25,+2007+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;J.R. and Jacob on Christmas Day at my sister's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sometimes God puts people in our lives that we don't really treasure like we should. That's not the case in my house. In February my husband and I will celebrate 16 years of marriage. It hasn't always been easy. We've had our fair share of bumps along the way, but he has always been and always will be the absolute love of my life. Even after all this time my heart still skips a beat when he walks in that door every evening and the best way to end every day is snuggled up next to him. He is the most devoted father and husband I know and I cherish every moment with him. One of the other blessings in my life is my youngest son, Jacob. Jacob was the biggest shock to us. We were not planning on more children, in fact the doctors said NO, because I have Lupus and having Zachary took an enormous toll on my body. God had other plans and so Jacob came into our lives, prematurely at that, but a fighter none the less. (The NICU nurses called him Rambo because he was so combative.) He carries some learning disabilities with his reading, but other than that he is a healthy and active boy. Jacob is such a joy to be around. He has a compassionate heart and will engage in conversation with anyone. The teen years are only a couple of months around the corner for him and I know his personality may change so I am enjoying each and every moment with him now and praying he will remain true to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God for the blessings of such wonderful people in my life. Give me the words and actions each and every day to encourage them and be as supportive of them as they are of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4521359996393162911?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4521359996393162911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4521359996393162911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4521359996393162911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4521359996393162911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R4TyW0-v8wI/AAAAAAAAABk/aSdrF_mJO1M/s72-c/Dec+25,+2007+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-550475339176981057</id><published>2008-01-08T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:42:23.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dieting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Weigh In Day</title><content type='html'>It's been seven days since I started my diet.  I hate calling it a diet.  I'm trying to incorporate better eating habits and healthier living instead of dieting.  I have cut my calorie intake, but mostly I've changed what I eat and when.  Apparently it's working because this morning I am 7 pounds lighter than last week.  YEAH ME!  Of course I realize that half of that is fluid.  I've been drinking lots of water and I'm sure that in the coming weeks the loss will be more like 1 to 2 pounds, but I'm encouraged.  So, I've only got 31 to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord Jesus for giving me will power each day.  Thank you for giving me such a supportive husband and son who are willing to take an hour out of their day to exercise with me.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-550475339176981057?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/550475339176981057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=550475339176981057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/550475339176981057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/550475339176981057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/weigh-in-day.html' title='Weigh In Day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6928824321687040329</id><published>2008-01-03T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:07.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Where Do I Start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3z9lk-v8tI/AAAAAAAAABI/8StNaUPXotw/s1600-h/Jacob"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151270895828857554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3z9lk-v8tI/AAAAAAAAABI/8StNaUPXotw/s320/Jacob%27s+Quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got so many to do projects I can't decide on where to start. I want to start a new quilt. The problem is -- it's a creative process for me. I have to create it in my head first and sometimes that just takes awhile. I'm not your ordinary quilter in that I don't do patterns and such. My mother does those, but me I'm a creative quilter. You see a quilt has to have a theme and a meaning for me. I wish I had a photo of the quilt I made for Zachary when he graduated from high school. It was photos of his life, friends, family and these letters from God with wisdom and advice. He's got it on his bed now and he treasures it. I finished one for Jacob about a year ago. It's all about sharks and marine life. He loves sharks and fish. So, the dilemma for me is what do I want this quilt to say. I want to do one for me and my husband simply because I never make them for us. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3z66U-v8rI/AAAAAAAAAA4/htcx7fcTH4c/s1600-h/Jacob"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My other to do item is the wedding of course. Being the mother of the groom is not near as hectic as mother of the bride. Lately, I'm a sounding board -- what do you think of this? how about here? do you know anyone who can? I'm trying my best to keep my mouth shut unless asked and even then be as diplomatic as possible and never ever push a suggestion. I'm beginning to be very thankful that I have boys! I hope they find everything they want and that they have the wedding THEY dreamed of. (Keep repeating this mantra!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we are hosting our daughter in law to be's parents. A sorta get to know you and who is going to pay for what weekend. We've met once before so we're not totally unfamiliar with them. I hope and pray that the weekend goes smoothly and that we all can agree on things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, as busy as everything seems around me and as chaotic as our life is right now, help me to remain focused on you and allow you to be present in all that I do and say.