<?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-4042396004513685542</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:39:53.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayna with a "Y"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2305738947239545367</id><published>2009-07-24T06:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:00:02.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen, Tyson, and Roman</title><content type='html'>If any of you have kids and want pictures done&lt;a href="http://proverbsthirtyonethirty.blogspot.com/2009/07/owen-tyson-and-roman.html"&gt;, CALL THIS GIRL&lt;/a&gt;!!! She really wants the practice, and SHE IS AMAZING! I've heard this girl will do about anything for a good shot. :o)  She came a few weeks ago after VBS, and even though we were almost rained out, she got in these awesome shots before it started pouring. As she was leaving, I let her borrow the big umbrella so that she wouldn't get her camera wet, and it turned inside out on her!! I felt so bad, but she kept smiling anyway. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is she a great photographer, but she also loves the Lord and is mature in her faith for someone her age...for someone my age!  She's spoken in church before after a youth trip, and I was amazed at the depth of her insight. After that, I began following her work on her blog, which, by the way is titled Proverbs 31:30 because her desire is to be that kind of woman (look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about!)! Sometimes she shares what's going on in her spiritual walk on her blog, too, and it's always so awesome to see God working in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Whit! You're amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2305738947239545367?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2305738947239545367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2305738947239545367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2305738947239545367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2305738947239545367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/07/owen-tyson-and-roman.html' title='Owen, Tyson, and Roman'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7905137947670748375</id><published>2009-06-30T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:42:55.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Roman!</title><content type='html'>The Gonzalez family has grown! We welcomed Roman into our family today. The boys faces lit up when I asked them what they thought about having a dog!  I guess having a dog is part of being a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SkQnQFNrPjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/06OUBrjrm4k/s1600-h/Summer+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SkQnQFNrPjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/06OUBrjrm4k/s320/Summer+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351445414453919282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've asked a friend to take some pictures of the boys with him sometime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7905137947670748375?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7905137947670748375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7905137947670748375&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7905137947670748375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7905137947670748375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-roman.html' title='Meet Roman!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SkQnQFNrPjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/06OUBrjrm4k/s72-c/Summer+2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-3900153277432090333</id><published>2009-06-25T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:37:29.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Picking....YUM YUM!</title><content type='html'>My boys and I have taken a few adventurous trips these past weeks. Our first trip was with some friends to a field across the road from their house with wild blackberries growing rampant!  We trudged out about 6 PM on a Tuesday evening and ended up with about 6 or 7 cups of blackberries! We had blackberry cobbler, blackberry pancakes, blackberries in our cereal and just plain old blackberries and milk!   Our only mistake was not wearing long pants into the thorny bushes, but even through our battle scars, we had a good time. 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&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 239px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/74/227045190_86cc173eb0.jpg?v=0" alt="Blueberry Bowl by MeetaK." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next excursion was to a nearby Blueberry Plantation!  Whatever we picked was only $2.50 per pound! The bushes we picked from were all the way in the back, and since these particular ones hadn't been cut back last year, they were tall enough to give plenty of shade. Tonight I made Blueberry Crisp. I'm going to try to freeze some of these berries instead of being a piggy and eating them all at one time! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="position: relative; top: -410px; margin-bottom: -410px; display: block;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" width="500" height="408" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-3900153277432090333?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/3900153277432090333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=3900153277432090333&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3900153277432090333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3900153277432090333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/06/berry-pickingyum-yum.html' title='Berry Picking....YUM YUM!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SkQlr0nZnEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2_r6mHBmd7o/s72-c/Summer+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-6634264966372697718</id><published>2009-05-08T09:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:28:08.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's growing up!</title><content type='html'>Tyson learned to ride his bike without training wheels this week. He's been practicing for about a month, but yesterday he finally got it down! We are so proud of him. When I figure out how to get the videos off of my camera and onto my computer, I'll post one.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-6634264966372697718?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/6634264966372697718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=6634264966372697718&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6634264966372697718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6634264966372697718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-growing-up.html' title='He&apos;s growing up!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-3697182408400222617</id><published>2009-04-28T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:53:28.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyad Si Eman Ym</title><content type='html'>Gniod saw I tahw tuo erugif ot ouy ekat it did gnol woh? Repap no etirw to si ti naht yaw siht epyt ot redrah neve sti. Edoc ni sgniht etirw ot yaw nuf a s'ti tub, od ot drah si ti. Sdrawkcab delleps erew yeht fi seman ruo yas dluow ew woh ees ot nuf saw ti dna, sdrawkcab seman ruo gnitirw erew ew. Loohcs gniod erew I dna syob eht elihw yadot tsop siht etirw ot aedi eht tog I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-3697182408400222617?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/3697182408400222617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=3697182408400222617&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3697182408400222617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3697182408400222617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyad-si-eman-ym.html' title='Anyad Si Eman Ym'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-5808607538262675043</id><published>2009-04-12T07:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:26:06.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The story's so familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've heard it all before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes it seams like nothing's sacred anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despite our best intentions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere along the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've come to take for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This truth that we've known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cross and the blood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The price that was paid so that we might live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cost of His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll never forsake us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll always forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let us decide right here, right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To refresh our memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of how it felt to be lost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how it feels to be free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The grace of our God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wealth of His mercy outpoured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive us Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive us if we ever forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will glory in the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lest His suffering all be in vain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we ever forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your cross and Your blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The life that You gave us that we might live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we ever forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cost of Your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never forsake us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll always forgive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May we never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-5808607538262675043?