<?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-5444253432923850360</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:25:32.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>onesummertime.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1904318885302233106</id><published>2010-05-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T09:15:04.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving the blog.</title><content type='html'>i have decided to re invent my little blog.  please come over to the &lt;a href="http://thefireflymoon.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; read about us a little.  the first post will describe the reasoning behind everything.  hugs.  summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1904318885302233106?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1904318885302233106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1904318885302233106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1904318885302233106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1904318885302233106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-blog.html' title='moving the blog.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-1583699630754653082</id><published>2010-05-05T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T06:47:48.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of time to sew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9sm_WY8zHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KAx0JcLmWQY/s1600/DSC_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9sm_WY8zHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KAx0JcLmWQY/s400/DSC_0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005442528070770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9sm3Nem9tI/AAAAAAAAAl8/trT-KWzGtAM/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9sm3Nem9tI/AAAAAAAAAl8/trT-KWzGtAM/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005302696933074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been crazy busy getting things organized in our cute little house up here in the pacific northwest.  it has been a lot of fun and a lot of work.  in the move some things were broken &amp;amp; some things were destroyed!  one of the things that was destroyed has repaired.  thanks to a little inspiration from... well my o.c.d... i got to work.  in 2 hours my ottoman had a fresh new look.  it was super easy.  why white with two kids?  one word... bleach!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up next... the couch!  well... maybe that can wait a little while!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1583699630754653082?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1583699630754653082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1583699630754653082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1583699630754653082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1583699630754653082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/05/lots-of-time-to-sew.html' title='lots of time to sew.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9sm_WY8zHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KAx0JcLmWQY/s72-c/DSC_0198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-7208457678841163669</id><published>2010-04-27T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:32:27.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little things that make me smile.</title><content type='html'>sparkles make me smile.  since (being now a resident of oregon) the glimmer of sunshine is something that makes me smile... simply because we see less of the sunshine up here.  (by the way... did you know that in the springtime it isn't supposed to be 75-85 degrees?  huh... just learned that).  so for that i created my own glimmer... here is my replication of the shimmer in my new little house.  these {antique glass crystals} were courtesy of my mom who works in a restoration store in the historic district of dallas/ fort worth, texas.  i have  carted these around with me for a while dying to find a place for them.  here are the two things that i have done with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: at the bottom of the jars hanging in the bathroom {2 from pottery barn... 1 a canning jar}.  inside the jar a tea lights... to add a little sparkle.  (candles are not lit in this picture)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9e5Ufdj_QI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lIIHS5XwQ90/s1600/DSC_0200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9e5Ufdj_QI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lIIHS5XwQ90/s400/DSC_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040434531400962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: hanging from my birdcage {minus the bird}, next to a lamp &amp;amp; candle that allow the glass to glimmer, glisten, &amp;amp; shine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9e5T67adzI/AAAAAAAAAls/PMPfpFLNv4A/s1600/DSC_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9e5T67adzI/AAAAAAAAAls/PMPfpFLNv4A/s400/DSC_0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040424724494130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{{&lt;/span&gt;ps.  more to come on our little adventures in oregon.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;}}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-7208457678841163669?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7208457678841163669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7208457678841163669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7208457678841163669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7208457678841163669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='little things that make me smile.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9e5Ufdj_QI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lIIHS5XwQ90/s72-c/DSC_0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2616887928767577423</id><published>2010-04-26T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:21:43.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i will get an award.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9YyXgBPs9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FpHN36W5Twg/s1600/ashlynn%27s+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9YyXgBPs9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FpHN36W5Twg/s400/ashlynn%27s+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464610577174213586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked ash this morning what she was going to say when i got the award for being the greatest mom... she laughed and said, 'that's a good question.'  i know i am bound to get one because the other day when she came home from school she asked me to make her something pink to wear for the next day because... well she was supposed to wear pink.  when i asked what she was supposed to wear pink for, she said she had no idea, but that elle said she should wear pink.  so since i had just found a large piece of fabric at the bottom of my scrap bin (which i will show another time &amp;amp; what i am doing with those scraps), which wasn't even a scrap, it was a little piece of heaven, i set out to make her a quick little shirt.  i know what you are thinking... why hasn't anyone presented the award yet... well i am waiting.  ash will give the speech!  now don't you think i should get an award for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2616887928767577423?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2616887928767577423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2616887928767577423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2616887928767577423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2616887928767577423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-i-will-get-award.html' title='i know i will get an award.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9YyXgBPs9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/FpHN36W5Twg/s72-c/ashlynn%27s+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8057162808406639208</id><published>2010-04-23T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T08:40:13.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quilted memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9G-3iNzgdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1v8xdXSw4N4/s1600/breezi%27s+quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9G-3iNzgdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1v8xdXSw4N4/s400/breezi%27s+quilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463357684263911890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quilted this all the way back in december... it was my christmas present to my little sister.  it was a labor of love.  the back of the quilt is my favorite part which usually is the case!  going down the back (off centered) is a 'film strip' of pictures of her and my dad.  the top picture being the hospital picture of my dad holding her (each of us have one with him).  the bottom picture being a picture of her and my dad in hawaii a few years ago (her favorite) and in between are cherished memories of christmas past, father-daughter banquets, vacations in pismo, sailing off the coast of africa... i cried when i gave it to her.  she cried too.    more important... its usable!  it now sits on her couch for everyone to see.  a conversations started to share precious memories of our dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8057162808406639208?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8057162808406639208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8057162808406639208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8057162808406639208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8057162808406639208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/04/quilted-memories.html' title='quilted memories'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9G-3iNzgdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1v8xdXSw4N4/s72-c/breezi%27s+quilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-959140736447387283</id><published>2010-04-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:11:34.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a better person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grew up&lt;/span&gt; in the same house as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my dad.&lt;/span&gt;  i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt; out just down the street &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;from my dad.&lt;/span&gt;  i always lived &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;down the street &lt;/span&gt;from my dad (with in a few miles) until 2 1/2 years ago when we moved up to san luis obispo. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; random &lt;/span&gt;thought right?  well track with me for a second.  this morning i am laying in bed having&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'cuddle time'&lt;/span&gt; with both my kids.  i told them that this was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the best part&lt;/span&gt; of my day.  thought process chain:... i hope &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i never&lt;/span&gt; take things like this for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;granted&lt;/span&gt;... i hope i always have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; like this that stay... how many memories have i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; taken for granted&lt;/span&gt;... i miss my dad... i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;took living close&lt;/span&gt; to him for granted... i miss my dad... i wish i had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasured &lt;/span&gt;more of that time and not simply thought of it as just hanging out but rather as an opportunity to gleam something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from him&lt;/span&gt;... i guess i did learn... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;because of him&lt;/span&gt; i want to cherish &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; treasure&lt;/span&gt; these memories... i want to be a better person.  i grew up in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;same house&lt;/span&gt; as my dad.  i moved out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just down &lt;/span&gt;the street from my dad.  i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; lived down the street from&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; my dad &lt;/span&gt;(with in a few miles) until 2 1/2 years ago when we moved up to san luis obispo.  random&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; thought right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9Bm5DR6UlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5ZyHR3LfPAU/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9Bm5DR6UlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5ZyHR3LfPAU/s400/DSC_0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462979478319419986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;random thought... random picture from our adventure on saturday.&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/5444253432923850360-959140736447387283?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/959140736447387283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=959140736447387283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/959140736447387283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/959140736447387283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-person.html' title='a better person.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S9Bm5DR6UlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5ZyHR3LfPAU/s72-c/DSC_0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8263907089733550500</id><published>2010-04-20T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:22:11.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raw pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two things struck me when i was looking at these pictures... first being the love of a boy for his dog.  these two will play out in the backyard, chasing each other, jeremy trying to ride hurley, playing 'fetch' &amp;amp; tug.  watching them wrestle in the backyard does my heart good.  best friends.  buddies.  homies.    second... these pictures are completely unedited.  look how green the grass is &amp;amp; jeremy's eyes are pretty killer too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83FLnYWE_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/tEmhN3l82Vs/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83FLnYWE_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/tEmhN3l82Vs/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462238726410605554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83GB9VEINI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Con-mbPt6RI/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83GB9VEINI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Con-mbPt6RI/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462239660015362258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83FLEqoANI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3INWm73vxHQ/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83FLEqoANI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3INWm73vxHQ/s400/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462238717092036818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8263907089733550500?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8263907089733550500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8263907089733550500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8263907089733550500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8263907089733550500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/04/raw-pictures.html' title='raw pictures.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S83FLnYWE_I/AAAAAAAAAkE/tEmhN3l82Vs/s72-c/DSC_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8914092661539152050</id><published>2010-03-31T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:21:11.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know she is bound for great things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1wqiGqrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mwxNogO2P6w/s1600/DSC_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1wqiGqrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mwxNogO2P6w/s400/DSC_0564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454833052587305650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1jdwnaMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yNZtam3K0k4/s1600/DSC_0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1jdwnaMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yNZtam3K0k4/s400/DSC_0563.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832825820211394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1ihxLx1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D6Gm2QTrFrw/s1600/DSC_0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1ihxLx1I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D6Gm2QTrFrw/s400/DSC_0562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832809716467538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1icimq1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/5aVyZN_CAdY/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1icimq1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/5aVyZN_CAdY/s400/DSC_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832808313138002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1h8rywUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RXx0G5gK9cU/s1600/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1h8rywUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RXx0G5gK9cU/s400/DSC_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832799761744194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1haJlnsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RcILo5S1QXM/s1600/DSC_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1haJlnsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RcILo5S1QXM/s400/DSC_0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832790491471554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she wants to be an inventor when she grows up.&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/5444253432923850360-8914092661539152050?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8914092661539152050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8914092661539152050' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8914092661539152050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8914092661539152050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-she-is-bound-for-great-things.html' title='i know she is bound for great things.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S7N1wqiGqrI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mwxNogO2P6w/s72-c/DSC_0564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4174236337056261254</id><published>2010-03-27T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:40:01.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering my dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 year later:&lt;br /&gt;this is how we remembered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64xY4yD0nI/AAAAAAAAAis/5-fuALKUuEY/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64xY4yD0nI/AAAAAAAAAis/5-fuALKUuEY/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453350502421222002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture below his head stone.  decorated about 6 months ago by jeremy with rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64voFdM1AI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wk4qh3rtERM/s1600/DSC_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64voFdM1AI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wk4qh3rtERM/s400/DSC_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348564498174978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jeremy keeping his papa's picture clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64vnsjW6fI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Se7QMw4iUqM/s1600/DSC_0706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64vnsjW6fI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Se7QMw4iUqM/s400/DSC_0706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348557813115378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favorite picture of the day.  the kids sat at his grave for a little while and then walked away comforting on another.  a treasured memory for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64voi1DR8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/0iocHcUvJjU/s1600/DSC_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64voi1DR8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/0iocHcUvJjU/s400/DSC_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348572382840770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we let balloons go.  1 blue balloon to symbolize 1 year passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64vpFHpHtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Flyxba74vQs/s1600/DSC_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64vpFHpHtI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Flyxba74vQs/s400/DSC_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348581587623634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sweet niece becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64vpjDzVOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IDR3n6n1pDY/s1600/DSC_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64vpjDzVOI/AAAAAAAAAh8/IDR3n6n1pDY/s400/DSC_0746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348589624579298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uncle todd and becca doing 'up downs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64whKWwkCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B0ektpasZEQ/s1600/DSC_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64whKWwkCI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B0ektpasZEQ/s400/DSC_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349545065877538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sister breezi and her boyfriend jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64yyyCKk5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/5LU2-31EkW4/s1600/DSC_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64yyyCKk5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/5LU2-31EkW4/s400/DSC_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453352046797951890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my brother tony &amp;amp; his wife beth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64wiba8ShI/AAAAAAAAAik/Wscf7FFNwiA/s1600/DSC_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64wiba8ShI/AAAAAAAAAik/Wscf7FFNwiA/s400/DSC_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349566826695186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the siblings... breezi, tony &amp;amp; i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64wiOpajEI/AAAAAAAAAic/fLzDCfpsirU/s1600/DSC_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64wiOpajEI/AAAAAAAAAic/fLzDCfpsirU/s400/DSC_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349563397737538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my sisters best friend (who is apart of the family), breezi &amp;amp; ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64xcQyQWcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/F9e_9eX2YrI/s1600/DSC_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64xcQyQWcI/AAAAAAAAAi0/F9e_9eX2YrI/s400/DSC_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453350560404101570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end of the day we bar.b.qued at my sisters house.  jt curled up on lindsay's shoulder.  we had to take a picture because he is going to want this when he gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and that concluded our day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4174236337056261254?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4174236337056261254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4174236337056261254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4174236337056261254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4174236337056261254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembering-my-dad.html' title='remembering my dad.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S64xY4yD0nI/AAAAAAAAAis/5-fuALKUuEY/s72-c/DSC_0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2049360577935769260</id><published>2010-03-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:18:50.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S6eYEJb_W2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/e0v2qhIkpTg/s1600-h/crazy+days+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S6eYEJb_W2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/e0v2qhIkpTg/s400/crazy+days+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451493070975490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few weeks are but a blur.  hard &amp;amp; emotional.  tiresome.  i can't quite figure out where they all have gone.  vaporized into some time warped place in nothingness &amp;amp; i sit here and try to figure out what is going on.  saturday rocked my world.  i stood in a storage unit... recently emptied and displayed before me were all of my dads belongings.  hard... yes.  sad... yes.  a blessing... definitely.  as we dug deeper into the things that were my dads, my sister stumbled upon 2 files.  one said 'breezi' &amp;amp; the other said 'summer'.  there was nothing profound in them.  no letters to us from him.  but what was inside showed me what my dad treasured.  he treasured us.  he has all the letters i had written to him.  my graduation stuff from high school.  my first speeding ticket.  my drivers test.  a stub from when we went to go look at cars when he was getting me my first car.  the card that the hospital gave him the day he received my blood during surgery.  my college class schedule.  a tee sheet from the first time we went golfing together, on it was his hand writting that said 'first round of golf with summer.'  this one impacted me in a way that i didn't think it would.  it was a beautiful momento.  i remember that day well.   i have such an insight into his heart for his kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2049360577935769260?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2049360577935769260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2049360577935769260' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2049360577935769260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2049360577935769260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S6eYEJb_W2I/AAAAAAAAAhU/e0v2qhIkpTg/s72-c/crazy+days+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5865868849841117821</id><published>2010-02-24T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:43:50.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life. my loves. my lists.</title><content type='html'>i found this book at starbucks and it has a ton of questions, some thought provoking... some silly.  there are quotes from people that are directly related to the questions asked.  i love books like this.  i started to do the book.  so fun.  here is my first question i've answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'recall as often as you wish; a happy memory never wears out.' libbie fudim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'what are the things i think of that always make me smile?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-running around climbing trees with my brother as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;-the day i found out i had a little sister (seriously feels like it was yesterday.  my brother wanted a boy... i wanted a girl.  i won.  i wasn't gracious.)&lt;br /&gt;-my dad.&lt;br /&gt;-when my friend stephanie 'encouraged' todd to ask me out. (hilarious story that i had nothing to do with.)&lt;br /&gt;-when i got married.&lt;br /&gt;-when each of my kids asked jesus into their heart.&lt;br /&gt;-ashlynn laying with my dad in bed and watching cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;-talking to my niece on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;-baking with ash.&lt;br /&gt;-playing baseball with jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;-hearing my kids talk about my dad.&lt;br /&gt;-reading a good book.&lt;br /&gt;-going to scooters jungle with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;-mandy.  