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-6928824321687040329?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/6928824321687040329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=6928824321687040329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6928824321687040329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/6928824321687040329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where Do I Start?'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3z9lk-v8tI/AAAAAAAAABI/8StNaUPXotw/s72-c/Jacob%27s+Quilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4471796784684975471</id><published>2008-01-02T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:40:08.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3uttk-v8qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FjR_UydrNvU/s1600-h/diet+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150901597360878242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3uttk-v8qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FjR_UydrNvU/s200/diet+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me Christmas Day 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'm biting the bullet so to speak. A couple of years ago, I lost weight and looked great. Unfortunately, I put it back on and then some. So, with the wedding coming up this summer I decided to lose weight and get healthy. (Zachary's wedding is my inspiration but not my reason.) It's going to be a long, slow process but well worth the effort. Hubby moved the treadmill and his crossbow upstairs yesterday and fixed up Jacob's old room complete with TV as an exercise room. He and Jacob both have said they'll help me stick to eating healthy and we'll exercise together. So, no excuses I've got support. I wanted to put it in writing so I'll be more apt to hold myself responsible. My goal is 38 pounds. I'm not using crazy diets or paying for food just plain common sense, nutrition and exercise. I will not starve, but learn to eat healthy foods. No more junk foods, candy, pepsi (my favorite), cakes, cookies, or bread (my other sinfully favorite). Most importantly, I have to learn why I stuff my face to begin with. I realize I pick up food (mostly candy and sweets) and I'm not even hungry. So, let the journey begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, show me the reasons I overeat and help me deal with them and place them behind me. Help me not to be weak and when the temptation comes help me to be strong and patient with myself and others. Thank you for the support I have from my family.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4471796784684975471?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4471796784684975471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4471796784684975471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4471796784684975471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4471796784684975471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year - New Me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z9L-0SpL83A/R3uttk-v8qI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FjR_UydrNvU/s72-c/diet+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-457039988912275696</id><published>2007-12-19T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:23:51.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Are Going to Chime</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official!  My oldest son, Zachary, has proposed with ring and all and the wedding madness has begun.  I'm very excited for them and I truly hope and pray that this marriage will be blessed with love and happiness.  Part of me though just can't believe that he's actually getting married.  He's only 22 and it seems way too young, but I was 20 when I married his father.  Granted, it didn't last, but out of that relationship came this wonderful person who has blessed my life immensely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, I pray this union will be blessed and more than anything they will treasure each other and place you first and foremost in their lives.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-457039988912275696?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/457039988912275696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=457039988912275696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/457039988912275696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/457039988912275696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2007/12/wedding-bells-are-going-to-chime.html' title='Wedding Bells Are Going to Chime'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-4616027842026195925</id><published>2007-12-11T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T13:27:24.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Countdown Has Begun</title><content type='html'>Why do we get so hurried and wrapped up in the Christmas rush?  Why don't we slow down and remember what Christmas is about?  I catch myself umpteen times a day mentally checking off how many gifts I've yet to purchase, checking my money stash to make sure I have enough left, checking my calendar to see if I'm free, plus the regular routine of taking care of home and family.  Christmas is a celebration of the birth of my Savior and Lord.  Why treat that so carelessly.  All that I have, all that I am, come from him.  Every day I fail to teach my children the true meaning of this season.  Every day I fail to tell someone of his love for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Jesus, slow down my pace and allow me to focus on the true meaning of this joyous season.  It's not about shopping, or trees, or stockings, or a jolly man in a red suit.  It's about your gift to us and how you came into this world, just like us, to save us.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-4616027842026195925?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/4616027842026195925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=4616027842026195925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4616027842026195925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/4616027842026195925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-countdown-has-begun.html' title='The Christmas Countdown Has Begun'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-3804399276508208455</id><published>2007-11-19T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:16:49.