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/5808607538262675043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=5808607538262675043&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5808607538262675043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5808607538262675043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-5905844230237289182</id><published>2009-04-10T16:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:39:07.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new kind of vegetable?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tyson asked if he could eat leaves today. Apparently his Uncle &lt;a href="http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dustin&lt;/a&gt; and Uncle Michael pretended to eat them at the park last month at the&lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html"&gt; March birthday party&lt;/a&gt;.  So all this time, Tyson's been thinking about whether or not he should eat leaves, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Tyson heard me telling Dustin that this would be a good thing to blog about.  He made it known then that he doesn't like it when I put things like that about him on my blog. :o( He's too young to already care!&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/4042396004513685542-5905844230237289182?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/5905844230237289182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=5905844230237289182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5905844230237289182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5905844230237289182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-kind-of-vegetable.html' title='A new kind of vegetable?'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4757324705851670911</id><published>2009-04-08T03:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T04:22:48.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you DO care! :o)</title><content type='html'>"Well anyway"....apparently I unintentionally made a few of you feel guilty with my last post. The only one I really wanted to feel guilty was &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com"&gt;my sister&lt;/a&gt; because I just expect her to comment on every single post I write. (I really should cut her some slack though since she's pregnant, right?)  That's really hypocritical of me since I don't comment on everything she writes, but from now on, I resolve to comment on every blog I read.  Thank you to &lt;a href="http://proverbsthirtyonethirty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whitney&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dustin&lt;/a&gt; for your faithful comments. Keep them coming! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what time it is, it's 3:55 AM on the computer clock as I write this.....yes, Tyson woke me up again.  Second time this week.....last time was Sunday at 1:30 AM ....it's &lt;a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-set-for-laep.html"&gt;LAEP week&lt;/a&gt; for crying out loud!! I don't have time to be awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, this post is about vinegar and all the things I have found that I can use it for. I've never actually researched what all it can be used for, but these are ways that I've discovered for myself. Yes, at first it is stinky, but after a few minutes, the smell goes away. I've heard that vinegar is a natural deodorant/disinfectant, but I've never really researched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cleaning fresh fruits and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;My MIL, Carol, called me one day and said she'd read a study showing that if you use vinegar diluted with water to clean fresh fruits and veggies, you will kill more bacteria than just using water or soap and water. We eat a lot of those around here...I'm a little psychotic about my kids eating healthy. Carol knew this and thought I might find it helpful. Little did she know that it was just the beginning of my relationship with this miracle product. I got a spray bottle and filled it with a 50/50 water and vinegar solution and put it under the kitchen sink with my other kitchen cleaning aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning the onion smell off of my cutting board.&lt;br /&gt;I tried it one day when I was trying to make my cutting board not smell like the strong onions and garlic I had just cut up. I had always used bleach before, and it kind of worked, but vinegar worked even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaning the stinky boy's bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 boys...3 if you count my husband....and the little ones make boy messes on their bathroom floor. I wanted them to learn to clean it themselves but was paranoid about them using chemicals, so one day I handed them the bottle of vinegar from underneath the kitchen sink and they got to work cleaning their own bathroom.  They've gotten really good at it now, and I let them keep the vinegar in a place where they can access it any time they make a mess. (I stopped using that bottle in the kitchen...germs! Gross!) I still clean once a week with real chemicals, but the smell the rest of the week in their bathroom is much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cleaning Tyson's bed if he has an accident.&lt;br /&gt;My mom told when I was first potty training the boys that if I put vinegar over a spot on the mattress where they had an accident, it would take the smell away. So ever since that's what I've done.  Tyson sleeps on a plastic sheet underneath his regular sheet so that if he does have an accident, he can pull of his sheets, spray the plastic one with his vinegar bottle, and wipe it down. Then we use Lysol and let it air dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Carpet stains&lt;br /&gt;A friend once told me that if I had a stain on the carpet, vinegar would help bring it to the surface to clean it easier. I'm not sure if I believe that or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;They say vinegar has many health benefits, so eat it in your salad dressings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything in your house that you've found works in unusual ways?  Nikki, I'm guessing you do because I saw a book in Sherry's house that was titled, "How to Clean Just About Anything." If she hasn't shared that with you, shame on her! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk way too much for 3:55 AM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4757324705851670911?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4757324705851670911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4757324705851670911&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4757324705851670911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4757324705851670911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-you-do-care-o.html' title='Because you DO care! :o)'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-203369324560185016</id><published>2009-04-05T05:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:54:03.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who care....</title><content type='html'>Well thank you to all my loyal readers who love to hear from me. On my last post when I asked what you'd like to read about, a whole 2 people responded....I feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the most requested thing that I was asked to write about was the cute things that Tyson says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls Louisiana, "the Lusiana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls pancakes, "pan-a-cakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he says anything that he's been thinking about for a while he says, "Well anyway..." before it. Usually he says it as the start of a conversation. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sings a lot....more than Owen by far. He sings while he's on the toilet, too. :o) His favorite song is "Nothing But the Blood." I recorded him singing it, and it's currently my ring tone on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls mulch, "vulch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells this knock-knock joke all the time...  but he changes up the animals and sometimes he forgets to interrupt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock-knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting cow.&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting.....&lt;br /&gt;MOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite toys are balloons....whether they are blown up, not blown up, or blown up with helium...they are his favorite thing to play with.  