anna.  steph.  alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;-laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5865868849841117821?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5865868849841117821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5865868849841117821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5865868849841117821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5865868849841117821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-my-loves-my-lists.html' title='my life. my loves. my lists.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-17111436203861673</id><published>2010-01-20T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:47:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>over a month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S1dAjNMBdAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/APQfp0_AQuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S1dAjNMBdAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/APQfp0_AQuQ/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428878849398109186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S1dAag99x4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/3LfJNIsbLqg/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S1dAag99x4I/AAAAAAAAAg8/3LfJNIsbLqg/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428878700089034626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a crazy month.  i mean crazy!  seriously crazy.&lt;br /&gt;we packed.  enjoyed christmas amongst boxes.&lt;br /&gt;loaded a moving truck (2 trucks).&lt;br /&gt;said goodbye to slo.  and hello to LA.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed my niece and nephew a ton.&lt;br /&gt;i started running again after a small hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;spent new years watching jeremy do push-ups.&lt;br /&gt;(see todd's facebook for the video).&lt;br /&gt;went to arizona for a good friends father funeral.&lt;br /&gt;ash got a library card.&lt;br /&gt;sewing like crazy (more to come with that).&lt;br /&gt;i am homeschooling the little hommies.&lt;br /&gt;i love it.  seriously love it.&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-17111436203861673?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/17111436203861673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=17111436203861673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/17111436203861673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/17111436203861673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2010/01/over-month.html' title='over a month.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/S1dAjNMBdAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/APQfp0_AQuQ/s72-c/DSC_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-971279712558402654</id><published>2009-12-17T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:18:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T (minus) 10 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SypZZDWUNKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YnkcH0cETZI/s1600-h/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SypZZDWUNKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YnkcH0cETZI/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416239788796949666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not until christmas, until we move.  yep... 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;so most of my house has boxes in every room.&lt;br /&gt; it is pretty much a disaster.&lt;br /&gt; i am learning to be okay the stuff not being put away (learning).&lt;br /&gt;but amongst the angst of stuff being everywhere my mom sent me&lt;br /&gt;this picture of me and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;it was soothing.  i was about 7 (ashlynn's age).&lt;br /&gt;my dad had just had his thyroid removed.&lt;br /&gt;he took me to the father-daughter banquet at our church. &lt;br /&gt;this brought  me peace amongst the chaos we are&lt;br /&gt;choosing to call life.&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/5444253432923850360-971279712558402654?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/971279712558402654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=971279712558402654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/971279712558402654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/971279712558402654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/12/t-minus-10-days.html' title='T (minus) 10 days.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SypZZDWUNKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/YnkcH0cETZI/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4260279868101555093</id><published>2009-12-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:37:30.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blessing.</title><content type='html'>monday's generally have the same blessing.  it is when eli comes over.  yesterday was not different... it was just the same.  that was my beautiful blessing yesterday.  we had dinner.  then we looked at 127 pages of peopleofwalmart.com and laughed hysterically at some of the interesting people who cross the threshold of walmart (while todd played super mario brothers).  it is so nice when things are the same amidst change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4260279868101555093?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4260279868101555093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4260279868101555093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4260279868101555093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4260279868101555093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/12/monday-blessing.html' title='monday blessing.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-5747139293846249026</id><published>2009-12-07T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:38:56.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings.</title><content type='html'>blessings seem to come in droves when you need them.  i suppose we are in need of them right now because we have been blessed beyond measure this weekend.  which gave me a thought/ idea.  we receive blessings each and every day.  some little and some big.  but often unnoticed.  it got me thinking that i probably walk through my days without noticing those blessings.  well... not anymore.  i decided that i am going to find a blessing in each and everyday &amp;amp; hopefully pass those blessings on to someone else.  this weekend our blessings were huge (in my book).  here are just a few (seriously there is more than this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: we found a load of free boxes!  almost when we were going to give up on looking for them, there they were.  just sitting there all nice and neat waiting for us to grab them.  (if you didn't know we are moving.  that is why we need boxes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: someone paid our rent for us.  we know who it was, but assume they will want to remain anonymous.  it was their special gift to us.  they had no idea how in need we were of that in that moment.  it was so kind, generous, gracious, wonderful, thoughtful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: the students in our ministry showed us so much love and compassion when ken told them that todd would be leaving grace.  it seems weird, but to watching senior boys cry blessed me.  they were able to demonstrate through their emotions that they loved us.  i was touched beyond words through so many students yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one for today... but i think 3 is enough for now.  maybe i will post today's tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5747139293846249026?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5747139293846249026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5747139293846249026' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5747139293846249026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5747139293846249026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/12/blessings.html' title='blessings.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-6476506946273987416</id><published>2009-11-19T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:09:57.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best dressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SwW9ThpU34I/AAAAAAAAAgg/LDGwxcy5iFU/s1600/ashlynn%27s+olympic+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SwW9ThpU34I/AAAAAAAAAgg/LDGwxcy5iFU/s400/ashlynn%27s+olympic+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405935070875017090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashlynn had some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cal poly students&lt;/span&gt; come to her school last week&lt;br /&gt;and help them put together 'the olympics'.&lt;br /&gt;it was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; really fun&lt;/span&gt;.  the students&lt;br /&gt;help them pick names for their teams.  come up with a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheer for&lt;/span&gt; the team.  and told them to come dressed&lt;br /&gt;in theme!  well... ashlynn's team ended up&lt;br /&gt;being the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; dalmations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their coach (aka a cal poly student) told them to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;come in black&lt;/span&gt; and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(well) &lt;/span&gt;we had to go ALL out... of course.&lt;br /&gt;why wouldn't you ?right?&lt;br /&gt;so here is ash... dressed up in her black and white.&lt;br /&gt;she got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best dressed&lt;/span&gt; for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-6476506946273987416?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6476506946273987416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=6476506946273987416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6476506946273987416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6476506946273987416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-dressed.html' title='best dressed.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SwW9ThpU34I/AAAAAAAAAgg/LDGwxcy5iFU/s72-c/ashlynn%27s+olympic+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-6671009906453820713</id><published>2009-11-19T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:31:05.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SwWc19X_13I/AAAAAAAAAgY/QadXTJ2ZSg4/s1600/chrismas+card+invitations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SwWc19X_13I/AAAAAAAAAgY/QadXTJ2ZSg4/s400/chrismas+card+invitations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405899378550364018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the invitations i made for the high school&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; junior high staff christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;they turned out so fun!  &amp;amp;&amp;amp; so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-6671009906453820713?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6671009906453820713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=6671009906453820713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6671009906453820713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6671009906453820713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebrating.html' title='celebrating.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SwWc19X_13I/AAAAAAAAAgY/QadXTJ2ZSg4/s72-c/chrismas+card+invitations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-262927205599636747</id><published>2009-10-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:48:57.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so proud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/St0zEAy3XyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yzMG3w7vK_U/s1600-h/walk+a+thon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/St0zEAy3XyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yzMG3w7vK_U/s400/walk+a+thon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394524072685559586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashlynn did a walk.a.thon to raise money for her school.  it is the only fundraiser that they do every year.  i must admit i was proud of her.  she ran the whole 20 minutes (except when she had water... it was so hot).  here are a few pictures of the time she spent running.  1. stretching. 2. running. 3. cooling down.  it was so adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-262927205599636747?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/262927205599636747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=262927205599636747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/262927205599636747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/262927205599636747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-proud.html' title='so proud.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/St0zEAy3XyI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/yzMG3w7vK_U/s72-c/walk+a+thon+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-7345538947993119498</id><published>2009-10-07T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:36:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0Xs8D5EYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NLa85gzA2CE/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0Xs8D5EYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NLa85gzA2CE/s200/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990389836484994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0XmwZKvVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VhM4NSOHwdU/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0XmwZKvVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VhM4NSOHwdU/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990283625282898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0Xh9N5GkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UTMXXWQD3k0/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0Xh9N5GkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UTMXXWQD3k0/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990201168304706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0XcP6SNzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/VgfItBblrVM/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0XcP6SNzI/AAAAAAAAAfg/VgfItBblrVM/s200/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990103107122994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok... don't you think she needs to make me some money? (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't worry i am kidding&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-7345538947993119498?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7345538947993119498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7345538947993119498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7345538947993119498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7345538947993119498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/10/ash.html' title='ash.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Ss0Xs8D5EYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NLa85gzA2CE/s72-c/DSC_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3510943830503435467</id><published>2009-09-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:47:16.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have this beautiful gift called life.  constantly taking it for granted in ways that often do not make sense.  wasting it on trivial things.  we walk around as if we are guranteed tomorrow, when in reality we are not granted another second without the LORD giving it to us.  so then, why is that we cannot see our life as the beautiful gift that it is?  why can we not take these moments that we are honored to have and use it to glorify the LORD... not ourselves?  why is it often difficult to simply say i love the God because He is the LORD and not because of what He is able to do for us?  life should only have one goal in mind... the LORD himself.  be honest with yourself... is that your goal?&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/5444253432923850360-3510943830503435467?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3510943830503435467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3510943830503435467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3510943830503435467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3510943830503435467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html' title='just a thought.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-1914180596926840548</id><published>2009-09-16T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:24:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ash's birthday toy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SrECwfKHdEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3Np99wW830Q/s1600-h/summer+collage+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SrECwfKHdEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3Np99wW830Q/s400/summer+collage+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382086061705360450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for her birthday she got a wetsuit &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a body board.  she gets out there &amp;amp; goes.  she even asked to go after school on monday.  of course i took her.  all i could think about was how i am a big girl mom now.  taking ash to do the things she wants... just because she wants too... because it is now her thing... not just because, but because with a purpose.&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/5444253432923850360-1914180596926840548?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1914180596926840548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1914180596926840548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1914180596926840548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1914180596926840548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/09/ashs-birthday-toy.html' title='ash&apos;s birthday toy.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SrECwfKHdEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/3Np99wW830Q/s72-c/summer+collage+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3521755099041764748</id><published>2009-09-15T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:34:33.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we've been doing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much happened as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our summer&lt;/span&gt; came to a close.  we went crazy having just too much fun!  here are a few pictures to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tell our story&lt;/span&gt; that closed out our summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sq9N0d8bLCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mFb1TmLEd1M/s1600-h/summer+collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sq9N0d8bLCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mFb1TmLEd1M/s400/summer+collage+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381605643517635618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first... ashlynn started &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first grade&lt;/span&gt;.  i could hardly believe it.  i cried when she left to line up for her first day.  she loves her teacher &amp;amp; has been making some great friends.  next... we took some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;leadership students&lt;/span&gt; to magic mountain.  can you believe it?  they still have the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swings&lt;/span&gt;.  then... we did a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lot of swimming&lt;/span&gt;.  last pic... we celebrated &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jeremy's 5 th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  it was a huge change for me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; my little guy turned 5&lt;/span&gt;.  i seriously can remember the day he was born.  4 weeks early... 8 lbs 5 oz.  he is still my little cuddler.  he loves that he is 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sq9Og7MKofI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tbmzPkLtoM4/s1600-h/summer+collage+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sq9Og7MKofI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tbmzPkLtoM4/s400/summer+collage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381606407282532850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this row... first we have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'fall forward'&lt;/span&gt;.  101 students went up to camp hammer in santa cruz to enjoy a weekend of craziness.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a.ma.zing time&lt;/span&gt;.  second... ashlynn &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;turned 7.&lt;/span&gt;  yes... i am hit with my kiddos growing up all at once.  she turned 7 &amp;amp; it has been one of the hardest days since my pops died (for a lot of reasons).  it is funny how i am able to recall everything about the day she was born.  i can tell you what i did, what i ate, what time i went to the hospital.  after an emergency c-section, i got to hold a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1olb 4 oz baby&lt;/span&gt; who was a content as can be.  she has this passion for others knowing jesus that amazes me.  just the other day she asked one of her teachers (who she knows goes to our church) if he was coming this weeked... oh wait i forgot she yelled it from across the playground.  she's a sweetie.  next... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jt started preschool&lt;/span&gt;.  watch out world.  he is there in full &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;.  &amp;amp; last we went camping and did a little body boarding (it was ashlynn's birthday present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that about does it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; we have had a great summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-3521755099041764748?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3521755099041764748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3521755099041764748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3521755099041764748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3521755099041764748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-weve-been-doing.html' title='what we&apos;ve been doing.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sq9N0d8bLCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mFb1TmLEd1M/s72-c/summer+collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-81517767387635256</id><published>2009-08-28T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T03:27:13.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realization.</title><content type='html'>so why am i up at 3: 30 in the middle of the night?  obvious reasons... i can't sleep and my thoughts have consumed my mind.  it is a process i have become accustomed to as of late.  yesterday afternoon i walked into the salon to get my hair colored.  wanting to go a little bit darker.  shooting for ashlynn's color.  still considered blonde i suppose.  yesterday i walked out with DARK hair.  not just dark for me.  DARK HAIR!  i have NEVER had dark hair before.  (picture will have to follow because well... its late).  so i was just sitting on the computer &amp;amp; looked at a picture, (my favorite picture of todd &amp;amp; i) where my hair is extremely blonde.  my stomach flipped.  what the heck have i done.  i wanted to go a little darker, not so dark that i thought i was a completely different person.  then i realized... its just hair.  wow i really did get a lot of my identity from my hair.  still not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-81517767387635256?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/81517767387635256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=81517767387635256' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/81517767387635256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/81517767387635256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/realization.html' title='realization.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-7150396260690987861</id><published>2009-08-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:00:59.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something borrowed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SpK5Bad4g8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Cfi39RphS8s/s1600-h/sc015f0e36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SpK5Bad4g8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Cfi39RphS8s/s400/sc015f0e36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373560739342091202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this picture was taken at the top of a ride called the triple bypass.  we laugh because he is always smiling at the top of the climbs.  look at the right of photo.  you can see part of the road that he came up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yesterday i got new handlebars for my bike.  well they weren't entirely new.  i got my dad's handle bars off his bike that he gave todd.  so i rode.  20 miles yesterday.  placing my hand where my dad had his hands for SO many countless hours.  it was so emotional for me.   i thought of all the wonderful times my dad had while he had his hands there.  all the fun times he had with his friends.  all the prayers he said for all of us.  i prayed &amp;amp; thank the Lord for the life of my pops.  missing him a lot.  it was such an euphoric experience.  here's to you pops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-7150396260690987861?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7150396260690987861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7150396260690987861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7150396260690987861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7150396260690987861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-borrowed.html' title='something borrowed.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SpK5Bad4g8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/Cfi39RphS8s/s72-c/sc015f0e36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5322229900982457053</id><published>2009-08-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T17:38:22.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>study.</title><content type='html'>right now i am studying the life of the apostle paul.  &amp;amp;&amp;amp; am feeling convicted.  i have barely begun this study of paul, but i am already convicted by his imperfect life.  now, one thing you must know is that i am a cheater.  when i read books.. i always (almost always) read the end of the book after only a few chapters into it.  i have to make sure that i like the ending.  i have done the as long as i can remember.  i did that here too.  but i think that it only aided to my conviction.  paul had a view of death that should bring anyone to their knees.  he knew that his departure from earth was just that... a departure (phil 3:20).  death is a safety for us... our rescue from life.  a life that he raced well in, he fought strong through, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; in the end found a crown that waited for him in heaven because he sought after CHRIST through his imperfect life.  so now i will go back from the end of the book (where i cheated) and continue to see how God took saul, and turned him into a man how feared the LORD.  i am on my own road, my own journey.  as i seek to understand paul &amp;amp; his ministry here on earth, i hope that i can see some of myself in him because he was following JESUS.  if i don't... i pray i see that too &amp;amp; i pray i can change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5322229900982457053?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5322229900982457053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5322229900982457053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5322229900982457053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5322229900982457053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/study.html' title='study.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-8745931729510500233</id><published>2009-08-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:33:21.