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays Are Coming</title><content type='html'>O joy, O joy!!  I wish I was excited about the holidays, but I'm not.  Usually, I'm a holiday person, but this year I'm just not interested.  Things will be different this year.  My oldest son has his own place now and his own life.  It is a good thing for him, but not so great for mom.  I miss him alot.  I see him about once a week and talk to him a couple of times during the week, but it's a lot different than when he was walking in the door every evening.  It has been a little over a month now and I still find myself some days waiting for that familiar sound.  I know in my head that every little boy has to grow up and become a man, a husband, a provider and so forth, but it still doesn't make it any easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thanksgiving is a couple of days away.  Hubby and the youngest will be deer hunting, so that leaves me (with the dog!) to travel alone and see the parents.  I suppose this is why Thanksgiving is not my favorite holiday.  When the boys were younger I loved it.  My husband would go hunting (I missed him!) and me and the boys would pile in the car and take off for my parents.  We'd sing along to Christmas songs all the way.  We'd cook til late and eat all day.  On Friday we'd fight the crowds and check out all the new toys and I'd make mental notes of their lists.  It signaled the beginning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are so sweet&lt;em&gt;!  Lord, help me see the joy in this Thanksgiving.  My parents are still with me and able to host dinner.  Thank you for their presence in my life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-3804399276508208455?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/3804399276508208455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=3804399276508208455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3804399276508208455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/3804399276508208455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidays-are-coming.html' title='The Holidays Are Coming'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-1770099609647047847</id><published>2007-11-15T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:52:02.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Untouched Life</title><content type='html'>Today my mother-in-law brought my nearly 16 year old wedding dress to me.  She had taken it and had it cleaned, bagged and boxed.  (We recently found it while doing some major cleaning in the attic.)  It was a lovely gesture.  She said, "you never know, one day you may have a granddaughter who might want to wear it."  Those few little words broke my heart.  You see I learned yesterday that my oldest son's girlfriend had miscarried.  I'm not thrilled with their choice to live together unmarried, but he is still my son and she is a wonderful girl.  It wasn't a planned pregnancy and they were totally shocked to find out she had been expecting, but the sadness remains.  A life, a child, a grandchild we never had the chance to touch, to hold, to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sometimes brings sadness.  We don't always know what to do with the sadness.  I know my God is capable of healing all wounds, of carrying the pain for me, but you have to release it to him for that to happen.  Sometimes, we don't want to release our pain, sometimes we just want to hold onto it and not let it slip away from us.  In the midst of it we don't realize that it's the release that heals us, that sets us free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father God, take good care of my unborn grandchild.  Kiss his or her cheek for me and hold them safe in your arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608170236066956237-1770099609647047847?l=searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/feeds/1770099609647047847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608170236066956237&amp;postID=1770099609647047847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1770099609647047847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608170236066956237/posts/default/1770099609647047847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchingfortherubyinside.blogspot.com/2007/11/untouched-life.html' title='An Untouched Life'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344506345965096439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608170236066956237.post-6465164460102085481</id><published>2007-11-14T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:48:37.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post and The Dog Is Driving Me Insane</title><content type='html'>I never realized how nervous I'd be writing this thing. I've read other blogs and all I can say is I'm probably not going to be that interesting, but I guess the idea is to write your feelings. I suppose writing is really a cathartic process, so maybe I'll learn something about myself along the way. So here goes . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are supposed to be man's best friend. Some even say they are able to see into their human masters and pick up on our moods, our health, etc. If that is so then my dog ought to be looking for the first opportunity to make a run for it! She's a 7 month old Cockapoo (a blue merle). She's actually a pretty good dog. She's pretty much housetrained (I can't remember the last time she had an accident), she's done okay in obedience classes, (she's a little on the rambunctious side), but she is one moody little witch. She gets a routine down pat and a couple of weeks go by and things are going really well and then one day she gets up and changes. I thought dogs thrived on consistency, but apparently mine thrives on driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my husband says I take the whole dog thing way too seriously and let the dog be a dog. In my defense -- he's not home with her all day. I'm thinking that maybe women should not have female dogs. It kinda goes back to that whole two women in one house can't be good for anybody thing. 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