That's not really a cute thing he says, but its cute to watch him entertain himself for hours with a single balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's playing hide and seek, instead of saying, "Ready or not, here I come!" he says, "Ready or not, have some fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he may read this post and  be embarrassed by all of these things, but for now, I'll cherish his cuteness. He's growing up way too fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-203369324560185016?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/203369324560185016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=203369324560185016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/203369324560185016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/203369324560185016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-those-who-care.html' title='For those who care....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1877304393531606605</id><published>2009-03-28T07:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:19:40.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i dunt no haow tu spel rele gud.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last posted... been busy cleaning up from a certain birthday party. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the ideas that I've thought of to blog about.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All the things I use vinegar for in my house besides cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My recently discovered reason why I love eating...hint, it's not because I like the taste of food so much.....I really don't have a very good sense of smell or taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cute things Tyson says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lil Owen's piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if  you're interested in any of these, and maybe I'll post about them later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out this &lt;a href="http://proverbsthirtyonethirty.blogspot.com/2009/03/may-he-poop-on-my-knee.html"&gt;video that Whitney posted&lt;/a&gt;....it's hilarious....at least to me....some of you may find it inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this on Owen's computer, so I have no automatic spellchecker....i dunt no haow tu spel rele gud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1877304393531606605?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1877304393531606605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1877304393531606605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1877304393531606605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1877304393531606605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dunt-no-haow-tu-spel-rele-gud.html' title='i dunt no haow tu spel rele gud.'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-423116564838014730</id><published>2009-03-07T01:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:58:50.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be insane</title><content type='html'>Little Owen will turn 7 on Monday, so tonight we're having his party with all of his friends. We had 8 kids come over and 7 of them spent the night. That's right. I had a total of 10 kids at my house tonight.  It was complete madness. I was so thankful that my mom came and helped out for the party part of it all.   She helped serve the food and clean up, Big O did the games outside, and I took care of battle wounds and broken things.....like the piano bench....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen wanted an Army party, so all the guys dressed up in camouflage and came ready for battle.  The first game was shooting the terrorist. Owen painted a head on a tree and they took turns shooting it with the paintball gun.  Then they came in and ate pizza (nothing army about that, but that's what the birthday boy wanted).  After dinner it was dark, so we gave them their glow sticks around their necks (so we could count how many were in the back yard in the dark) and returned for more target practice. The next game was to shoot a water gun at a candle and blow out the flame.  This was when we had our first injury.  While they were all running around in the dark waiting for their turn, one of the boys knocked another one in the head.  He was pretty upset for a while, but more mad than hurt.  While they were outside doing that, my mom cut up the cake to serve, and I realized a little while ago that we forgot to sing Happy Birthday and let him blow out candles!  We'll do that tomorrow and put the candles on his pancakes...that's still cake right?  He wants apple pie on his real birthday.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have another game after the cake and presents, but that's when the piano bench got broken, so I just decided to let them run around in the yard for a while and get out all of their cake energy.  They came inside about 2100 hours to get ready for bed and watch a movie.  The only girl that came left then (her brother stayed and she wanted to stay but we told her that girls can't spend the night with boys until they're married :o).  They watched "Over the Hedge" and "Pinocchio."  I fell asleep during the first movie sitting in the recliner while Big O did his schoolwork and supervised from the kitchen table.  His brother came around 2200 hours.  Around midnight, the movies were all over, I woke up, and we turned out the lights.  By then only my boys and a few others were still awake, but they had no problem going right to sleep.  They are all so cute lined up like sardines in a can on the living room floor. My cousin who is 10 is the oldest one here, so I let him sleep on the couch. The others range in age from 5-8.  For the most part, all of the boys have been really well behaved...I stressed out a lot beforehand about them misbehaving, but so far it's not been too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom looked for the hole in my head before she left......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-423116564838014730?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/423116564838014730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=423116564838014730&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/423116564838014730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/423116564838014730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-be-insane.html' title='I must be insane'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8113007087970615268</id><published>2009-02-27T07:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:32:32.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont have to read this post....seriously...don't!</title><content type='html'>My cousin, &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-i-blog.html"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;, tagged me to show you where I blog...so here it is in all of its glory and clutter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SafbPUHxwZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-UuIy2KE_5w/s1600-h/blog+pictures+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SafbPUHxwZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-UuIy2KE_5w/s320/blog+pictures+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307451742025269650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it looks when I have students come for lessons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SafbPEKnzSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8iGpyq-Su70/s1600-h/blog+pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SafbPEKnzSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/8iGpyq-Su70/s320/blog+pictures+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307451737742232866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the cords on the floor hanging down from the top of the armoire. (I had to look up how to spell that...took way too long. :o)  One day I'm going to scream over cords...that's my life as married to Mr. PC.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I still have my Dicken's village up because it's still winter...it's not a Christmas scene it's a winter scene with snow....something unheard of here where we live. (Tomorrow my tea Sri Lankan set will go back up becaues March is really not winter anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the places in my home, I think this is one of the worst....I have 2 horrible rooms (mine and the laundry room) and this desk....outside we have the horrible garage and the screened in porch....and down by the lake...who am I kidding? The whole outside is a mess!  All of these places make me feel like I am so unorganized and I hate that!!   I'm not the most organized or neatest person in the world (Michael got all of those genes from Granny), but I like to pretend that I am.   So now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging Pam (who comes to my house every week but has never seen the inside. :o), Whitney, Elizabeth, Patti and Megan. The rules are that you cannot move anything from where it was before you take your picture...if you have a laptop, take a picture of it where it is right now!!  Anyone else who wants to play, consider yourself tagged. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8113007087970615268?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8113007087970615268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8113007087970615268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8113007087970615268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8113007087970615268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-dont-have-to-read-this.html' title='You dont have to read this post....seriously...don&apos;t!