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SoR4LvMyjNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tRY8UfnsOps/s1600-h/sc0106854d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SoR4LvMyjNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tRY8UfnsOps/s400/sc0106854d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369548798776478930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9 years ago today i awoke on the couch of my little 1 bedroom apartment.  i looked down at the floor &amp;amp; saw 6 of my most favorite people.  i had quite the adventure that day, as my life has been since then.  i awoke at 7.  all of us taking a shower.  electricity went out while one of the girls was in the shower.  finished getting showered at my parents house about 5 minutes away.  went to westlake village inn where i got my hair &amp;amp; make up done.  got dressed (in all white &amp;amp; the pearls my dad gave me).  and began my adventure.  the day was filled with laughter... my standing on over a fan because it was so hot.  tears... my dad charging todd, a memory that i hold so tight.  sweet times... my first dance with todd.  release... my dance with my dad.  energy... all the dancing.  good food... catered by my dad's favorite italian restaurant (wait i didn't get any, but i know it WAS good).  memories... because that day i got to marry my very best friend with so many people standing beside me.  praying for us.  caring for us.  laughing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has been an adventure ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so what did i do today?  how has life changed?  well... i got up at 515 am.  went to the gym.  work meeting by 7 am.  waited for the delivery of my new washer &amp;amp; dryer (isn't that what every woman wants for an anniversary present).  continue to work.  &amp;amp; that is where i am so far.  funny how life can change in 9 years.&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/5444253432923850360-8745931729510500233?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8745931729510500233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8745931729510500233' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8745931729510500233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8745931729510500233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/9-years.html' title='9 years.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SoR4LvMyjNI/AAAAAAAAAeo/tRY8UfnsOps/s72-c/sc0106854d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3122899622208212889</id><published>2009-08-08T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:23:52.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paintings that heal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sn4xeRIJayI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QFETpgUkryI/s1600-h/DSC_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sn4xeRIJayI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QFETpgUkryI/s400/DSC_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367782201935620898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashlynn painted this all by herself.  no direction was given.  just put the colors in the paint tray &amp;amp;&amp;amp; let her go.  she decided to paint a picture of my dad riding his bike.  the thing that struck me when i looked at it... was the clouds look a little like wings.  it brought a tear to my eye.  for the thought of heaven &amp;amp;&amp;amp; for the word love.  her tender heart is finally starting to heal.  it has been in a million little pieces without her papa.  literally.  my prayer for the last 4 months has been that she would see joy in life once again.  for her to remember my dad for who he was in her life.  this wonderful gift that no one else was able to share but the two of them.  a unique bond that was &amp;amp;&amp;amp; is so precious to me.  this is her way of expressing her peace of papa being with his Jesus.  praise God for healing hearts.  they bring an amazing peace.&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/5444253432923850360-3122899622208212889?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3122899622208212889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3122899622208212889' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3122899622208212889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3122899622208212889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/paintings-that-heal.html' title='paintings that heal.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sn4xeRIJayI/AAAAAAAAAeg/QFETpgUkryI/s72-c/DSC_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-6340093417544188744</id><published>2009-08-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:11:12.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Snh5tCoGKAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NgMD7kyyByY/s1600-h/psalm+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Snh5tCoGKAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NgMD7kyyByY/s400/psalm+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366172770718066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is fragile.  Somehow we have gotten to the point where we treat like it is unbreakable.  Urging it to push a little harder, faster, stronger.  We stress life to a breaking point, thinking that our fragility is too far off to crack.  Life can bend and sometimes it can break.  Busting at the seams that we thought were woven tightly together.  Splitting in places we did not know we had seems.  Once it is busted open, world to see or not, we are left standing there… sitting there… crying there, trying to figure out how we mend our pieces to become whole again.  Often leaving them for later because walking away seems an easier thing to do at the time.  Admittedly it might be easier for the time being, but it definitely needs some mending.  A strong stitch to hold it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i forget that our great HEALER is the only one who is able to keep us together.  HE is not only my HEALER, but also my HELPER.  my PROTECTOR.  psalm 121:1-8... why do i always forget that i am not in control?&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/5444253432923850360-6340093417544188744?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6340093417544188744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=6340093417544188744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6340093417544188744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6340093417544188744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken.html' title='broken.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Snh5tCoGKAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NgMD7kyyByY/s72-c/psalm+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4327867277538714837</id><published>2009-08-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:01:31.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accidentally uncovered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e597878265a8cb67" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De597878265a8cb67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD8DC0CFA4C89939BF86D990F8A75E094D53DE29.39F69A9C075B194C59BE5E0DE44AC1265523F217%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De597878265a8cb67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-9D7p82bHjlS1YxjB9v_-oZ-YXg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De597878265a8cb67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688250%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD8DC0CFA4C89939BF86D990F8A75E094D53DE29.39F69A9C075B194C59BE5E0DE44AC1265523F217%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De597878265a8cb67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-9D7p82bHjlS1YxjB9v_-oZ-YXg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone needs to see this.  jeremy is about 1 1/2 &amp;amp; ash is about 3 1/2.  i think i have watched this about 5 times in the last 10 minutes.  seriously so PRECIOUS!  i need to watch this when i am having a rough day with jeremy.  so cute huh?&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/5444253432923850360-4327867277538714837?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e597878265a8cb67&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4327867277538714837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4327867277538714837' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4327867277538714837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4327867277538714837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/accidentally-uncovered.html' title='accidentally uncovered.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-7336420149358474778</id><published>2009-08-01T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:40:25.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finding fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SnR9nCUdwmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_TghgftW-8M/s1600-h/camping+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SnR9nCUdwmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_TghgftW-8M/s400/camping+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365051165696180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we can always find fun!  it is just really easy when we are camping.  we shopped. ate smores (todd had 7).  bar-b-qued.  swam.  made houses.  relaxed.  &amp;amp; played a ton!&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/5444253432923850360-7336420149358474778?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7336420149358474778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7336420149358474778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7336420149358474778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7336420149358474778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-fun.html' title='finding fun!!!'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SnR9nCUdwmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/_TghgftW-8M/s72-c/camping+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5058411608892531137</id><published>2009-07-29T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:16:22.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SnCBYxAE6zI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0r-rTXCQJKU/s1600-h/DSC_0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SnCBYxAE6zI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0r-rTXCQJKU/s400/DSC_0465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363929418668763954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trees symbolize something sturdy.  they remind us that there is something bigger than us.  they show us the creation of what our God is able to do.  Making something so huge be so beautiful.  growing up, my room was at the front of our house.  Just outside my window, across the driveway was my favorite thing in our entire yard... a weeping willow.  it never seemed so sad/ weepy to me, but it was a symbol of happiness.  of some sort of fairy tale awaiting me just beyond the driveway.  wow.  thinking about that big beautiful tree brought back images i didn't know i still held onto.  (smiling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girlfriend of mine... seriously one of the nicest girls in the WORLD (if you meet her you will know i am not exagerating).  todd was talking about her yesterday and described her perfectly.  he said that she makes you want to be a better person.  well... she is a new mom &amp;amp; has come up with a little company she is trying to start called 'rooted'.  she is getting ready to launch  her new line of organic baby things &amp;amp; mommy things.  check out her blog.  her etsy shop is going to be up soon too.  &lt;a href="http://rootedstudios.blogspot.com/"&gt;rootedstudios.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; her image is the strength of a tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere i look i see trees.  the last few weeks i have been having a hard time sleeping.  this is the product of waking up at 3:30 AM.  ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5058411608892531137?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5058411608892531137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5058411608892531137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5058411608892531137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5058411608892531137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/07/trees-symbolize-something-sturdy.html' title='trees.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SnCBYxAE6zI/AAAAAAAAAd4/0r-rTXCQJKU/s72-c/DSC_0465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2753628107875991323</id><published>2009-07-26T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:59:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold tangerines.</title><content type='html'>random title right?  give me a minute &amp;amp; you'll gain a full understanding to my insanity.  i am an avid reader.  i will read just about anything i can get my hands onto.  i am not bias to one genre or another.  i love it all.  i enjoy the classics like jane eyre, wuthering heights, pride &amp;amp; prejudice.  i love non-classics too.  i love nicholas sparks.  i enjoy reading christian books, ones that inspire me to think deeper about my faith.  about my Savior.  about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend... lets call him Jav.  because well, that's his name.  Jav.  he has known me for over half my life.  he is one of the few guys in my life who has made me cry, but i deserved it (i was in high school &amp;amp; he was calling me out on something).  he has inspired me in ways he has no idea.  about 6 years ago he recommended a book that changed my life.  a book called 'the blessing' by gary smalley.  i saw Jav about a month ago.  i was telling him how i loved the book he recommended &amp;amp; have bought it for a number of people in the last 5 years.  he said he had another book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cold tangerines' by shauna niequist.  completely different from the first book, but oh so inspiring.  life changing... maybe not, but life inspiring... DEFINITELY.  it is a collection of stories in which draw us to the awareness of who God is &amp;amp; how He infuses everything... calling us to live the best possible life we can.  it isn't a deep theological book.  but it has caused me to think about myself in light of how i allow God to use me &amp;amp; how i examine &amp;amp;&amp;amp; live life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;here's a quote at the end of the book: 'that's what i want my life to be, like a well-loved gift.  i think life, just life, just breathing in and out, is a great gift.  God gives us something amazing when he gives us life, and i want to live with gratitude.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is to a life that makes you want to dance, jump, sing, hope, sizzle, and love with your whole self.  it is inspiration to be GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2753628107875991323?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2753628107875991323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2753628107875991323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2753628107875991323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2753628107875991323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/07/cold-tangerines.html' title='cold tangerines.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-2470238040502712820</id><published>2009-07-12T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:48:49.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hume 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sln3TOrQ05I/AAAAAAAAAdw/58ZaumyWNJI/s1600-h/humelake09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sln3TOrQ05I/AAAAAAAAAdw/58ZaumyWNJI/s400/humelake09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357585141463045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our week was full of mimes.  clowns.  day camp.  huckleberry house.  staying up way too late.  watching insane games.  worship.  amazing teaching.  swimming.  running.  playing.  creating.  screaming.  watching brothers do stupid stuff.  fishing.  eating way too much ice cream.  crying.  laughter.  reunions.  bike jump.  jumping in the lake.  boating.  you name it... it happened.&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/5444253432923850360-2470238040502712820?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2470238040502712820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2470238040502712820' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2470238040502712820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2470238040502712820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/07/hume-2009.html' title='hume 2009.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sln3TOrQ05I/AAAAAAAAAdw/58ZaumyWNJI/s72-c/humelake09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8834371981535385698</id><published>2009-07-04T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:13:59.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july4th.</title><content type='html'>special day today.  hanging out with my sister, jason, todd, kids, jan &amp;amp; chelsea.  celebrating the 4th &amp;amp; my dads birthday.  sad &amp;amp; fun day.  this is my all time favorite holiday all year long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8834371981535385698?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8834371981535385698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8834371981535385698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8834371981535385698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8834371981535385698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/07/july4th.html' title='july4th.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-8301470009931706328</id><published>2009-06-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T07:35:49.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>psalm 143.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SkjRMxQVBWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zOmjo6XOtOY/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SkjRMxQVBWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zOmjo6XOtOY/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352758174440293730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hear my prayers... answer me in YOUR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;... my spirit is overwhelmed... i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;meditate&lt;/span&gt; on YOUR doings... my soul &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;longs&lt;/span&gt; for YOU... do not hide YOUR face from me... let me&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hear&lt;/span&gt; YOUR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lovingkindness&lt;/span&gt; in the morning...teach me the way in which i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should walk&lt;/span&gt;... i take&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; refuge &lt;/span&gt;in YOU... let YOUR spirit&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lead&lt;/span&gt; me... for i am YOUR&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; servant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is my favorite psalm right now.  i read it every single morning.  trying to memorize it.  obviously i only wrote small glimpses of it.  you should read it.&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/5444253432923850360-8301470009931706328?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8301470009931706328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8301470009931706328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8301470009931706328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8301470009931706328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/06/psalm-143.html' title='psalm 143.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SkjRMxQVBWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zOmjo6XOtOY/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4509625839505437242</id><published>2009-06-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:42:57.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fathers day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sj7QJF4VpdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LJrrAEL5JNc/s1600-h/crazy+days+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sj7QJF4VpdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LJrrAEL5JNc/s400/crazy+days+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349942261978605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning feeling a little bit lonely.  which was ironic because laying next to me was todd, ashlynn and jeremy.  we had our cuddle time.  i realized that i wasn't physically lonely, just lonely because i wanted to pick up and dial your phone number.  to tell you happy fathers day.  to let you know that i love more than i can describe.  to remind you that you are the best dad in the whole wide world.  i wanted to come down and have a bar-b-que with you.  i wanted to go to the beach and walk along the sand.  i wanted to lay next to you on the couch.  to laugh and cry with you.  i wanted to get advise from you.  i just wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i couldn't call, i prayed.  i thanked GOD for allowing me to have you for the time that i did.  i praised HIM for allowing you to be the one that was perfect for me.  the one that GOD saw fit to raise me.  i thanked the LORD for the fact that you taught me to follow the LORD.  to appreciate HIS word.  to look to HIM in all my darkness, in my joy, in my fear, in my anything.  i am better because of you... because you were the  one who first directed me to JESUS.  your advice still sticks with me.  i am only sad that i won't get anymore of it.  but i will pass on what you gave me.  the love you gave to me.  the love for you showed me that only the LORD can provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i celebrate you while you enjoy our heavenly Fathers presence.  i celebrate your life.  the life that i feel was cut so short, but was exactly how the LORD wanted it.  i rejoice in your 60 1/2 years of life and your 31 years &amp;amp; 2 days as a father to tony, bri &amp;amp; i.  i love you dad &amp;amp; miss you so much today.  it is almost your birthday &amp;amp; i know they will have fireworks for you.  i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you triple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4509625839505437242?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4509625839505437242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4509625839505437242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4509625839505437242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4509625839505437242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='fathers day.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sj7QJF4VpdI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LJrrAEL5JNc/s72-c/crazy+days+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1723112655371666882</id><published>2009-06-12T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:53:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my week.</title><content type='html'>last wednesday: found a large lump in my neck &amp;amp; got an appointment.  they thought that the lymph node was the only node in your whole body you don't want enlarged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday: had an mri &amp;amp; found out they couldn't tell if it was cancerous or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday: got biopsy #1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: found out they only collected muscle tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: had another biopsy... a more painful biopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;today found out it was a hemangioma (a begnin tumor of a collection of blood vessels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cancer.  coming on the 2 1/2 mark of losing my pops, it has been a really hard week.  i have learned so much about myself.  i have prayed so much it is amazing.  beth, my lovely sister-in-law, told me to memorize james 1-2 (or she said she did when she had a biopsy last year)... so that &amp;amp; philippians 4 &amp;amp; a few verses in psalms is all i have read this last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'consider it pure joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.  and let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.  but if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ASK of God who gives to all generoulsy and without reproach, and it will be given to him.  BUT he must ask in FAITH without any doubting, for the one who dobuts is like the surf of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind.  for that man ought not to expect that he will receive anything from the Lord, being a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i have considered my trial a joy, not because i wanted to have a lack of sleep, to be afraid i was going to get the worse case senario, or because i wanted to cry almost the entire week.  but i consider it joy because of how much i was physically able to be on my knees.  to cry out for help to the LORD.  even if it had turned out to be worse, then i still would have gained the entire experience...with just a little extra trial.  praise the LORD it was nothing.  it has been a long week.  i need some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1723112655371666882?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1723112655371666882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1723112655371666882' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1723112655371666882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1723112655371666882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-week.html' title='my week.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-6485176281113402050</id><published>2009-06-03T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:31:09.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elephant kisses.</title><content type='html'>kiss.  eskimo kiss.  butterfly kiss.  elephant kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night jeremy gives me these kisses.  we invented the elephant kiss.  while watching animal planet one night, showing the life of an elephant herd.  they were playfully flapping their ears at one another... showing affection.  thus beginning our wonderful playful kisses.  so we touch ears... an elephant kiss.  i just got one.  it was so sweet.  it is all sealed with a monster hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-6485176281113402050?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6485176281113402050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=6485176281113402050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6485176281113402050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6485176281113402050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/06/elephant-kisses.html' title='elephant kisses.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-3016522002446202935</id><published>2009-06-01T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:58:58.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to die. to live.</title><content type='html'>'to live is CHRIST, do die is GAIN.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(todd has been going through philippians on sunday mornings with the high school students.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this verse continually brought a ton of questions because i never fully sat down and really thought about what the verse meant.  i never really comprehended the surrounding verses.  i always wondered but never investigated what that truly meant.  my question always was, how could both things be good?  what does that really mean?  to live is CHRIST? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always got the 'to die is GAIN' part, but what does it mean to live is CHRIST.  i get it.  it is so simple.  to live is to be like CHRIST to those who are around us.  to minister &amp;amp; share the word with those who are watching (everyone is watching).  to live is to be LIKE CHRIST.  todd challenged his students to minister where they were at.  to be an example where they are at.  to serve others where they are at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also challenged me.  my 'at' is different than theirs.  i need to be CHRIST to my kids.  to those that i work with every day.  to the teachers that i come in contact with when i am dropping off and picking the kids up from school.  i need to be CHRIST to those that are hurting &amp;amp; just want to talk.  I need to be an example of CHRIST to those who are doing great and need me to celebrate in their joy.  to the high school student who is making poor choices, i need to be CHRIST, reacting as he would react.  to be that example every time words come out of my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was challenged. &lt;br /&gt;i need to be different.&lt;br /&gt;i should show others JESUS everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-3016522002446202935?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3016522002446202935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3016522002446202935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3016522002446202935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3016522002446202935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-die-to-live.html' title='to die. to live.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-7605069657441738012</id><published>2009-05-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:53:30.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sh6Wpu2-0II/AAAAAAAAAdM/XqmTiGkUxCQ/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sh6Wpu2-0II/AAAAAAAAAdM/XqmTiGkUxCQ/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340871851805429890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these two are usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inseparable&lt;/span&gt;.   they do everything together when they are not at school.  but they are fighting like crazy too.  they have a really hard time being apart from one another &amp;amp; can't wait until the other gets home from school...depending on the day.  their sweetness toward each other is breathtaking. &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/5444253432923850360-7605069657441738012?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7605069657441738012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7605069657441738012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7605069657441738012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7605069657441738012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/hard-to-part.html' title='hard to part.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sh6Wpu2-0II/AAAAAAAAAdM/XqmTiGkUxCQ/s72-c/DSC_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2202787460952025042</id><published>2009-05-27T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:18:38.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic.</title><content type='html'>yesterday... as i wrote yesterday... was a rather unique and difficult day emotionally for me.  what could have been a really sad day turned out to be a huge blessing. a little story for you.  we were in the market for new cell phones.  i thought yesterday would be a good time to go out and surprise todd with the new phone.  ash and i headed over to at&amp;amp;t (a new carrier for us) because todd is in love with the i-phone.  we make our purchases with a really sweet employee named angel.  she ran through everything with me... ash continually asking if it was time to go.  (it got a little long).  she hands me the phones and i freak out!  all the messages i had saved from the past year of my dad were on my old phone, old service, now somewhere is space.  i instantly start balling, apologizing continually to her &amp;amp; then get her crying.  she went into help mode.  i tried to forward the messages on my old phone to her.  having to listen to the entire message and then forward them (crying).  unsuccessful.  she calls verizon and talks with them.  i call verizon and talk with the customer service agent who i now have to tell i just left his service but want him to help me despite the fact that i packed up and jumped ship.  i hand the phone to her &amp;amp; she gets them to stop the transfer for a few hours so i can get home and record.  successful.  i rush to pick up jt from tiny tigers (preschool).  rush home.  charge my now dying phone because i don't want to record the beep of the dying phone.  i have to re-listen to all the messages (now for the second time &amp;amp; the tears came that much quicker and easier).  but i got them.  angel called me to make sure i got them from my phone.  she was so sweet.  she even called her husband crying after i left the store.  her name fit her today.  so if you go to slo at&amp;amp;t see her.  she is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a fun note.  here are some silly pics of my kids playing with boxes.  we are setting up furniture in an office space &amp;amp; they played with the boxes and painters tape.  i comletely remember my little-big brother (i now call him this because he is 6 ft 2 in and i am almost a foot shorter than him... but still older. ugh.) and i doing this when we were kids.  my dad was a developer and when they would set up the models (if it was close to our house) he would bring home the boxes &amp;amp; build us these elaborate box houses in the backyard... our houses had windows and doors.  i guess that is what you get when you have a dad who is in construction.  ash &amp;amp; j just built a ship.  one of the boxes became the ocean.  j tried to surf on it.  he even made surf board out of cardboard.  one of the best parts of the day was that my dad's best friends daughter, who is like a sister to me, stopped on her drive to see us.  we spent about 6 hours just hanging out.  it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sh07V1ByjKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/V_tnkKnPolk/s1600-h/boxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sh07V1ByjKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/V_tnkKnPolk/s400/boxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340489979329154210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2202787460952025042?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2202787460952025042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2202787460952025042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2202787460952025042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2202787460952025042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/ironic.html' title='ironic.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sh07V1ByjKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/V_tnkKnPolk/s72-c/boxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-7969300435171198237</id><published>2009-05-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:30:06.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two months.</title><content type='html'>today marks 2 months since my dad went home to be with JESUS.  as anyone would assume, this isn't getting any easier for me... in fact there are days when it is harder than i can describe.  i deeply miss my dad.  the day to day contact (lack of) is horrible.  i have only tried to call him once.  i actually dialed his cell phone number while driving up to morro bay, so now everytime i drive up there i think of that moment.  ash is struggling with life in general and people are telling us it is because of the attachment she had with him &amp;amp; now she is mourning the loss through the only way she knows how (being a BRAT)... this is where we are trying as parents to allow grace and mercy to flow.  here is what i have learned these last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i talked to my dad a lot &amp;amp; have had a hard time figuring out how to not have that any longer.&lt;br /&gt;2. i really want my kids to remember their papa.&lt;br /&gt;3. it hard to explain to people how i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;4. it doesn't seem real.&lt;br /&gt;5. i need JESUS to get me through all of the gross pain.&lt;br /&gt;6. prayer has been my constant companion as it wasn't as prevelent before.&lt;br /&gt;7. heaven really is a place.&lt;br /&gt;8. JESUS is constantly there to embrace me when i stumble to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;9. it is hard to get out of bed some days, but easier on others.&lt;br /&gt;10. the best think my dad left me with with an understanding of JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing he always said to my sister and i when we were kids was, 'i love you triple.'  it was this whole thing we used to do.  he would first say, 'i love you double.'  we would make a sad face.  then he would yell, 'triple'.  and we would get all excited.  we would do it to him too.  in december i remember him telling me (and it has stuck with me), 'i love you triple forever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you triple... forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-7969300435171198237?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7969300435171198237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7969300435171198237' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7969300435171198237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7969300435171198237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-months.html' title='two months.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8529775154667738144</id><published>2009-05-23T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:45:11.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>j.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ShfhZrLO8vI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WzDqE7gF4y0/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ShfhZrLO8vI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WzDqE7gF4y0/s400/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338983714473833202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just love this boy.  he CRACKS me up.  we went and grabbed dinner together last night... at the most classy place of course (taco bell).  we just talked and talked.  i am not really sure about what.  it was such a sweet little moment.  just the two of us.  isn't he too cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8529775154667738144?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8529775154667738144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8529775154667738144' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8529775154667738144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8529775154667738144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/j.html' title='j.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ShfhZrLO8vI/AAAAAAAAAc8/WzDqE7gF4y0/s72-c/DSC_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5631013091471859743</id><published>2009-05-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:18:58.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daunting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i have been a rather pondering type mood.  trying to find myself or something.  i am not totally sure, but thoughts of life &amp;amp; survival have popped in my head a ton this past week.  the realizations of who i am have been a little bit daunting, but nonetheless insightful.  allowing my mind to try and figure out  'life' is insane.  here is my question... why is it that we (i) allow ourselves to stand in the shadow of others?  even if they are our friends.  why do we not see ourselves as worthy of shining as bright as those who are around us?  how come we don't value who we are in Christ, bringing forth a ray of light that is so striking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amuse me for a second... i was watching 'the holiday' with kate winslet, jack black, cameron diaz, &amp;amp; jude law.  there is a scene that always makes me think.  it is when kate winslets character is eating with the older gentleman in a restaraunt &amp;amp; he is analyzing her (in a sense).  he used to be in the film industry &amp;amp; is trying to encourage her in her recent 'split' of sorts which brought her to LA on 'holiday'.  he says... in movies, there are the friends &amp;amp; then there are leading ladies.  kate winslet's response is... you are supposed to be the leading lady of your own life.  there are word in between, but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get this beautiful life only once.  we get today only once.  this moment is only seen once.  i need to make sure that i am shining in this life, today, &amp;amp; moment... but how is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5631013091471859743?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5631013091471859743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5631013091471859743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5631013091471859743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5631013091471859743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/daunting.html' title='daunting.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-1576106659146164910</id><published>2009-05-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:04:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just sewn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sg122fZqukI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UxPTigFtu4s/s1600-h/makeup+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sg122fZqukI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UxPTigFtu4s/s400/makeup+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336051812018076226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago i bought the book 'sew what! bags'.  it is a pretty cute book... not a ton of things i love, but what drew me to the book was a few things.  they are some cute patterns for big bags (we can all use some big bags), but also it had a holder for paint brushes.  being that i already have a bag for my brushes, i had an idea.  not loving the bag that my make-up brushes were in, i thought that i would shrink down the size a little bit.  make compartments for large brushes and smaller things as well... like tweezers &amp;amp; q-tips.  i love it a ton.  with the extra fabric, i made a matching make-up bag that is 10" x 9".  it is perfect.  the best thing... it think... is that the top folds down so that the brushes don't fall out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1576106659146164910?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1576106659146164910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1576106659146164910' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1576106659146164910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1576106659146164910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-sewn.html' title='just sewn.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sg122fZqukI/AAAAAAAAAc0/UxPTigFtu4s/s72-c/makeup+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1572605771496568521</id><published>2009-05-11T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:23:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only part superhero.</title><content type='html'>i had a revelation today.  actually just a minute ago.  here... all this time... i thought i was a super hero.  but i realized that i am not a super hero.  because if i was a super hero, i would be able to work as much as i needed to in order to complete the task at hand, dinner would prepare itself &amp;amp; the ingredients would be fresh (because i would grow them in my back yard of course), i would have no dust in my house, and the halos that reside above my children's heads would be so bright that you wouldn't be able to look at them.  wow... no super hero here.  it was like a 2 x 4 just smacked me in the face.  i gave it some thought... well maybe i can be just part super hero.  tomorrow starts a new day.  we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1572605771496568521?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1572605771496568521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1572605771496568521' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1572605771496568521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1572605771496568521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-part-superhero.html' title='only part superhero.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2125674209308488264</id><published>2009-04-29T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:08:09.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime.</title><content type='html'>do you know that moment, just before summer sets in, but springtime is coming to an end?  it is the end of the beautiful blooms, but the looming of summertime bar-b-ques &amp;amp; fireworks.  just before the warm of the summer sets in.  just before the beaches are packed full of people.  just before the everything starts getting fun and crazy.  smiles on faces.  school is almost out.  summer is beginning to start.  its coming, but not so far ahead that you cannot see the warmth of the summer sun.  it is the beautiful moments of spring &amp;amp; summer all rolled into a moment that constantly takes your breath away because you can see and hear the creation of God.  you can experience it first hand.  the craftmanship of the Lord.  it is beautiful.  it is magnificent.  it is breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favorite moments of the year.  our summers are crazy fun.  they are filled with tons of ministry (our home is always open to our students).  they are filled with a lot of trips to the beach.  bar-b-ques in the backyard.  park days.  bike rides.  trips to hume lake.  it brings a smile to my face.  oh i am so excited.  that upcoming happiness gets me all excited for the summer.  last year i set out to make a quilt that captured the craziness of our summer.  the delight of our springtime experience.  something that was fun.  that was bright.  that was happy.  and i finished it!  i love it.  it makes me smile.  it reminds me of that moment at the end of the peaceful, beautiful, wonderful spring &amp;amp; the excitement of the crazy, fabulous, sunfilled summer months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SfjBQTv4KQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S1lHpO3UXZw/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SfjBQTv4KQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S1lHpO3UXZw/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330222644916136194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2125674209308488264?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2125674209308488264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2125674209308488264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2125674209308488264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2125674209308488264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/04/summertime.html' title='summertime.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SfjBQTv4KQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/S1lHpO3UXZw/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2882545572478543022</id><published>2009-04-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:46:27.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a dork.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i just finished watching high school musical 3 for the umpteenth time!  i love it.  that is the dorky part!  i know the songs.  i can sing them for you.  although you don't want me to.  i can sing all the songs from all 3 high school musicals.  i watch the outtakes on the end... and laugh hysterically!  i think they are a little cheesy, but they are so light hearted.  i remember watching grease when i was ashlynn's age.  i thought it was so funny when my mom would watch it with me.  i know ashlynn is going to think the same thing.  but oh well.  right now she wants me to watch it.  we have our favorite songs that we will sing together.  ooohhh... the bonding moments of mother and daughter over a movie with a bunch of singing high school students who are actually more college age.  way fun for a wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2882545572478543022?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2882545572478543022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2882545572478543022' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2882545572478543022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2882545572478543022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-dork.html' title='i&apos;m a dork.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-825665215254789643</id><published>2009-04-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:42:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soar.</title><content type='html'>so we live by the airport.  we often watch the planes take off &amp;amp; touch down.  the kids love seeing them come in from a distance while we are driving &amp;amp; want us to slow down our driving so we can watch them land.  it really is so fun!  i grew up with my dad being a pilot.  not for work, but for pleasure.  which meant we got to go a lot of fun places just for the day.  during the winter months, we would fly up to mammoth almost every weekend (usually just me and my dad) for a little ski time.  yesterday, while i was driving down tank farm, a smaller jet took off and crossed over the street.  the plane looked a lot like one of my dad's.  i started to cry &amp;amp; then without control started to smile.  even now remembering that moment yesterday, i am smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i remembering those precious times?  was i laughing at all the silly things we used to do together in the plane?  or something else?  i think it was a combination of everything.  memories flooded back to me.  i could hear the laughter of my siblings and i in the back of the plane as we played games &amp;amp; waited with anticipation to land.  and the reality that almost 3 weeks ago, my dad flew away to JESUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is nice to have these wonderfully precious memories come to me, instead of those last few memories of seeing my dad sick.  it doesn't make my need for him any easier, but i have shared a lot of stories about growing up lately and that makes me smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-825665215254789643?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/825665215254789643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=825665215254789643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/825665215254789643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/825665215254789643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/04/soar.html' title='soar.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-8999240181982932816</id><published>2009-04-10T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:45:18.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing but love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sd872h-I3vI/AAAAAAAAAcM/h8tlS7IBwE4/s1600-h/fun+stuff+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sd872h-I3vI/AAAAAAAAAcM/h8tlS7IBwE4/s400/fun+stuff+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323039092593188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reality is hard, but laughter has covered a magnitude of grief.  it is fantastic the way the LORD has allowed my kids to say and do the most silly things.  today i am thankful for that in a way that i have never been able to understand before.  plus... todd has been such a great help for me emotionally.  he has allowed me to be really sad (and is sad a long side of me) &amp;amp; laughs with me when the silliness happens.  i am very thankful for my little family.  thank you all for your constant prayers &amp;amp; support.  for all the cards &amp;amp; phone calls.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8999240181982932816?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8999240181982932816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8999240181982932816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8999240181982932816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8999240181982932816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/04/thankful.html' title='nothing but love.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/Sd872h-I3vI/AAAAAAAAAcM/h8tlS7IBwE4/s72-c/fun+stuff+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-638734796419645654</id><published>2009-04-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:34:21.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SdjcpaihbjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZwcAdauLjJk/s1600-h/memorial+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SdjcpaihbjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZwcAdauLjJk/s400/memorial+ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321245563795107378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today we ride.  not to race.  not to win.  but to honor.  from santa clarita park, the boys + 3 girls took off to pay tribute to my dad.  it was a beautiful experience.  these men who have riden with my dad over the years.  tony made armbands with my dad's initials.  everyone had their 'gary waterbottles'.  they prayed at the park &amp;amp; took off up bouquet canyon.  to the top.  &amp;amp; back down.  never leaving each other.  of course todd &amp;amp; jeremy (a friend not my son) had to race to the top.  old habits die hard.  it was a way to honor him.  a way to love him.  a way to pay tribute to him.  it was beautiful.&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/5444253432923850360-638734796419645654?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/638734796419645654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=638734796419645654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/638734796419645654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/638734796419645654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-we-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SdjcpaihbjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZwcAdauLjJk/s72-c/memorial+ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1115056147050190763</id><published>2009-04-02T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:45:07.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is going in the pamphlet for the memorial service for my dad... one of the hardest things to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a story.  Each story paints a picture of life.  Some stories bring sorrow.  Other stories share burdens.  Gary’s story generates HOPE.  Here is his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the birth of our country took a different shape in the Catalde family on July 4, 1947.  Gary was born to Charles &amp;amp; Joyce Catalde at the Queen of Angels Hospital in Los Angeles, becoming their ‘Little Firecracker’.    His nickname quickly became that of his personality, not simply holding the significance of his birth date.  Gary was the middle child, placed strategically between two amazing brothers, Brian and Dale.  The love and bond between the three of them has continually been evident as an example of how brothers should be knit together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following his marriage in 1976 to Caryl, Gary seemed to find a niche in life that suited him completely… fatherhood.  Over the span of six years he became a father to three amazing kids; Summer, Tony and Breezi.  Also, striking a unique love only to be found when he became Papa to his grandchildren, those whom he knows and those whom he was not able to hug, but loved nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripping his heart, the Lord drastically changed his life.  In 1984, in front of Tim Tom’s Burgers, Gary surrendered his life over to the Lord through prayer being led by Chuck Molton, a Los Angeles County Building Inspector.  Immediately following that very precious moment, he fell in love with Scripture and its guidance for his life.  Through it developing an understanding of God’s grace, mercy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December 2005, he wed Jan who walked gracefully alongside him through the last few years of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer seemed to enrich the faith that God had given to him.  This triumph of faith manifested itself through the “assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of things not seen.”  A hope that despite things such as cancer, there is a plan that only the Lord knows and that only the Lord can understand.  The cancer that seemed to take his life far too early, actually took his life at the exact moment that God desired.  Seeing fit, the Lord called one of his faithful servant home.  His 15 year battle with cancer was won, with the Lord saying, ‘well done my good and faithful servant.’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1115056147050190763?