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SafbPUHxwZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-UuIy2KE_5w/s72-c/blog+pictures+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-135806934137384363</id><published>2009-02-19T07:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:42:15.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This may be the Prednisone talking....I feel very preachy today .....</title><content type='html'>I was challenged this morning.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These passages are all from the Holman Christian Standard Bible translation&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; emphases mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch out, brothers, so that there won't be in any of you an evil, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unbelieving heart &lt;/span&gt;that departs from the living God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But encourage each other daily, while it is still called today , so that none of you is hardened by sin's deception.&lt;/span&gt;  (Hebrews 3:12-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the person who has entered His rest has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rested from his own works&lt;/span&gt;, just as God did from His. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let us then make every effort to enter that rest, so that no one will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fall into the same pattern of disobedience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Hebrews 4:10-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what comes between these passages talks about the children of Israel who did not believe the Word of God through Moses and who rebelled and disobeyed in the wilderness. Because of their unbelief and disobedience, they were not allowed to enter "God's rest," their Promised Land.   As New Testament believers, our "rest" comes from obedience to God's Word, too.  But that's not easy!! Sometimes I am so weak....I don't do the things that I know I should. I stumble and fall and have to get up and try again.  I get so discouraged sometimes because I seem to make the same dumb mistakes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was very encouraged by this passage after having had my toes stepped upon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....We do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One &lt;/span&gt;who has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tested in every way&lt;/span&gt; as we are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet without sin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore let us approach the throne of grace with boldness, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us at the proper time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Hebrews 4:15-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try to do it on my own, I fail miserably. It's God's mercy and grace that has and will continue to save me.  The faith that I have to obey Him comes from Him, too (Ephesians 2:8).  I cannot live the way He desires of me in my own power....only by His grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-135806934137384363?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/135806934137384363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=135806934137384363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/135806934137384363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/135806934137384363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-may-be-prednisone-talkingi-feel.html' title='This may be the Prednisone talking....I feel very preachy today .....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-5360798514886067298</id><published>2009-02-18T07:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:43:14.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An answer to prayer</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks we have battled bronchitis here in our home. Tyson had it first and now I have it.  Little O has a cold and I'm monitoring him carefully to make sure he doesn't get bronchitis, too. Needless to say, school was a wash 2 weeks that Tyson was on albuterol.  Last Friday I was so frustrated that I started seriously considering putting them in school this week.  So I started talking to Owen and asking God if this was His answer to my prayer that life could settle down some for us.  I thought I probably shouldn't make any rash decisions while we are all sick, but school has been very hard for me this year.  I have to work almost every afternoon and I feel like I'm not able to give their schooling the attention it deserves.  It would be so much easier if I could work while they're at school, and then I could play with them when they get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up late, but I decided that I should spend my time with the Lord anyway.  When I turned to the last chapter in 2 Timothy (where I am in my scheduled reading plan), the title of the first section was "Fulfill  Your Ministry."  Before I even started reading,  I knew that God was about to answer my prayer.  This is what the passage says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30045" class="versenum" value="1"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Before God and Christ Jesus, who is going to judge the living and the dead, and by His appearing and His kingdom, I solemnly charge you:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30046" class="versenum" value="2"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;proclaim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the message; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;persist&lt;/span&gt; in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;whether convenient or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rebuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;correc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;encourage with great patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30047" class="versenum" value="3"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For the time will come when they will not tolerate sound doctrine, but according to their own desires, will accumulate teachers for themselves because they have an itch to hear something new.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30048" class="versenum" value="4"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They will turn away from hearing the truth and will turn aside to myths.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30049" class="versenum" value="5"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But as for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;keep a clear head about everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;endure hardship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; do the work of an evangelist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fulfill your ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30050" class="versenum" value="6"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am already being poured out as a drink offering,  and the time for my departure is close.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30051" class="versenum" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fought the good fight&lt;/span&gt;, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finished the race&lt;/span&gt;, I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept the faith&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-HCSB-30052" class="versenum" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the future, there is reserved for me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crown of righteousness&lt;/span&gt;, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on that day, and not only to me, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to all those who have loved His appearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my ministry at this time in my life is primarily to my children.  It's hard to accept that at times when there is so much more that I wish I could be doing....but God has pointed out to me over and over that their lives are so very precious to Him and He has given them to me for only a short season.  I pray that they will not "turn away from hearing the truths and turn aside to myths."  Right now, God has given me the responsibility to lay a strong foundation, to "train them up in the way they should go so that when they are old they will not depart from it." This part of the race is very hard for me, but I know that "I can do all things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;through Christ&lt;/span&gt; who gives me strength."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-5360798514886067298?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/5360798514886067298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=5360798514886067298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5360798514886067298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5360798514886067298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/answer-to-prayer.html' title='An answer to prayer'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7767209351356026984</id><published>2009-02-17T01:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:29:10.