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1115056147050190763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1115056147050190763' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1115056147050190763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1115056147050190763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/04/tribute.html' title='a tribute.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-6823290685587593317</id><published>2009-03-28T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:56:38.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1:56 pm.</title><content type='html'>what a miracle life is.  how precious life is.  spectacular even.  GOD has given us this precious gift of life in order to honor him and love him.  at 1:56pm on march 26th my pops saw Jesus.  he walked with HIS SAVIOR.  it is so surreal.  so sad.  so amazing.  i can picture him right now.  belting out his favorite songs honoring the Lord in HEAVEN. (he didn't have a great earthly voice, but i know the Lord fixed that when he got to heaven.  he would have to... it is supposed to be beautiful music).  my dad passed away peacefully.  which is what we wanted.  he was sleeping &amp;amp; woke up in the arms of his Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive down was hard.  i talked with my sister a lot.  i cried with todd a lot.  but the question of seeing him loomed in the distance.  do i walk into his house to see the shell that is left of my dad?  i did walk in &amp;amp; reacted much different than i thought i would.  i knelt by my dads body, face on the floor.  i cried.  i screamed.  i told him i loved him.  &amp;amp; then i prayed.  i thank God for such a man.  who lead me towards Jesus.  who was my counsel.  a man who highlighted my favorite verse in his bible.  who calls me on mothers day.  a man who prayed for me every day.  a papa to my kids &amp;amp; my niece &amp;amp; nephew... and my sisters kids who we don't even know.  a friend to so many.  a love to so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ALL for you prayers for my family.  all of you have expressed so much love to us in the last few months.  we are doing 'ok' given the circumstances.  we are surviving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my devotions out of my dads bible this morning.  i wasn't sure what i wanted to read, but to know that where ever i read... he had read those words.  here is where i landed... because in the margin in my dads handwriting were these words... 'my strength for the last days on earth.'  2 corinthians 5 (the whole chapter, but here is the first few.):  'For we know that if the earthy tent which is our house is torn down, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens... Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord~ for we walk by faith, not by sight~ we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord.'  this was my dad... is my dad.  he is at home with the Lord &amp;amp; we are left to fight the sadness.  and embrace the joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-6823290685587593317?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6823290685587593317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=6823290685587593317' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6823290685587593317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6823290685587593317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/156-pm.html' title='1:56 pm.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2478052087875000775</id><published>2009-03-24T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:28:22.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beth.</title><content type='html'>for years the only person that i could find that had my birthday was the drivers ed instructor who taught my class when i was getting my license.  i really wanted to find someone else who did have my birthday... someone other than the guy who made me watch 'red asphalt', had a huge beer belly, &amp;amp; i am pretty sure hit on all the young guys in the class.  i went in search.  not everyday, but i still did.  when it was my birthday month i would look in people magazine to see if any celebrities had my birthday.  nope.  i would hope some of my friends would have babies on my birthday.  nope.  i almost gave up when my brother started dating beth.  we were getting to know each other and... she has my birthday.  how amazing.  now the only bad thing is that i am older than her, but i can get over it.  because someone normal has my birthday.  i knew my brother had to marry her... i mean aside from her loving my brother.   beth is mom to matthew and becky... the best nephew &amp;amp; niece (my only nephew &amp;amp; niece), wife to my favorite brother (my only brother) &amp;amp; currently holds the title of the best person to share a birthday date.  silly right?  well she truly is an amazing person.  i love her because she loves my brother.  is an excellent mom.  counsels me through some hard stuff.  laughs with me.  cries with me.  loves the Lord.  i can call her when i see a kid on a leash &amp;amp; we can joke about it.  she is such a special person in my life.  she is the best sister in law in the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2478052087875000775?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2478052087875000775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2478052087875000775' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2478052087875000775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2478052087875000775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/beth.html' title='beth.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1167568818301429250</id><published>2009-03-22T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:46:00.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for what its worth.</title><content type='html'>it has been amazing to walk alongside of my dad through this rough time.  it has been wonderful to hear the heart of those who are coming and reading scripture to him &amp;amp; what they are choosing to share with him.  it is fun to hear him talk with my brother about work stuff (he will never let that go).  to watch my little sister (who is beyond precious to me &amp;amp; makes me laugh, cry, &amp;amp; oh so proud) fall asleep at my dads feet.  to see ash &amp;amp; jt standing outside of the hospital window trying to get my dad's attention to say hello.  to watch todd sit in a hospital room &amp;amp; not really do anything but chat with my dad.  this morning in church we sang 'blessed be your name'.  it spurred on the thought i have been mulling over all day long.  my pops is still blessing the name of the LORD.  it really is amazing that i get to watch this part of my dads life.  of course, i wish i didn't have to watch it, however, i am thankful that it is a process for me.  a hard process, but nonetheless a process that only refines my heart &amp;amp; my reality into exactly what God wants of me.  i am blessed.  what a blessing i have in my wonderful family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1167568818301429250?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1167568818301429250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1167568818301429250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1167568818301429250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1167568818301429250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-what-its-worth.html' title='for what its worth.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4181430951196314892</id><published>2009-03-18T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:00:23.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simply put.</title><content type='html'>walk with me through my last few days and see what the LORD has taught me through my kids.  i will set the stage for you just a little bit.  it is tuesday afternoon when i received one of the harder phone calls of my life.  it was my dad &amp;amp; he started the conversation with, 'well, there are been so new developments.  i am going to be stopping my treatment &amp;amp; going on hospice.  i need you to come down and been here when i tell your sister.  when can you come?'  with that came a flood of emotions.  there was a sick feeling in my stomach so bad that i thought i was going to throw up.  the harsh reality that i was losing my dad.  and of course the ever present rush of tears.  i sat on the floor of my bedroom crying after just having talked with my mom &amp;amp; trying to figure out what i needed to pack for the next few days down in l.a.  here is where the lessons rushed into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  'it is okay to just let someone cry it out.'  ashlynn kept jeremy away while i cried, taking the responsibility of him for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  'just ask in a calm fashion what is going on.'  ashlynn sat down next to me and asked the simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  'it is okay to hurt &amp;amp; mourn for those that you love.'  when jeremy overheard the news about my dad, he started crying, saying that he didn't want his papa to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  'but it is JESUS.'  through the tears of jeremy and myself, ashlynn's child-like faith came flooding out of her mouth... but j, when papa dies, he gets to be with JESUS.  isn't that amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  'innocence produces the most pure prayers.'  i asked the kids to be praying for papa, aunt breezi, uncle tony.  they stopped right where they were and prayed that everything would work out the way it was supposed to.  they prayed that my dad would be healed.  that aunt breezi wouldn't be too sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  'cuddling helps.'  when we were within about 30 minutes from valencia, j was really sad again about what was going on.  i climbed into the back seat of the car and just cuddled with both of the kids.  it was healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me think of the verse that calls us to have a child-like faith.  to be so pure with our ideals when it comes to scripture, to JESUS, and even to death.  how did i loose that faith?  how come i am having a hard time seeing that my dad going to be with JESUS as a sad thing?  how come it is difficult to see past my fears?  answer... i am selfish.  because i am not getting it my way.  i am not seeing it through the eyes of JESUS.  because i want to have my dad forever... but my dad wants JESUS.  i asked him if he was ready to die.  his simple answer was , 'yes'.  wow.  i am not sure i could say that right now and be completely honest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4181430951196314892?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4181430951196314892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4181430951196314892' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4181430951196314892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4181430951196314892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-put.html' title='simply put.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-7148456373495292771</id><published>2009-03-15T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:20:10.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>victory.</title><content type='html'>on thursday morning, i sat by my dad's hospital bed and prayed with him &amp;amp; the chaplain of the hospital (who also happens to be a dear friend of my dads).  something she said has stuck with me far longer than i thought it would have.  it also is something that i know &amp;amp; have known for as long as i have known Christ.  margarie's pray included these simple, yet profound words, 'in CHRIST we have victory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began to think why we needed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;victory&lt;/span&gt; (not simply the generic reasons that my kids can give me.  not sunday school answers), but truly why do we need victory.  victory insinuates that a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stuggle&lt;/span&gt; is going on... check.  that the battle it painful &amp;amp; therefore it might need a little bit of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... check.  that it is a hard time having made &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt; that much more indearing... check.  why is there a fight?  why is there a battle?  why is there pain during suffering?  my answer just came to me.  satan has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no heart&lt;/span&gt;.  he is an opportunist by nature.  he is willing to take &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;advantage&lt;/span&gt; of those who are at their lowest or have a broken heart.  he allows no room for us to grieve and hurt, but rather kicks us while we are down.  satan&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; isn't&lt;/span&gt; in this world to fight fair.  he is here to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fight hard&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; fight dirty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why we have victory.  that is why we need to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seek victory &lt;/span&gt;in CHRIST alone.  for this reason we &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fight &lt;/span&gt;our hardest to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;have victory&lt;/span&gt; in CHRIST alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-7148456373495292771?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7148456373495292771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7148456373495292771' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7148456373495292771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7148456373495292771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/victory.html' title='victory.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-450134537617710540</id><published>2009-03-06T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:37:55.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ashlynn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SbFQ6LBa1zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tZoHtqCPQuc/s1600-h/Ashlynn+Faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310114395967903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SbFQ6LBa1zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tZoHtqCPQuc/s400/Ashlynn+Faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ash likes to take pictures of herself. almost all of these pictures are when she is in trouble, sitting on my bed, my camera close by her.  others are taken at graduations while i was sitting next to her (no idea she was taking them of herself).  the bottom middle was at disneyland while she was using a table to help assist her in her efforts to catch her silly face.  these are the ones from the last year! she is a silly girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-450134537617710540?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/450134537617710540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=450134537617710540' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/450134537617710540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/450134537617710540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/ashlynn.html' title='ashlynn.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SbFQ6LBa1zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tZoHtqCPQuc/s72-c/Ashlynn+Faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8634351661501173764</id><published>2009-03-05T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:48:53.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eli.</title><content type='html'>a student of ours... lets call him eli. eli comes to our house once a week, lets our kids jump on him, plays guitar hero with todd (or the wii), and generally stays to watch 24 with us. he also saw me cry after talking with my dad one night. he has been such a blessing to us over the last year, making our transition easier into a ministry that is a little daunting. 'eli' is very musical &amp;amp; enjoys sharing music with us as well. he made me a cd of wonderful encouraging songs. i am listening to it right now actually. he titled the cd 'silent screams. quiet prayers.' so perfect. silently i scream out 'why!', and quitely i pray 'show me!' also included were some verses. here is one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why are you downcast, o my soul?&lt;br /&gt;why so disturbed within me?&lt;br /&gt;put your hope in GOD, for i will yet praise HIM, my SAVIOR &amp;amp; my GOD.'&lt;br /&gt;psalm 42.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks eli for being a part of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8634351661501173764?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8634351661501173764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8634351661501173764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8634351661501173764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8634351661501173764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/03/eli.html' title='eli.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-5408075777048697071</id><published>2009-02-24T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:05:00.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SaTChgAbRrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UpP5HqGhvbg/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306580141732480690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SaTChgAbRrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UpP5HqGhvbg/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;using all the letters of the alphabet, ashlynn came up with some fun things that she&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; loves&lt;/span&gt;.  just to name few... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;belly buttons&lt;/span&gt; (favorite book as a little person). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mooches&lt;/span&gt; (her bear).  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;elephants&lt;/span&gt; (her favorite animal).  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;u.&lt;/span&gt;  it was a silly little project that made us laugh a lot!  oh and she says she likes to say the word &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt;!  it felt so good just to laugh.  why do i have to remind myself to have a little fun!&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/5444253432923850360-5408075777048697071?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5408075777048697071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5408075777048697071' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5408075777048697071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5408075777048697071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-so-fun.html' title='oh so fun.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SaTChgAbRrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UpP5HqGhvbg/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5764784720726621861</id><published>2009-02-21T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:20:49.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SaBEnmmdAoI/AAAAAAAAAak/xmjyhbbTPMI/s1600-h/old+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SaBEnmmdAoI/AAAAAAAAAak/xmjyhbbTPMI/s400/old+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305315808209863298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are pics of my mom and her family when she was little.  she lived such a fun life.  my grandpa was in the airforce so they traveled and lived all over the world.  the little boys are my uncles... uncle cary &amp;amp;&amp;amp; uncle carl.  my mom's name is caryl.  my aunts names are carli &amp;amp;&amp;amp; carin.  try yelling all 5 of those names in a row... carin, caryl, carl, cary, carli!  i have trouble with two kids and their names are so different.  go figure.  my grandma is pretty amazing.  even at her age, she is still giving tours through old museums in virginia near dc, working in the garden, enjoying life.  i don't know them very well, but i want to be like that when i am in my 80's.&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/5444253432923850360-5764784720726621861?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5764784720726621861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5764784720726621861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5764784720726621861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5764784720726621861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/02/old-pics.html' title='old pics.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SaBEnmmdAoI/AAAAAAAAAak/xmjyhbbTPMI/s72-c/old+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2793555634693147871</id><published>2009-02-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:51:28.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'have no fear for giving in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have no fear for giving over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you better know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its better to say too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than never to say what you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to say again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even if your hands are shaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your faith is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even as your eyes are closin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do it with a heart wide open... wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;say what you need to say'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-part of john mayer's song 'say'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2793555634693147871?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2793555634693147871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2793555634693147871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2793555634693147871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2793555634693147871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/02/say.html' title='say.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-4556541576592409686</id><published>2009-02-09T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:06:07.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holding hands.</title><content type='html'>i walked down the hallway holding my dad's hand.  he was in the emergency room due to the massive fluid constricting his lungs.  the pressure was literally killing him.  as we were entering the hallway... lined with white walls. white floor.  white lights.  white linens.  i felt my dad grab my hand and squeeze it.  it was all i could do to not explode into tears!  not to run and crawl into a corner.  not to scream at God as to why this is all happening.  instead, i remained strong.  i walked my dad into his room.  he gave my hand three more squeezes and then let go so that he could lay in bed.  that is when i exited the room, back down the white on white hallway &amp;amp; broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday they released the pressure of the lung by removing 1600 cc's of fluid (that is about 1 1/2 iv bags of fluid).  his pain hasn't subsided and the fluid is starting to increase again.  we are waiting.  i talk with him on an almost daily basis.  sometimes it is about him.  sometimes it is about the kids.  all the time it is about how God has planned his life from the beginning of time.  today he told me to call whenever i could.  to yell if i needed to.  to cry if i needed.  to just sit on the phone if i wanted.  he said he wished i was there to be with him.  i would never yell at my dad (no regrets right?).  i always cry.  i don't want to just sit on the phone... i just want to talk.  i always want to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4556541576592409686?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4556541576592409686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4556541576592409686' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4556541576592409686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4556541576592409686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/02/holding-hands.html' title='holding hands.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8280849142886431405</id><published>2009-02-04T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:39:00.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad update.</title><content type='html'>hey friends.  thank you so much for all your prayers and questions about my dad.  his cancer seems to be slowing down for right now.  the treatment he has received in mexico has complete eliminated 3 out of 4 tumors on his liver.  made the tumor outside of his lungs beneath his sternum smaller.  caused his blood cell count to be better than it has been in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all that said, he just called me telling me that he is going to be admitted into the hospital.  in december they cut into his paracardium and placed a window so that his heart would work at the appropriate capacity, draining the fluid that was around his heart.  the window has stopped doing its job.  he is back to having a hard time breathing.  he is having a lot of pain again.  continue to pray.  he is fighting as hard as he can!  his endurance amazes me beyond what i can even understand!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8280849142886431405?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8280849142886431405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8280849142886431405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8280849142886431405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8280849142886431405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/02/dad-update.html' title='dad update.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4859974497210072362</id><published>2009-01-27T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:36:30.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rag coat.</title><content type='html'>we are reading the rag coast by lauren mills this week for school.  this piece of literature is so spectacular.  as a little girl, Minna is growing up a poor girl in the cold appalachian mountains.  her papa has died while she is still young.  'everyone comes at once and brought us food.  i couldn't figure out how so many people could squeeze into our little cabin, but somehow they managed it.' (Minna narrates)    the story goes on to tell of the path this little girls takes to get to school, needing a coat to face the weather... something we so take for granted.  as the quilting mothers make her coat from scraps of their own fabric, Minna's excitement is almost uncontainable.  after she overcomes people making fun of her for her rag coat, she tells her story &amp;amp; the stories of those people in which the fabric came from.  i could totally empathize with her grief of losing her father (not the lacking part), and cried through the whole book.  i read the book twice yesterday to myself to try and prepare my heart to get through it, but i didn't work.  i still cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SX96PUGY9FI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sEWYyk_YTi4/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296086090323129426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SX96PUGY9FI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sEWYyk_YTi4/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SX96PTQqlWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/j-TCBcoBgz4/s1600-h/ashlynns+quilt+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296086090097792354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SX96PTQqlWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/j-TCBcoBgz4/s400/ashlynns+quilt+square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our project for the book was to do a 'quilt square'.  we could use paper or material.  of course ashlynn wanted material.  she has been wanting to use my sewing machine for such a long time.  when i told her she would be able to use it, i thought she was going to come out of her skin with enthusiasm.  so... off we went.  she picked out everything!  she picked the colors above (so proud they all match), red thread, and what she wanted on it. (she actually wanted her whole name, but that just was too much).  she cut the fabric... with my help.  our story for the these squares is this... the red, yellow &amp;amp; star patterned square comes from my mom.  the 'A' was used in a cape from my nephew.  the final square was used in another project for what?  i have no clue.  so she sat in my lap and guided the pieces of fabric through the machine needle.  she picked the stitch we used for the 'A'.  when she was done, she was so proud.  i was proud of her too.  to see her get so excited.  chatting the whole time about how great it was to sew on my machine.  it was such a sweet moment.  plus... she did a really great job!  just don't look too closely at the back.&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/5444253432923850360-4859974497210072362?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4859974497210072362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4859974497210072362' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4859974497210072362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4859974497210072362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/01/rag-coat.html' title='the rag coat.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SX96PUGY9FI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/sEWYyk_YTi4/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4429839393713166516</id><published>2009-01-21T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:43:33.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SXfAQoYReNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Dz-BGm44MlI/s1600-h/crazy+days+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293911278946973906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SXfAQoYReNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Dz-BGm44MlI/s400/crazy+days+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was raised by a mom (an art teacher) who abled me and my siblings to love creativity!  whether it is drawing, painting, designing, ect.  i try to do that with the kids... ash has taken to it so much better than j.  i have started volunteering in ash's class teaching the classic artists.  i love how everything comes out so different from student to student.  ash has fallen in love with the charcoal.  painting.  pencils.  markers.  everything.  i just love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4429839393713166516?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4429839393713166516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4429839393713166516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4429839393713166516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4429839393713166516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/01/art.html' title='art.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SXfAQoYReNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Dz-BGm44MlI/s72-c/crazy+days+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3039996089592236850</id><published>2009-01-11T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:28:22.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SWrFvPkHbzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gAdPK3iz1z8/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SWrFvPkHbzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gAdPK3iz1z8/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290258127722606386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we all need to harness our 'diva' images.  girls will be girls.  we are fun.  silly.  a little crazy.  always up for something adventurous!  i decided i needed a little diva in my purse... so i made a diva pen.  for some reason it reminds me of greece.   i have never been, but plan to go.  the blues and the greens remind me of 'mama mia'.  can't you just see it.  the blue waters.  the greens of the hillside.  the crystal clear sand beaches.  ah.  to just be there right now.&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/5444253432923850360-3039996089592236850?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3039996089592236850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3039996089592236850' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3039996089592236850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3039996089592236850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/01/diva.html' title='diva.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SWrFvPkHbzI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gAdPK3iz1z8/s72-c/DSC_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-675082911448180390</id><published>2009-01-06T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:07:32.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SWNyFMfrbNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/HCkoo94uFLs/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SWNyFMfrbNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/HCkoo94uFLs/s400/Picnik+collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195821042101458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we had some of our closest friends surprise us on new years eve night.  they came and stayed with us for a night.  it was so sad to see them go... but we did have fun watching the seals do some pretty 'interesting' things at the pier in port san luis.  we had a blast going to pismo for lunch!  it was a short time together, but it is always filled with laughing!  we did a lot.  heck look at the pictures.  jeremy is apparently a pirate.  ashlynn can open her mouth larger than danny.  jeremy and todd look like they are in the 50's on a date drinking out of the same cute at the local diner.  we had a blast together.  hurray for fun friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-675082911448180390?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/675082911448180390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=675082911448180390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/675082911448180390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/675082911448180390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprise.html' title='surprise.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SWNyFMfrbNI/AAAAAAAAAZY/HCkoo94uFLs/s72-c/Picnik+collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1904270722958539340</id><published>2008-12-31T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:38:42.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day # 365.</title><content type='html'>its hard to believe that yesterday was the 365th day of us living here is san luis.  today is the day that we drove up from l.a. to take up residence on the beautiful central coast.  so here is what i did with the last day of my first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. read breaking dawn (not the whole thing)&lt;br /&gt;. made breakfast&lt;br /&gt;. played legos&lt;br /&gt;. taught ash to draw a fish&lt;br /&gt;. had someone come and fix the leak in the bathroom ceiling&lt;br /&gt;. started to made invitations for a friends sons birthday&lt;br /&gt;. worked&lt;br /&gt;. emailed for work&lt;br /&gt;. flipped the switch for the fuse i blew last night (in the house not is my head)&lt;br /&gt;. did crafts with ash&lt;br /&gt;. had left overs&lt;br /&gt;. worked some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it nice to know that the last day of my first year was just so ordinary.  i think it is!  it means that this is starting to feel like home.  can't wait to see what happens this next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1904270722958539340?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9142785438647244439</id><published>2008-12-27T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:28:34.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas.</title><content type='html'>here is my new favorite christmas story.  told by jt... remember he is four!  when i asked him if christmas was about getting presents, he told me NO!  then, without being prompted, he told me that it was about, 'baby jesus being born in a STAPLE in BETHALAHAM.'  i said, ' a STAPLE?'  he said, 'YES mom.  a STAPLE.'  i said, 'that's interesting.'  he responded with, 'yes it is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashlynn got... craft stuff galore!  yeah for crafting.  we have already started making new things.  she has high hopes... tomorrow we will learn how to use a glue gun.  hopefully that won't include cold water and bandages.  what was i thinking?  she got a bike from papa.  an american girl doll of which has it's own christmas outfit.  rollerblades, watch out world... she has come to run you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jt got... legos.  legos.  more legos.  i was smart though, knowing that we were getting legos i went and go storage containers.  one for each set.  yeah for me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new road bike.  i am so stoked.  todd is such a huge rider (when he has time) that i always loved to be able to spend time with him on his turf.  i told him that he can pull the kids in the trailer... then i had at least a fighting chance of some kind of beating him up a slight incline.  we will see.  my dad gave me this beautiful white gold and diamond cross.  i love it.  i have wanted one for such a long time.  since he has been the most spiritual influence in my life, it was significant that i got it from him.  he cried when i opened it... so did i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todd got an ipod &amp;amp; headphones that block out the wind while he rides.  sounds good right, but what happens if there is an emergency vehicle going fast, trying to reach some accident or something?  can he hear it?  who knows, at least they are prepared to help him if he crashes right?  right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to baby jesus being born in a staple in bethalahem.  hope everyone had a magical christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-9142785438647244439?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/9142785438647244439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=9142785438647244439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9142785438647244439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9142785438647244439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='christmas.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2016600232879857620</id><published>2008-12-22T22:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:42:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SVCH_kybVWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5Wy3u4FDN4k/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SVCH_kybVWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5Wy3u4FDN4k/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282871889182283106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took some super cute pictures of the kids today.  i just couldn't decide which ones i loved the most.  these small squares don't do the full image justice, but you just had to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2016600232879857620?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2532739685709567020?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2532739685709567020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2532739685709567020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2532739685709567020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2532739685709567020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/jen.html' title='jen.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-8706033577251318479</id><published>2008-12-18T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T20:37:22.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends.</title><content type='html'>i have some amazing support... from not only my family, but my friends.  i want to share with you the blessings we have seen in the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends came and pick up our kiddos when we got to the hospital so that we were able to run in and see dad.  joel and kim took the kids to mcdonalds, did crafts with them, and talked with them about papa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people opened up their home for us to stay at without us even having to ask... mama fett made us breakfast in the morning, bought us toothbrushes, and talked with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;curtis and diane were waiting at the hospital to come and hug us through all the pain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ben took care of our dogs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people brought us food while we waited with my dad in the hospital.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were some great sales going on so we could get clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;renelle took ashlynn and jeremy to play with cole at skyhigh bounce house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those who had our kids shared the stories with us about them talking about my dad.  that brought me so much comfort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the nursing staff let ash &amp;amp; j go see my dad when he was in the step down unit (you are supposed to be at least 14, but they allowed the kids go give hugs and kisses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so many people came by to see us and give hugs knowing that they might not see my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when we got home our christmas tree was set up with christmas lights already on it (know we left with it thrown into our garage, it was actually still on the top of our car when we got the dreaded call).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lisa, erika, and anna cleaned my house (we left so quickly &amp;amp; were in the middle of setting up our christmas tree that things were everywhere.  they know me well enough to know that situations like that can be a little bit stressful for me.  they set up the tree with ben's help).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there were phone calls &amp;amp; text messages of love and encouragement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i was just so thankful for everyone and everything that was done.  i was amazed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8706033577251318479?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8706033577251318479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8706033577251318479' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8706033577251318479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8706033577251318479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends.html' title='friends.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2694165566866589116</id><published>2008-12-17T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:25:59.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad again.</title><content type='html'>my dad got some preliminary test results.  the pericardium does have cancer in it.  we aren't completely sure what is the next step, but my dad is already talking about what doctor he is going to be talking to next.  he is going to go down fighting... either now or months from now, he isn't giving up or backing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2694165566866589116?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5568959120868340177</id><published>2008-12-17T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:07:50.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>i am convinced that waiting for test results is the hardest part of any process.  right now we are waiting.  the surgery went well.  they drained 700 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cc's&lt;/span&gt; of fluid from around his heart.  he felt instant relief when he woke up from surgery.  the unfortunate part was the unexpected amount of pain and the horrible fever that he got.  there were some blessings too... his nurses have been wonderful.  i know them all by name &amp;amp; they have become my temporary family.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tunjie&lt;/span&gt; his night nurse is an amazing and gentle man from west &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;africa&lt;/span&gt;.  he has proven to be my favorite family member.  he hugged me as they took my dad off for surgery.  man these nurses see a lot.  a friend from high school is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;icu&lt;/span&gt; nurse &amp;amp; was a huge help when my dad's fever spiked up again.  she was so fantastic.  i want to share with you something my dad showed me in a book the day that he went in for surgery.  my brothers church was going through this book &amp;amp; he brought it for my dad.  i suggest you pick up a copy.  it is amazing.  his perspective is so breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ will stand by you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; and at death.  John 14:18 'I will not leave you comfortless; I will come to you.'  When affliction arises, especially if it is for His sake, and you are bereaved of all outward comforts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt; will not leave you comfortless.  When friends fail, and flesh fails, and heart fails, yea, and life fails, Christ will not fail, but will stand by and strengthen you, and be a light to you in your darkest hours, a stay to your spirits when they are ready to sink within you."  Thomas Vincent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The True Christian's Love to the Unseen Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dad is amazing!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5568959120868340177?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5568959120868340177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5568959120868340177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5568959120868340177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5568959120868340177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-4246139644370771695</id><published>2008-12-16T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:19:09.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad.</title><content type='html'>on saturday we got the dreaded phone call that we needed to get down to the hospital in santa clarita because my dad wasn't doing very well.  we are so thankful for today because we weren't even sure if we were going to make it down to say our goodbyes, our i loves yous, or give our hugs and kisses.  today at 7 a.m. my dad is going to undergo a surgery to relieve the pressure around his heart.  we are so thankful that he has made it thus far.  please pray for him.  this will determine if he has an infection around his heart or if his cancer has made it to the pericardium wall.  please pray it is an infection... most of all we want the Lords will, but we can still be a little selfish and pray for the infection as well.  we have all had some very sweet and precious time with him over the last few days... laughter, tears, sleep.  that is how his days have gone.  thank you for praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-4246139644370771695?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4246139644370771695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4246139644370771695' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4246139644370771695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4246139644370771695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/dad.html' title='dad.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9190901001233987080</id><published>2008-12-11T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:39:34.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute phone calls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SUEy6btk2jI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qTClwEQNKZc/s1600-h/JT+%26+Cole+Collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278556217707649586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SUEy6btk2jI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qTClwEQNKZc/s400/JT+%26+Cole+Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this little guy with my kids is jeremy's best buddy.  cole.  we call him colie.  coleford. colie rollie pollie. or sometimes just cole.  both jeremy &amp;amp; cole got to talk to each other on the phone the other day.  i wasn't assisting in the phone conversation because i was on one of my crazy hurry &amp;amp; get out the door moments, but todd was there.  the one thing that i did observe from the other room was what really is important to little kids.  jeremy's question to cole was, 'when are you going to come and stay with me?'  they just want to have time together with someone.  mom.  dad.  or best buddies from santa clarita.  aren't they just so cute together?  they will sit and play quietly for hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-9190901001233987080?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/9190901001233987080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=9190901001233987080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9190901001233987080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9190901001233987080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-phone-calls.html' title='cute phone calls.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SUEy6btk2jI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qTClwEQNKZc/s72-c/JT+%26+Cole+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8565204924846222374</id><published>2008-12-09T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:33:39.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has been a while since the last time i actually got on my blog. about 2 weeks &amp;amp; 1 day to be exact. why do you ask? well let me share with you the lastest findings in my life. i have chosen to find the comedy in all of them... because without laughter i think i might need to be placed in a padded room. no seriously. here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277917817502048450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7uSpnqIMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sYv9RIaKtvU/s400/homeschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. we have found new ways to homeschool. being that we are driving to LA so much to see my dad, the back seat has become a homeschool area! (yes i am driving and taking the picture at the same time, using the rear view mirror). sheer talent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. when you have your bathroom redone because of a leak in several places, there is a layer of dust that comes with the remodel. the dust doesn't remove itself when the workers leave, nor do they pick up the stuff that they have tracked into the house. plus you have be be careful to make sure that you have closed the bottom drawer before you turn around and try to walk past it. i have a feeling that it will puncture a hole in your shin and you will fall to the floor in such agony! no idea how i know that, but i do. maybe it is the magical powers my kids think i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277917813180250850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7uSZhQuuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kXfy5Cs9u2o/s400/bri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. my sister will still bite me when i do something she doesn't like. she is 24 years old. yes 24. all i tried to do was to erase a picture from her camera that she took of me in which i felt i looked too fat. she didn't like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277917810213978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7uSOeDAbI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dCVPdNL6KTo/s400/ashlynn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ashlynn started handing out her number to boys. oh my, it has already started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. it takes 4 firefighters to come and show me how to turn off the alarm for the sprinkler system in the house... all the while jeremy asking if we are going to burn up &amp;amp; say, 'mom what did you do?' oh by the way, all you have to do is flip the breaker switch to 'off'. yes they laughed at me. yes i was home alone. no i didn't call 911.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. which leads to the next observation if you will... when you are calling for help, just call the dispatch number on the first page of the phone book. if you call the city fire department number and leave a message, they will call back the next day. then you have to relive all the drama of the previous day all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. working 35 hours a week can make you a little crazy while attempting to accomplish everything else in life. by the way, 10 cups off coffee in one day IS TOO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. working from home doesn't mean you have more time to clean up the house, it just means that there is another area of the house that needs attention daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. my house won't clean itself. why won't it clean itself. doesn't it know that i have things i need to get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277917833833902626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7uTmdeciI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RkhvfgwQ3HI/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. playing in the rain relieves all the tention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277918167139138882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7unAHovUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/D4GRgdOcCH4/s400/diddy+reese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. and yes... cookies do make everything better. especially when you get a cookie sandwich from diddy reese in westwood. but make sure that you don't park in front of the sign that says you will be towed. you really will be towed. actually it took the guy about 7 minutes to come and almost hook up our car to impound it. my brother talked the guy down from $150 dollars per car to $40 dollars. which reminds me that people are just so darn honest. (laugh now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277917839459813986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7uT7azCmI/AAAAAAAAAYM/4Osxc8qag38/s400/sewing+machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. yelling at the sewing machine doesn't make it go any faster. it just wouldn't sew the shirts i am doing for the boutique tomorrow any faster. ashlynn actually came up and rubbed my back telling me, 'everything is going to be okay.' do you think i went to far by yelling at the sewing machine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277918163179986818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7umxXs34I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ly4XQUL3rMo/s400/gingerbread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. you CAN read a book too many times before it gets frustrating. for some reason this book sent me over the edge. why in the world would a fox want to eat a gingerbread man? who knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8565204924846222374?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8565204924846222374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8565204924846222374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8565204924846222374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8565204924846222374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/12/comedy.html' title='comedy.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/ST7uSpnqIMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sYv9RIaKtvU/s72-c/homeschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2765009797346599634</id><published>2008-11-24T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:36:47.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SStywQBKbsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5Atks0s_tjY/s1600-h/fam+%40++gbc+jr+hi+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SStywQBKbsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5Atks0s_tjY/s400/fam+%40++gbc+jr+hi+camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272433962026430146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a so fun old picture of the all of us when we were getting ready to go out on a canoe.  jeremy isn't even 1 in the picture.  this was at a junior high summer camp that todd had the opportunity to lead worship at... a former high school student just sent it to us!  isn't it so cute.  it is one of my fav pics for some reason.  good times!&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/5444253432923850360-2765009797346599634?