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 1:17 AM.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm worried and I can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I count my blessings instead of sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I fall asleep counting my blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my bankroll is getting small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think of when I had none at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I fall asleep counting my blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're worried and you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just count your blessings instead of sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fifty points to whoever can name this song, another 30 to whoever can name who sings it, and 20 more if you can name what movie it's from....and no cheating by googling!! :o)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Angela....it would kind of be unfair for you to play....can you not tell everyone the answers until they've had a chance to guess? If you know who wrote it without googling, you can win. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm trying something new to help me fall asleep...hot chocolate made with milk. When I drink it before bed, I usually fall asleep in my recliner. Warm milk makes me sleepy.  So between that and counting my blessings, hopefully I'll be asleep before it's time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4042396004513685542-7767209351356026984?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7767209351356026984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7767209351356026984&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7767209351356026984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7767209351356026984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-117-am.html' title='It&apos;s 1:17 AM.....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-871350683702566146</id><published>2009-02-12T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:21:46.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon all the CAPTIALIZATION!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for WEEKS to tell everyone...ANGELA IS GONNA HAVE A BABY!!! I'm so excited for her! I've been excited ever since she told me they were trying!  It's so awesome!!! I'm going to be an AUNT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-871350683702566146?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/871350683702566146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=871350683702566146&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/871350683702566146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/871350683702566146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/pardon-all-captialization.html' title='Pardon all the CAPTIALIZATION!!!!!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4094576911888257374</id><published>2009-02-10T07:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:11:01.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free stuff.....still!</title><content type='html'>Jessica over at &lt;a href="http://dontgivehimcrackers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Don't Give Him Crackers &lt;/a&gt;has 5 giveaway drawings still open. The last giveaway closes on Saturday, February 14th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4094576911888257374?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4094576911888257374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4094576911888257374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4094576911888257374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4094576911888257374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-stuffstill.html' title='Free stuff.....still!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7971522581640698541</id><published>2009-02-09T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:15:47.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter "T" for me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; assigned me the letter "T" for Alphabet Tag.  "T" is for "Third of October," which is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT ME THAT START WITH THE LETTER "T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thirsty-that's what I've been all day!&lt;br /&gt;2. Tired- I've been that, too....probably has something to do with this cold I'm fighting off (or possibly the lack of sleep a few nights ago.....).&lt;br /&gt;3. Tyson-my favorite 5 year old in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;- the name of one of my favorite books by....&lt;br /&gt;5. Ted Dekker- my favorite author!&lt;br /&gt;6. Two-the number of siblings Owen and I have, and also the number of children we have.&lt;br /&gt;7. Thrifty- something we have to be right now that comes easily to me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Talkative- I am when I've been cooped up in the house too much. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;9. Timely-I hate being late!! So much so that when I am, I get a bit....&lt;br /&gt;10. Testy! Just ask Owen...I turn into a monster when my schedule does not go as planned. (I read that to him and he said, "No joke! You grow fangs and horns, and you turn all red!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun...and not too hard!  Anyone who wants to play along can leave a comment, and I'll assign you a letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7971522581640698541?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7971522581640698541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7971522581640698541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7971522581640698541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7971522581640698541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-t-for-me.html' title='The Letter &quot;T&quot; for me....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-3025466559639132036</id><published>2009-02-07T03:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:25:25.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 3:17 AM as I start writing this post.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep....this happens sometimes....one of the boys will need something in the middle of the night and then 2 hours later, I'm still awake....thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;about my Sunday School class&lt;br /&gt;about a friend who needs to be in Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;about a friend who just had a baby&lt;br /&gt;about all the babies I'm going to meet this year&lt;br /&gt;about that light on the stupid air freshener that keeps blinking&lt;br /&gt;about how stupid that air freshener is when it scares me and blows a puff of fresh air when I'm least expecting a mouse-like noise in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very quiet....the only sound I hear is my husband's deep, regular breathing...&lt;br /&gt;the kind of breathing I should be doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about how glad I am that my husband doesn't snore&lt;br /&gt;about Tyson...is he getting better? (he's been sick)&lt;br /&gt;about whether or not I should have called the doctor today since I can't call again until Monday&lt;br /&gt;about how precious my husband and children are&lt;br /&gt;about the blinking light&lt;br /&gt;about the light that just came on outside....probably because that dumb white cat came in the yard again&lt;br /&gt;about the dumb white cat who thinks our yard is his home&lt;br /&gt;about the dogs who are not ours but who like to get into our trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just get up for the day and take a nap this afternoon? Nope, can't. Have plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, elusive sleep! &lt;br /&gt;Now it's 3:23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-3025466559639132036?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/3025466559639132036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=3025466559639132036&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3025466559639132036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3025466559639132036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-317-am-as-i-start-writing-this-post.html' title='It&apos;s 3:17 AM as I start writing this post.'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2679600050135783836</id><published>2009-02-06T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:14:01.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajamas, Q-tips, and Somethine Must be in the Water</title><content type='html'>Little Owen has woken up twice in the past week wondering where his pajamas went....he's been waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and leaving his pajamas in there on the floor, but he doesn't remember doing it when he wakes up. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped using Q-tips in my ears recently because my friend got a horrible ear infection from using them. The doctor told her that it's really easy to damage the inside of your ear, even with a Q-tip, and that is what happened with her. She was in immense pain for over a week, so I stopped using them so that it wouldn't happen to me.  Now I feel like my ears are gross all the time. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 10 people who are expecting right now...what's up with that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2679600050135783836?