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2765009797346599634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2765009797346599634' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2765009797346599634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2765009797346599634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-old.html' title='super old.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SStywQBKbsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5Atks0s_tjY/s72-c/fam+%40++gbc+jr+hi+camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1422239602966774195</id><published>2008-11-16T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:41:07.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye. hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SSBM_6VHRzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pqSerc2sNsM/s1600-h/shoes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296224896763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SSBM_6VHRzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pqSerc2sNsM/s400/shoes+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; goodbye old faithful running shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SSBMN_yJ8_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/9w6otmm99N8/s1600-h/shoes+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295367367291890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SSBMN_yJ8_I/AAAAAAAAAXM/9w6otmm99N8/s400/shoes+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello new ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1422239602966774195?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1422239602966774195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1422239602966774195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1422239602966774195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1422239602966774195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-hello.html' title='goodbye. hello.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SSBM_6VHRzI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pqSerc2sNsM/s72-c/shoes+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9127591071029698509</id><published>2008-11-10T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:54:44.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>colonial days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRjzQa3ihWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_GsovtRYmsw/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267227227625522530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRjzQa3ihWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_GsovtRYmsw/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; history.  atmosphere. laughter. colonial days.  sloca does history day... colonial style.  i was fantastic!  kids running every which way... all in colonial time period outfits.  playing colonial childrens games.  making colonial projects... owner sticks... candles... tin punches... cornhusk dolls.  there was taste testing.  a petting zoo.  it was simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-9127591071029698509?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/9127591071029698509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=9127591071029698509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9127591071029698509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9127591071029698509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/11/colonial-days.html' title='colonial days.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRjzQa3ihWI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_GsovtRYmsw/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-1675415241973769844</id><published>2008-11-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:36:15.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>these top 10 things that have brought me encouragement &amp;amp; joy over the recent weeks.  i am ever convinced that the reason that these images and thoughts have entered in and out of my mind are to be a source of happiess &amp;amp; hope for me when i get down.  some of these wonderful things will always be there, but i know that some of these images are going to change.  as the kids grow up, change is inevitable, but they will always be memories that we come screaming back to me.  while i have been studying the psalms, i have been convicted &amp;amp; encouraged by the fact that even if i fail miserably, God doesn't use that as a way to determine the amount grace &amp;amp; mercy he bestows upon me.  in fact, in my life, there seems to be so much grace, that i am overwhelmed by His greatness.)  here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kids singing&lt;/span&gt; worship songs in the morning.  &amp;amp; reading their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bible&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad @&lt;/span&gt; night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.  giggles&lt;/span&gt;.  laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915078299898610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8Xnap0vI/AAAAAAAAATk/pL4HmKRKpzE/s320/R%26R+wedding+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4. psalm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;121 &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; my worn bible that my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dad gave&lt;/span&gt; me while i was in college. (i am studying the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;psalms &lt;/span&gt;of ascent &amp;amp; loving it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8_74ZaSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/D2XdubILIXs/s1600-h/book+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915770988128546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8_74ZaSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/D2XdubILIXs/s320/book+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;cup of coffee.  a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;warm &lt;/span&gt;blanket.  &amp;amp; a cold &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. fun&lt;/span&gt; books to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915057157838354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8WYp_lhI/AAAAAAAAATM/kJn_yzL8Rr0/s320/book1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;7. rosy red cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8XPT7aQI/AAAAAAAAATc/pWqrLocAKgA/s1600-h/pumpkins+0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915071829240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8XPT7aQI/AAAAAAAAATc/pWqrLocAKgA/s320/pumpkins+0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 8. my kids &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8WyNQLZI/AAAAAAAAATU/GntrIC8Yohk/s1600-h/fall+forward+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915064016612754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8WyNQLZI/AAAAAAAAATU/GntrIC8Yohk/s320/fall+forward+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sunrise &amp;amp; sunset&lt;/span&gt;.  it reminds me of the faithfulness of who God is &amp;amp; the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; radical&lt;/span&gt; way he is able to affect everything by simply (or not simply) giving us a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; source&lt;/span&gt; of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. this one is just extra.  kids dressed up for halloween.  ash is a flower and jt is a lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264915775996860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC9AOikmfI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_bpWz1yD-T0/s320/pumpkins+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-1675415241973769844?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/1675415241973769844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=1675415241973769844' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1675415241973769844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/1675415241973769844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-things.html' title='my favorite things.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SRC8Xnap0vI/AAAAAAAAATk/pL4HmKRKpzE/s72-c/R%26R+wedding+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3735711245156747687</id><published>2008-10-27T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:57:34.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SQaMCSYxW4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ol9QNNik1WM/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SQaMCSYxW4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ol9QNNik1WM/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262047185552366466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that is todd in a yellow suit.  jeremy in a monkey costume.  and it wasn't halloween... of course its not.  we still have a few more days until halloween.  so why the heck are they dressed up?  where did they go?  why would todd dress up like a banana? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  todd was the man with the yellow hat.  jeremy was curious george.  it was for the downtown people puzzle.  the event is done for the high school and junior high students at grace church where the high school juniors &amp;amp; seniors, plus staff dress up and hide downtown in san luis.  the under classman try to find as many people as they can.  todd was easy to find, but they just had such a blast.  the two of them were such a hit &amp;amp; were even asked by a number of families around town if they could have their picture with them.  they had a lot of girls saying, 'ah... how cute.'  a lot of guys thinking how cool it was.  and a few creeps asking in a weird way where todd got the yellow suit.  (there was a hat and everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an experience.&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/5444253432923850360-3735711245156747687?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3735711245156747687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3735711245156747687' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3735711245156747687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3735711245156747687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/yellow.html' title='yellow.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SQaMCSYxW4I/AAAAAAAAASQ/ol9QNNik1WM/s72-c/DSC_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3598888359730374119</id><published>2008-10-22T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:19:55.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy times.</title><content type='html'>this past week has been so extremely hectic!  when isn't our weeks hectic.  we all have our things that keep us busy.  i am trying to figure out how to do this homeschooling thing with a little bit of grace and dignity.  i love the classical training that ashlynn is getting... giving presentations in front of her class about the 'garden of luxemburg', koala bears, &amp;amp; sharing the crazy stories about her pumpkin 'squishy' she made up for her presentation today (p.s. squish fell into the ocean where he ran into a sailboat.  he wanted to find a cheerios for a snack, but he got a best friend instead).  it has been a blessing, sometimes in disguise, but a blessing that has brought our relationship that much closer.  by the way, how the heck to i get through the day with her loving home more than the classroom she gets to go to 2 days a week?  trying to make reading/ phonics fun has been a challenge.  it can be a battle of wills &amp;amp; that isn't something that i want for us.  sorry mom if i was this hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are reading MIKE MULLIGAN right now.  my dad is a developer &amp;amp; gave us a lot of time on job sites as kids.  this is when i wish i was close to one of the job sites where they are doing some grading.  my siblings and i always got rides in the scoops of the tractors.  since we aren't close to any job site, nor do i think they are even grading... ash and i are going to go to the beach to dig a huge hole tomorrow.  just the two of us.  i think it will be quite an adventure.  'mary anne', the character in the book,  is a steam engine.  i am sure we will loose a lot of 'steam' trying to dig a hole!  but her and i are all about adventures.  so we are 'adventuring' tomorrow.  watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-3598888359730374119?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3598888359730374119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3598888359730374119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3598888359730374119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3598888359730374119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-times.html' title='busy times.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-7014953770472036216</id><published>2008-10-13T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:55:01.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unlimited.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SPOm7EHY_kI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mV38Ai3mSLc/s1600-h/Wicked+%26+SCV+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256728723718733378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SPOm7EHY_kI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mV38Ai3mSLc/s320/Wicked+%26+SCV+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me. dad. breezi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH! wicked was amazing. it was... lifechanging. we had such a good time, but more importantly... we had a great time being together &amp;amp; creating lasting memories. we got stuck in traffic, therefore we had the delicate appetizers of the pantages... costco muffins and wine from a plastic cup. we all laughed hysterically as we ate in our little corner by the bar in the lobby. only on a friday night in l.a. would it take you 1 hour &amp;amp; 45 minutes to go 9.2 miles. we shared memories as we drove. used the navigation system that breezi nicknamed 'sally', who was rather disturbed when we didn't go the way she wanted us to... 'sally', not my sister. we sat... the three of us, together. listening to the beautiful music &amp;amp; becoming emotionally wrapped into the characters. we waiting in a line for the bathroom that had the ropes to guide the 'traffic'. on our way home, i couldn't help but be thankful. i am always grateful for such a wonderful &amp;amp; beautiful sister... my best friend. i am always grateful for a spectacular &amp;amp; faithful daddy... a man who has guided me through my whole life.  my daddy. rarely is anything more special than a relationship like this. we had our date night. one that was a long time coming. it was a precious &amp;amp; perfect. memories that will forever be burned into the corners of my heart &amp;amp; mind. my sister, my dad, &amp;amp; i... standing in our little corner &amp;amp; laughing, sharing, &amp;amp; being silly.  together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-7014953770472036216?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/7014953770472036216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=7014953770472036216' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7014953770472036216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/7014953770472036216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/unlimited.html' title='unlimited.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SPOm7EHY_kI/AAAAAAAAAPI/mV38Ai3mSLc/s72-c/Wicked+%26+SCV+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9093430024108561913</id><published>2008-10-07T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:52:18.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t's for the girly.</title><content type='html'>i did ash's t-shirts finally.  i got up at 5:30 this morning.  eeek.  i actually just couldn't sleep, but doesn't it just sound so productive when you tell someone that you got up at 5:30 to start your day?  she has been begging me since i did jeremy's.  you can't really tell, but the one that looks red is actually hot pink.  every little girl needs pink.  on each of the t-shirts there is a button.  i had to do a little embellishment like i did for j's.  it just completes the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnp3NdujI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3SODbOwH_ec/s1600-h/t+shirts+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407359150537266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnp3NdujI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3SODbOwH_ec/s320/t+shirts+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'all of them'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnqI0htwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1dUWa7aQUOE/s1600-h/t+shirts+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407363877779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnqI0htwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1dUWa7aQUOE/s320/t+shirts+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'beach sign'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnqcavlnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pnifgQEzGcI/s1600-h/t+shirts+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407369138345586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnqcavlnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pnifgQEzGcI/s320/t+shirts+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'sand dollar': this one is special because we found the sand dollar together when we were in pismo a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnqTuRK3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/RK2_acUUbO8/s1600-h/t+shirts+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254407366804319090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnqTuRK3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/RK2_acUUbO8/s320/t+shirts+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;' lifeguard tower': this one could be for a boy i suppose, if it was on a boy's t-shirt, but it might look a little funny on a boy if the sleeves have a little puff to them.  they are on girl t-shirts.&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/5444253432923850360-9093430024108561913?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/9093430024108561913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=9093430024108561913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9093430024108561913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9093430024108561913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/ts-for-girly.html' title='t&apos;s for the girly.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOtnp3NdujI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3SODbOwH_ec/s72-c/t+shirts+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5580168425325126323</id><published>2008-10-04T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:18:30.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection.</title><content type='html'>my dad seems to be getting worse.  it has been hard for me to judge while we have been living 3 hours away from him for the past 9 months.  recently i can tell in his voice.  my family has always been really open about my dads cancer, but i think there is a sense of protection that come with a dad/ daughter relationship.  nonetheless, my dad has stage 4 terminal cancer.   it has been a devastating time for me!  harder than i thought it was going to be, but really how are we able to prepare ourselves for the death of a loved one.  i've been battling that thought of losing my dad, almost to the point of it being unbearable.  i was just sharing with a friend that i seem to be crying almost everyday.  i was at the gym the other day, listening to my workout music on my ipod &amp;amp; had a thought of my dad... right there, in the middle of some thug music, the sweating, and the people next to me doing the same thing, i broke down and cried because one day my daddy is going to be home with Jesus and not home with us.  i kept doing the motions of my workout, but the shear fact that i cried in a public place, not talking about it was a huge eye opener for me.  this is something that is going to happen eventually.&lt;br /&gt;so what am i going to do about it?  i am going to make the most of it!  i am going to spend as much time with my dad as i possibly can.  i am going to do fun things and build even more lasting memories.  i began journal-ing to my dad.  writing letters that to him with the memories i have of him as a little girl &amp;amp; even as i've grown up.  there are so many, i don't know how i am going to get through them all.  it has been a fun look back, but i am still so excited for the adventures of our future as father and daughter... he is taking my little sister and i to go see 'wicked' next weekend.  chalk it up as another dad &amp;amp; daughter date that the three of us have done since we were kids.  i can't wait to see what God does through my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5580168425325126323?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5580168425325126323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5580168425325126323' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5580168425325126323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5580168425325126323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflection.html' title='reflection.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4273731899093082036</id><published>2008-09-29T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:48:16.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t-shirts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is the place where i...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...went as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...lay&lt;/span&gt; in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;...built sandcastles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...chased&lt;/span&gt; birds.&lt;br /&gt;...sat with my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; dad&lt;/span&gt;, sister, brother &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...took my senior ditch day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...watch&lt;/span&gt; the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;...surfed.&lt;br /&gt;...watched &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my kids&lt;/span&gt; play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...got stuck&lt;/span&gt; in rip tides.&lt;br /&gt;...enjoy seeing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts were my inspiration for the t-shirts i created for jt! there are always cute things for girls... but not so cute for boys. i took advantage of this and made these super cute shirts. don't worry... i have stuff for cute girl shirts too. i just haven't finished them.  i was just so excited to share these fun shirts.  they have a little bit of red detail on the side of the pictures (which are sewn on), as well as the side of the shirts.  i seriously love them.  j was so excited because i am always making stuff for ash, but now there is a little something for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwZyjk63I/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Y1ijkujVJQ/s1600-h/t+shirts+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251602228860742514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwZyjk63I/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Y1ijkujVJQ/s320/t+shirts+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwaMfLNwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UmB_Dvpns0M/s1600-h/t+shirts+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251602235821602562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwaMfLNwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UmB_Dvpns0M/s320/t+shirts+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'surfboards'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwaTVjN9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hcsu9ymU8PA/s1600-h/t+shirts+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251602237660280786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwaTVjN9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hcsu9ymU8PA/s320/t+shirts+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'vw bus'... my bro had one growing up.  i thought i'd do this one b/c of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwa68julI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aOAafjJ431U/s1600-h/t+shirts+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251602248292874834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwa68julI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aOAafjJ431U/s320/t+shirts+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; 'lined up surfboards'&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/5444253432923850360-4273731899093082036?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4273731899093082036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4273731899093082036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4273731899093082036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4273731899093082036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-shirts.html' title='t-shirts.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SOFwZyjk63I/AAAAAAAAAN8/0Y1ijkujVJQ/s72-c/t+shirts+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8784873047079732029</id><published>2008-09-26T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:43:00.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not so long ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chubby cheeks.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chubby &lt;/span&gt;arms.  chubby hands.  chubby &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feet.&lt;/span&gt;  oh it it is true.  ash was such a chubby baby.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; at her now you would have no idea that she was chubby, but being born at 10lbs 4oz earns you the unfortunate name of the fat baby (no worries she has made her peace with once being fat).  in the hospital there were so many people who came in to see her... people who we didn't even know... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'oh that is the 10lb baby&lt;/span&gt;,' they would say.  chubby-ness and all, she was ours.  our sweet little bundle of joyfulness&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &amp;amp; hope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SN2kmHNNkJI/AAAAAAAAANs/CJCKRLbYeFE/s1600-h/Ashlynn+6+Months+Old+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SN2kmHNNkJI/AAAAAAAAANs/CJCKRLbYeFE/s320/Ashlynn+6+Months+Old+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250533715260313746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month was a very big month for her.  ash turned 6 years old.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 years old.&lt;/span&gt;  that is 4 years away from being 10. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 10&lt;/span&gt; years away from driving.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;12 years&lt;/span&gt; away from college.  time goes fast, but i look back at who she is to me.  she is my love.  my hope.  my joy.  my sweetness.  she is very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt;... even to my feelings.  she is my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt; girl.  she is shy.  she loves to help me around our house.  she loves to help others.  she has taught me that i can love someone so much it hurts.  she is my giver.   she is amazing.  how can i ever repay her for what she has done for me in this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;small young life?&lt;/span&gt;  how am i supposed to help her understand that she has totally changed my life?  how do you i show her i don't know what i would do&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; without &lt;/span&gt;her?  how can i&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; lead&lt;/span&gt; her to be the best she can be?  questions that i am sure i will figure out in the future.  questions that i will have to think about and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;evaluate&lt;/span&gt; as she grows up and becomes the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; self she can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SN2kmN1mbkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Le3Eec1GiDY/s1600-h/ash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SN2kmN1mbkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Le3Eec1GiDY/s320/ash1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250533717040328258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ash @&lt;/span&gt; 6 years old.