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2679600050135783836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2679600050135783836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2679600050135783836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2679600050135783836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/pajamas-q-tips-and-somethine-must-be-in.html' title='Pajamas, Q-tips, and Somethine Must be in the Water'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1808510060730602897</id><published>2009-02-03T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:49:00.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you as cold as I am?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl-c12cTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xcIZywWOKO8/s1600-h/Jan+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl-c12cTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xcIZywWOKO8/s320/Jan+2009+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294304591774904626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl96aRr-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9Q9NonBbSvU/s1600-h/Jan+2009+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl96aRr-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9Q9NonBbSvU/s320/Jan+2009+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294304582532444130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl9tIRbWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2-7LvCqHVaY/s1600-h/Jan+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl9tIRbWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2-7LvCqHVaY/s320/Jan+2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294304578967268706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl9D--osI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UQMFl9cKr7k/s1600-h/Jan+2009+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl9D--osI/AAAAAAAAAI4/UQMFl9cKr7k/s320/Jan+2009+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294304567922434754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl85_9-hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GQF4rTQk-Es/s1600-h/Jan+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl85_9-hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GQF4rTQk-Es/s320/Jan+2009+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294304565242231314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen turned the sprinkler on last week when it froze overnight.  The boys had so much fun playing in the icicles. I even let loose and started school late because I know that there aren't many opportunities like this where we live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1808510060730602897?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1808510060730602897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1808510060730602897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1808510060730602897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1808510060730602897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-as-cold-as-i-am.html' title='Are you as cold as I am?!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXkl-c12cTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xcIZywWOKO8/s72-c/Jan+2009+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2405297505163145452</id><published>2009-02-01T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:22:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free stuff!</title><content type='html'>Jessica over at Don't Give Him Crackers! is having a giveaway every day this week!  &lt;a href="http://dontgivehimcrackers.blogspot.com"&gt;Check out her site&lt;/a&gt; for more details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2405297505163145452?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2405297505163145452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2405297505163145452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2405297505163145452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2405297505163145452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-stuff.html' title='Free stuff!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2592812273513424283</id><published>2009-01-30T06:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:45:13.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Effectively Waste Time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: Owen came up with the title....that's what he thinks of this post anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;My sister&lt;/a&gt; wanted each of us to write something in our own handwriting and link up to her blog to show it to all of our blogging buddies.  If you want more on that, visit &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2009/01/handwriting-challenge.html"&gt;her post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SYLmR_rYCAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mkRCenG7RlI/s1600-h/blog+pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SYLmR_rYCAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mkRCenG7RlI/s320/blog+pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297049308566652930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to play along, link up to her site through Mr. Linky....it was kinda fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years from now, our grandkids will look at these posts and wonder what this strange script is....they won't know how to write because they will only ever have to type things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2592812273513424283?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2592812273513424283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2592812273513424283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2592812273513424283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2592812273513424283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-effectively-waste-time.html' title='How to Effectively Waste Time.....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SYLmR_rYCAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mkRCenG7RlI/s72-c/blog+pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2994899595480860108</id><published>2009-01-28T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:29:00.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which voice will I listen to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was praying this morning that I would have the faith that I need to get done what needs to be done. I prayed like the man who needed Jesus to heal his son, "Lord, I do believe. Help my unbelief!"  Then the words to the chorus of this song popped into my head. It's one of my favorite Casting Crowns songs and if you've never heard it,&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwsvqVmFV6Y"&gt; click here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I would do to have the kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Onto the crashing waves.&lt;br /&gt;To step out of my comfort zone into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is&lt;br /&gt;And He's holding out His hand.&lt;br /&gt;But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The waves they keep on telling me time and time again,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Boy, you'll never win! You'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;But the voice of truth tells me a different story.&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says, "Do not be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;The voice of truth says, "This is for My glory."&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me,&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I would do to have the kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant&lt;br /&gt;With just a sling and a stone.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors shaking in their armor&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand.&lt;br /&gt;But the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at me,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed.&lt;br /&gt;The giant keeps on telling me time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, you'll never win! You'll never win!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stone was just the right size to put the giant on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;And the waves they don't seem so high from on the top of them looking down.&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with the wings of eagles when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Singing over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why it is so hard for me to believe the Lord sometimes.  I've seen His hand working in my life; I know that I am His and that He has called me. Why do I ever doubt? I have every resource needed at my disposal through the power of Christ and His death and resurrection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2994899595480860108?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2994899595480860108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2994899595480860108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2994899595480860108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2994899595480860108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/which-voice-will-i-listen-to.html' title='Which voice will I listen to?'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7182470355251369483</id><published>2009-01-24T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:34:00.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at home</title><content type='html'>I was challenged at MOPS this week to have more fun at home.  I am a fuddy-duddy/fun-sucker by nature, so having fun is something that I have to plan. I am not spontaneous or carefree or creative...those are just not the gifts God has given me.  But children need fun and since they never leave me to go have fun at school, I need to start planning fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this afternoon I made cookies with Tyson.  A very special family in our church gave us a jar of Holiday Mint Cookie mix for Christmas, and since all the holidays are over, today was a good day to use it. Tyson loves to cook, so I got him busy mixing the dough.  The directions said to use your hands, and I don't really like getting my hands messy, so that was a really good job for Tyson. (Unfortunately, Tyson's not keen on getting his hands messy, either, so I'm not sure how much fun that part was for him.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXbJeno735I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AI95AG9DP4E/s1600-h/Jan+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXbJeno735I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AI95AG9DP4E/s320/Jan+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293639939894534034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we mixed the dough, the directions said to make the dough into balls...again, involving getting your hands dirty. Tyson was busy washing the dough off of his hands, so I had to get my hands messy after all.  I got finished with the first pan of cookies and realized that the flour in the bottom of the bowl hadn't gotten mixed in very well (because the adult in the room didn't help mix!) so I had to get my hands really messy and mix it up myself.  By that time, Tyson was back to finish rolling the dough into balls, and we found a good compromise. I washed my hands and then used spoons to make globs of dough, and Tyson used his ballmaking-skills to make the dough globs into nice neat little balls (commenting as he did so that this was not making his hands THAT dirty and that teacher in K3 had taught him how to make good balls out of playdough and that's why he was so good at it now. So cute. :o)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXbJ1aDBuEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACHO7P1kh4Y/s1600-h/Jan+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXbJ1aDBuEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ACHO7P1kh4Y/s320/Jan+2009+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293640331382863938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He did a really good job and the cookies turned out wonderfully!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I only did something fun with Tyson and not with Owen, and I'll have to tell you it's because Owen would rather be reading a book....just like his mother. :o)  So while Tyson was taking his bath tonight, I played two games of checkers with Owen. I won the first game and he won the second.  Yes, a 6 year old beat me at checkers, and no, I did not let him win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7182470355251369483?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7182470355251369483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7182470355251369483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7182470355251369483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7182470355251369483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-at-home.html' title='Fun at home'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SXbJeno735I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AI95AG9DP4E/s72-c/Jan+2009+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-3080384790259686611</id><published>2009-01-21T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:00:01.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving my brainpower for another post instead of a fancy title...</title><content type='html'>I've recently been thinking about all that I do... wife, homeschooling mom, piano teacher, ministry assistant, choir member, orchestra member, T&amp;amp;T records keeper, MOPS mentoring mom, cook, maid, taxi driver, child psychologist, referee...need I go on?  Sometimes I get overwhelmed and I wonder what I can cut out....Owen and the boys?....how could you ask such a thing?!.....homeschooling?  No, God has made it clear that for now that's what we need to do. Work?  Well, we need to eat and so I guess I'll have to do that for a while longer, too....Church?....again, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through the whole list and asked God what I could just quit doing and you know what He told me? STOP WHINING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And He has said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.' Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of my responsibilities have changed, but from here on out, I want to have a different attitude about them.  If I am faithful to do what He has called me to do and if I am doing it for His honor and glory (NOT MY OWN), then He will be faithful to empower me to do it.  His grace is sufficient.  He didn't say it would be easy, but He did say that He will use this to make me more like His Son for His glory.  And isn't that the point? To glorify God.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-3080384790259686611?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/3080384790259686611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=3080384790259686611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3080384790259686611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3080384790259686611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/saving-my-brainpower-for-another-post.html' title='Saving my brainpower for another post instead of a fancy title...'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-3001065948581325695</id><published>2009-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:00:03.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures that I've taken over the last few months.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbO8QJjI/AAAAAAAAAII/eInfki3fgX4/s1600-h/Dec+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbO8QJjI/AAAAAAAAAII/eInfki3fgX4/s320/Dec+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501319958111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My precious boys getting ready to go on a 5 hour car ride to visit family in Georgia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVa1yjYII/AAAAAAAAAIA/ruNfcxA5o38/s1600-h/Dec+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVa1yjYII/AAAAAAAAAIA/ruNfcxA5o38/s320/Dec+2008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501313206542466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful mama and me getting ready for that same 5 hour drive.......&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbeLlTDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BkiRZOiDDSg/s1600-h/Dec+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbeLlTDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BkiRZOiDDSg/s320/Dec+2008+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501324048944178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dustin sleeping after driving for hours and hours....&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgUvwi-FCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P1fycUukB0A/s1600-h/Dec+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgUvwi-FCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/P1fycUukB0A/s320/Dec+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289500573064631330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyson getting ready to sleep in the tent he got for Christmas from his Grammy and Paw Paw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgUw-FR9aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BvmsUFTjVLg/s1600-h/Dec+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgUw-FR9aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BvmsUFTjVLg/s320/Dec+2008+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289500593878070690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen doing the same.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgUwZzdvoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBqt0mLeLYQ/s1600-h/Dec+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgUwZzdvoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iBqt0mLeLYQ/s320/Dec+2008+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289500584139669122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;, Michael and me on Christmas Eve at Granny and Poppa's house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is a picture I found of the boys after Tyson got stitches and &lt;a href="http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/rabbity-rabbit-part-3.html"&gt;before he got rid of the bunny...&lt;/a&gt;.I found it in the same folder as the picture of &lt;a href="http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html"&gt;Owen&lt;/a&gt; that I posted last time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbv9Q4DI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ozzBcelzddI/s1600-h/Feb+2008+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbv9Q4DI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ozzBcelzddI/s320/Feb+2008+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289501328820723762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-3001065948581325695?