&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/5444253432923850360-8784873047079732029?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8784873047079732029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8784873047079732029' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8784873047079732029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8784873047079732029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-so-long-ago.html' title='not so long ago.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SN2kmHNNkJI/AAAAAAAAANs/CJCKRLbYeFE/s72-c/Ashlynn+6+Months+Old+%289%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2597534637716533549</id><published>2008-09-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:50:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a blessing.</title><content type='html'>ashlynn &amp;amp; j continually amaze me with their spirit.  i told them that they needed to remember to pray for eli because he was sick.  i was saying this as i was walking out of their room in which they were supposed to be cleaning and weren't!  Leaving a little frustrated i told them that they had 5 more minutes to pick up the remainder of their mess.  when i came in to check on them, they were standing together with their little hands folded together, close to each other &amp;amp; they were praying.  i heard j say that he wanted GOD to bless eli.  ashlynn prayed followed by j... it was the sweetest amen i have ever heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2597534637716533549?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2597534637716533549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2597534637716533549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2597534637716533549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2597534637716533549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessing.html' title='a blessing.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9133793310983273266</id><published>2008-09-09T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:21:13.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>campout.</title><content type='html'>so i didn't take pics of the campout... shame shame.  but here are a few quotes from the kids this weekend that were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  'it's too hot.  i can't handle this.' ash&lt;br /&gt;2.  'who broke the moon?' jt on seeing the half moon&lt;br /&gt;3.  'that's so beautiful.' ash on seeing the milky way&lt;br /&gt;4.  'there's a huge spider in the bathroom, can you kill it before i go?' ash&lt;br /&gt;5.  'mommy you are going hurt your throat and have to get the balls taken out again.' jt on me going wake boarding&lt;br /&gt;6.  'pastor tim almost flipped us (her and sage) off the taco.  i hurt my chin... can i go again?' ash on being pulled behind the boat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-9133793310983273266?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/9133793310983273266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=9133793310983273266' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9133793310983273266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/9133793310983273266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/09/campout.html' title='campout.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5602656723934492460</id><published>2008-09-03T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:08:02.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we destroyed our kids on monday afternoon.  truly we just about brought them to the point of breaking.  it was about 90 degrees outside &amp;amp; we chose to go for a hike up bishops peak.  we had water &amp;amp; food.  two kids.  two parents.  and we actually all wore tennis shoes.  it was just too hot.  we hiked for a long time... almost got to the top, but then both kids broke (almost broke).  we decided to head back down the hill and try again when it was a little less hot to save us from hearing how tired the kids were the whole way down.  we still had a lot of fun.  here are some cute pictures of the kids on the hike.  red cheeks and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SL8ljBcOrOI/AAAAAAAAANc/WBWuxWJVUKk/s1600-h/2676827443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241949774895033570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SL8ljBcOrOI/AAAAAAAAANc/WBWuxWJVUKk/s320/2676827443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ash &amp;amp;&amp;amp; jt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SL8ljUBQTvI/AAAAAAAAANk/UcK6mZ3zxH4/s1600-h/hiking+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241949779882168050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SL8ljUBQTvI/AAAAAAAAANk/UcK6mZ3zxH4/s320/hiking+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our trooper... in his hiking hat as he deemed it.  todd brought it home for him from the high school room.&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/5444253432923850360-5602656723934492460?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5602656723934492460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5602656723934492460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5602656723934492460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5602656723934492460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/09/hiking.html' title='hiking.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SL8ljBcOrOI/AAAAAAAAANc/WBWuxWJVUKk/s72-c/2676827443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-8408714843464349140</id><published>2008-08-30T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:26:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day j wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvk7m9QI/AAAAAAAAANA/E2v0Tp5RIcA/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466749394449666" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvk7m9QI/AAAAAAAAANA/E2v0Tp5RIcA/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;celebration. what a day we had yesterday. our little jeremy turned&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 4 years old&lt;/span&gt;. i truly can't believe that we actually made it to 4. it seems like yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital. i know, i know... so cliche. but truly it does seem like such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i reflected over the past four years of his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little life&lt;/span&gt;, i am amazed at how much he has grown and how much he has added to our life. while he is our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;typical little boy&lt;/span&gt; (always running and blowing things up) he has also brought us such tenderness. j is definitely our cuddle bug. he is our funny man. he is our dare devil. he is so much in our lives, i am not sure i would be the same person without him. i am definitely sure i wouldn't be the same person. each of us has a different &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;connection &lt;/span&gt;with him. ash &amp;amp; j are inseparable. on her first day of school, ash asked me if i thought j was doing okay without her at home. todd &amp;amp; j are&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; best friends. hommie. buddies&lt;/span&gt;. j and i are... well mom &amp;amp; son! i fix his boo boo's. i cuddle with him. i read stories to him. i just love him for who he is. each of us is so blessed to have a little piece of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvFQ9MZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Cf2Wn1ytriA/s1600-h/jeremy%27s+4th+birthday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466740894052754" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvFQ9MZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Cf2Wn1ytriA/s320/jeremy%27s+4th+birthday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we are not simply lucky because of the connection, but because he really is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funny kid&lt;/span&gt;. his imagination is so huge! we used to get reports from him each morning as to who he was going to be that day. some days he was buzz lightyear... others he was jack sparrow. but lately, j has asked us to call him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'turtle' or 'squirt'&lt;/span&gt; (from finding nemo). so we have. he loves turtles for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we let j plan the day. he picked what we had for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all our meals&lt;/span&gt;. breakfast was scones with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;m &amp;amp; m's&lt;/span&gt;. lunch was peanut butter &amp;amp; honey sandwiches. dinner was hot dogs &amp;amp; mac n' cheese. so nutritious. plus he wanted a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; turtle cake... no shock&lt;/span&gt;. we had to go out to los osos and try and see the turtles. unfortunately we didn't see any, but we had fun nonetheless. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it was the day j wanted&lt;/span&gt;... and it was such a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvQ5qWGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z6R7HqDxf7M/s1600-h/jeremy%27s+4th+birthday+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466744017573986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvQ5qWGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z6R7HqDxf7M/s320/jeremy%27s+4th+birthday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a wonderful day full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember when's &amp;amp; refections&lt;/span&gt;! i truly can't wait to see what this year brings us through his precious little... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big life&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvQ5qWGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z6R7HqDxf7M/s1600-h/jeremy%27s+4th+birthday+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-8408714843464349140?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/8408714843464349140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=8408714843464349140' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8408714843464349140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/8408714843464349140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-j-wanted.html' title='the day j wanted.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLngvk7m9QI/AAAAAAAAANA/E2v0Tp5RIcA/s72-c/DSC_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-530881359449421477</id><published>2008-08-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:26:10.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i did it.  on monday i stood back &amp;amp; watched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  ashlynn go to kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;2.  eat with her friends&lt;br /&gt;3.  her listen to her teacher&lt;br /&gt;4.  play on the playground&lt;br /&gt;5.  run out excited when the day was done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLTIH8moTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Qvu2drTI0zY/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLTIH8moTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Qvu2drTI0zY/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239032305391520994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did it.  &amp;amp; i still have my sanity (on tuesday)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  woke up &amp;amp; went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;2.  took a shower&lt;br /&gt;3. prep for home school&lt;br /&gt;4. home schooled without tears (by ashlynn or me)&lt;br /&gt;5. still entertained jeremy&lt;br /&gt;6. plus i worked 4 hours today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. asking todd to do things for me &amp;amp; laughing b/c i am asking a lot(which include trips to the car, water with lemon, and the cord to down load a picture)&lt;br /&gt;2. watching t.v.&lt;br /&gt;3. READY FOR BED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-530881359449421477?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/530881359449421477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=530881359449421477' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/530881359449421477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/530881359449421477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-did-it.html' title='i did it...'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SLTIH8moTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Qvu2drTI0zY/s72-c/DSC_0074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-4967763496180614181</id><published>2008-08-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:18:51.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the chairs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have been blessed with a mom who loves antiques.  i must admit that growing up i didn't share the same affection for antiquing as my mom.  actually i hated them all over our house.  but things have changed.  i am not as crazy about them as my mom is still, but i do love a good story behind the piece that i have in my home.  i have hutch that was passed down to me that is from a farm house in texas from the 1800's.  i have plenty of milk glass &amp;amp; jadeite.  i am blessed to have a french vanity that needs to be restored, but the mirrors are beautiful.  amongst other pieces my mom gave me 6 chairs when she moved to texas... she had so much stuff!!! we got these amazing antique chairs from her that i remember using when i was growing up (some are over 100 years old). they were really worn out and kind of gross! so i re-did them. after 3 trips to home depot... adding colors &amp;amp; changing my mind... i am finally so excited about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237373339661700754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SK7jTbqjDpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hsPpTPHRyiQ/s320/jewelry+%26+chairs+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; the three stages of the chairs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;natural.  primer. &amp;amp; paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237373344959535346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SK7jTvZpmPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cqoryLFtyr8/s320/jewelry+%26+chairs+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i used 4 different colors... here are two. i recovered them with fabric &amp;amp; a plastic cover... aka protection from ash &amp;amp; jt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was  a labor of love!  i enjoy a good project.  this has been my project for the last week.  everyone one got involved.  ashlynn helped me primer.  jeremy made a mess in the garage while i painted.  it was really a lot of fun!  plus i love them.  the color of them is so happy and exciting.  it really changed the looked of our kitchen.  next i am going to paint an antique table that i have.  it is worn and weather &amp;amp; screaming for attention.&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/5444253432923850360-4967763496180614181?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/4967763496180614181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=4967763496180614181' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4967763496180614181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/4967763496180614181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/chairs.html' title='the chairs.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SK7jTbqjDpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hsPpTPHRyiQ/s72-c/jewelry+%26+chairs+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-3918856006678716812</id><published>2008-08-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:29:19.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well... today started off like no other, but it was not surprising to me. you see, we are not the typical family. well, my husband doesn't have a typical job. we woke up this morning (wednesday) to a phone call at 1:30 a.m. there is no reason your phone should ring that early in the morning. but unfortunately ours did. now i know what you are thinking... something horrible happened. oh well, not horrible... just the typical...with a voice on the other line saying 'todd, go look in the front yard!' much to his dismay (as he is sneaking through the house and peeking out the bedroom window)... did we have a surprise... (p.s. they called and were still in the front yard... such amateurs).&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234218891304885186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKOuWXzd28I/AAAAAAAAALc/S6cEFkWesLw/s320/our+crazy+life+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we got tee peed. now some of you may be thinking... why is a 30 year old getting tee peed. being a youth pastor, it happens more than you think. it is really quite a privilege i guess. students spending their parents hard earned money on toilet paper just to spew it about your front yard. we had a good laugh. it was the perfect start to the typical anniversary we have being in ministry. oh did i mention that today is our 8th anniversary.  which we wished each other 'happy anniversaries' while picking up toilet paper in the front yard.  it really was a blessing and a fun reminder of what a wonderful job todd has. usually we are up at hume lake spending our anniversary with 300+ of our closest friends (aka our old church youth group). so it is fitting. ministry goes on. i loved it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234218903246165426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKOuXESfVbI/AAAAAAAAALk/OGduULsp7ac/s320/our+crazy+life+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'cheap labor'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;we paid ashlynn 1 penny for each piece of toilet paper she would pick up. cheap labor. she had a good time cleaning it up. it was really cute. this is the first time she has wanted to help clean it up. money talks with this one, even if it was a penny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234221808805319570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKOxAMVxk5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Rza8etbMX-U/s320/2512869876.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;'we pay higher for the more dangerous jobs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we paid more to get her on the roof. she got 25 cents for getting up there and pulling it all of the roof. this girl has no fear. she was more than willing to get up there. she even jumped down... not to the ground. todd caught her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to top off the anniversary night... todd had to go speak at youth group &amp;amp; at cal poly's campus crusade.  it was a typical 'i married a youth pastor' anniversary.  don't feel too bad, we are celebrating on friday night.  we got a babysitter (thanks taylor) and are going out!  yeah for us!!!  it has been a wonderful 8 years of marriage.  filled with fun, laughter, tears, and my best friend.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-3918856006678716812?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/3918856006678716812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=3918856006678716812' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3918856006678716812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/3918856006678716812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/well.html' title='just another day.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKOuWXzd28I/AAAAAAAAALc/S6cEFkWesLw/s72-c/our+crazy+life+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-5122245492223385133</id><published>2008-08-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:34:15.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things i learned today.</title><content type='html'>1.  we have no control over the direction of our lives... but we can control our attitudes towards the direction.&lt;br /&gt;2.  even when life takes a sudden turn that hurts... your kids still need to be taken care of &amp;amp; that the dishes don't wash themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. we have the opportunity to start fresh after every mistake.  frustrations will arise... thus the need for some alone time to regain your composure &amp;amp; start fresh.&lt;br /&gt;4.  we are not guaranteed a perfect tomorrow... today is the time to show people we love them.&lt;br /&gt;5.  there is always time to be silly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-5122245492223385133?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5122245492223385133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5122245492223385133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5122245492223385133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5122245492223385133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-things-i-learned-today.html' title='5 things i learned today.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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-5444253432923850360.post-5778919521722666244</id><published>2008-08-12T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:03:39.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ashlynn being silly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKGksy4-kUI/AAAAAAAAALU/DBBHQSBL-3Q/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKGksy4-kUI/AAAAAAAAALU/DBBHQSBL-3Q/s320/Photo+75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233645331463180610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ashlynn is known for taking pictures of herself.  we are actually in the process of trying to figure out how to display all the pictures of her she has taken... most without us even knowing.  she has done for the last 3 years so we have a lot to choose from.  we are going to do a huge frame full of them... most of which will embarrass her in the future.  we don't realize what we do as a child will effect us when we are older (there is a sermon in that statement i am sure!).  well she is a cutie, despite this silly picture she took with todd's computer.  we have been reading 'the secret garden' together, doing crafts, doing sidewalk chalk &amp;amp; having the most fun conversations.  it has been such a fun time with her lately.  i really needed that.&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/5444253432923850360-5778919521722666244?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/5778919521722666244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=5778919521722666244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5778919521722666244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/5778919521722666244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/ashlynn-being-silly.html' title='ashlynn being silly.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SKGksy4-kUI/AAAAAAAAALU/DBBHQSBL-3Q/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2561423728541707425</id><published>2008-08-04T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:14:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saying goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;todd had to say goodbye to his bike this past week.  a bike that has thousands upon thousands of miles on it!  he got his kestrel about 12 years ago &amp;amp;&amp;amp; has been riding it ever since.  he found a crack in the frame.  hopefully the newly bought kestrel will honor the warranty (we have the original sales receipt).  i think it was really hard for him.  when he pulled away from the house, the bike was sitting on our bike racks on my car... i was taking it down for my dad to take to a friend down south.  he said he got really emotional.  the second picture is why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJcogUu64yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hg6QYF2fPsA/s1600-h/bike+%26%26+zoo+with+matthew+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230694028000551714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJcogUu64yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hg6QYF2fPsA/s320/bike+%26%26+zoo+with+matthew+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJcoSGB3OHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-s8TltlII_M/s1600-h/bike+%26%26+zoo+with+matthew+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230693783535302770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJcoSGB3OHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-s8TltlII_M/s320/bike+%26%26+zoo+with+matthew+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'michael john sartinsky'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;todd's best friend from junior high, mike, bought the same kind of bikes around the same time.  they rode together all the time.  they even took pictures with their bikes.  i put this sticker on todd's bike right before he did a century up in solvang... the one he did every year with mike.  there was actually three really good friends, todd, mike &amp;amp; john marsh.  these guys were inseparable.  mike was killed by a drunk driver on august 29, 2000.  i think the sentimental attitude behind this bike is why it was so hard for todd to give it up.  you see, he won't ever see his bike again.  we aren't really sure if he will even get a bike from the company that bought out kestrel a year ago.  it really was sad to see my dad take it on the back of his car too.  heart breaking really!  so that is why we had to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5444253432923850360-2561423728541707425?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/2561423728541707425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=2561423728541707425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2561423728541707425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/2561423728541707425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/saying-goodbye.html' title='saying goodbye!'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJcogUu64yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hg6QYF2fPsA/s72-c/bike+%26%26+zoo+with+matthew+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-6210009003636963543</id><published>2008-08-02T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:31:31.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cousins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJUl5G7dx-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HeXT8zxBXww/s1600-h/2426434831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230128205303498722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJUl5G7dx-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HeXT8zxBXww/s320/2426434831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJUl5LnFuPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ClhQjTbUQIk/s1600-h/2426500267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230128206560213234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJUl5LnFuPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ClhQjTbUQIk/s320/2426500267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just another day @ the santa barbara zoo! my nephew &amp;amp; my dad met us down in santa barbara for a little bit of fun together! i think the best part was eating together in the park up on the hill where all the kids tackled my dad @ the same time. it really was a hilarious moment! ash did her typical flying leap jump onto my dad's stomach. ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what a blessing it was to SEE all the kids interact with each other &amp;amp; with my dad.&lt;/span&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/5444253432923850360-6210009003636963543?l=onesummertime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/feeds/6210009003636963543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5444253432923850360&amp;postID=6210009003636963543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6210009003636963543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5444253432923850360/posts/default/6210009003636963543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onesummertime.blogspot.com/2008/08/cousins.html' title='cousins.'/><author><name>summer...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107</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://bp0.blogger.com/__Ab_vpkUmIU/SJUl5G7dx-I/AAAAAAAAAKU/HeXT8zxBXww/s72-c/2426434831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