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/3001065948581325695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=3001065948581325695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3001065948581325695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3001065948581325695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgVbO8QJjI/AAAAAAAAAII/eInfki3fgX4/s72-c/Dec+2008+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-540787053170982915</id><published>2009-01-09T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:50:21.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>WELL it's been a while since I've posted, and since I have both time and a subject, now is as good as any. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this post and here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer&lt;br /&gt;2.  Select the 4th picture in the folder (no cheating -- cropping, editing, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tag 4 other people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgJ6zk9JAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06rRE0AX_9Y/s1600-h/Feb+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgJ6zk9JAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06rRE0AX_9Y/s320/Feb+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289488668228920322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my wonderfully talented husband, Owen in a very natural pose.  He was playing one day when I had the camera out (2-16-08).  I'd forgotten about it until I was tagged for this post, and I'm glad that I have a good reason to share it with all of you.  He is very photogenic don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tag &lt;a href="http://hekeepsmesinging.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://proverbsthirtyonethirty.blogspot.com/"&gt; Whitney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://specialfamilymemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tessa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patti&lt;/a&gt; because I'm sure that all of them will have great pictures to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4042396004513685542-540787053170982915?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/540787053170982915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=540787053170982915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/540787053170982915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/540787053170982915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SWgJ6zk9JAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/06rRE0AX_9Y/s72-c/Feb+2008+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4053968866132638991</id><published>2008-11-07T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:11:32.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>This week I was really hungry for some pumpkin pie but I didn't want to take the time to make a pie crust.  My favorite part of the pie is the filling anyway, so I searched for a recipe for pumpkin custard all over the internet.  It took a while before I found one that I already had all the ingredients, and I &lt;a href="http://www.dld123.com/sweetsavvy/recipes/recipe.php?id=R27"&gt;found this one&lt;/a&gt;.  The only thing I did differently was use regular sugar instead of one of her sweetner options.  I thought a whole cup would be too much, so I used about 3/4 of a cup instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out okay.  Pie would have been better for sure, but it did satisfy the craving....for a while anyway. I'm sure that in a few days I'll be wanting some of the real thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to participate in Recipe Fun Friday, it's quite simple. Just head type out or post a link to a new recipe that you've tried this week and then head over to &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/11/recipe-fun-friday-strawberry-lemonade.html"&gt;Nikki's blog&lt;/a&gt; to link up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4053968866132638991?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4053968866132638991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4053968866132638991&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4053968866132638991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4053968866132638991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/11/recipe-fun-friday.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1073732359762992799</id><published>2008-10-30T08:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:28:59.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He'll be the richest one in the family soon.</title><content type='html'>Owen lost his second tooth Wednesday night and received another dollar from his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SQmqAAx8wJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W_WqWyKZ4XI/s1600-h/Fall+2008+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SQmqAAx8wJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W_WqWyKZ4XI/s320/Fall+2008+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262924556745359506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flattering picture, huh?  He's so funny.  When we got home from church, I told Tyson and him to hurry and get ready for bed because it was late, and I knew they'd be tired the next morning if they didn't get to bed at a decent time.   Owen was being unusually slow, and I started to fuss at him for it when I noticed that he kept putting his finger in his mouth. At first I thought he was eating something, but then he said that his tooth was hurting and he thought it was about to come out. Thankfully, Big O came in at just the right time. (I don't do wiggly teeth...it gives me the willies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth came out without much drama...not even blood thankfully.  His teeth are so tiny...not much bigger than a broken piece of pencil lead! He definitely didn't get his itty bitty teeth from me. I have big honkin' teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1073732359762992799?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1073732359762992799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1073732359762992799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1073732359762992799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1073732359762992799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell-be-richest-one-in-family-soon.html' title='He&apos;ll be the richest one in the family soon.'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SQmqAAx8wJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/W_WqWyKZ4XI/s72-c/Fall+2008+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-6645204635524264763</id><published>2008-10-25T07:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:54:45.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday....on Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SQMAAMMQaKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oMEI3bnvOLs/s1600-h/Fall+2008+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SQMAAMMQaKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oMEI3bnvOLs/s320/Fall+2008+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261048792971503778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen made muffins yesterday....I know it's supposed to be a new recipe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; made, but husbands count, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't played this game yet, you're supposed to try a new recipe during the week and on Friday share it with everyone and link up to &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipe-fun-friday-sweet-pineapple.html"&gt;Nikki's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new recipes are Skittles Muffins and M&amp;amp;M Muffins.  He made them up based on a recipe he had for chocolate chip muffins.   All he did was replace the chocolate chips with M&amp;amp;M's in one batch and Skittles in the others. The funny part about the whole thing is that he used Splenda for Baking instead of sugar.  My mom and I both asked him why he bothered, and he admitted that he had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is exactly as Owen made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3/4 c milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/4 cup vegetable oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 large egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 c all- purpose flour*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/2 c Splenda for Baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 tsp. baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 c M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Heat oven to 400 degrees. Grease bottoms only of 12 muffin cups with cooking spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. In large bowl, beat milk oil and egg with wisk until well mixed. Sir in flour, sugar, baking powder and salt all at once just until flour is moistened (batter will be lumpy). Fold in M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles. Divide batter evenly among muffin cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Bake 15 - 20 minutes or until golden brown. Let stand about 5 minutes in pan, then remove from pan to wire rack. Serve warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*If using self-rising flour, omit baking powder and salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The M&amp;amp;M muffins tasted the same as chocolate chip; they were just a little more colorful. The Skittles muffins were like gooey cupcakes, and they wouldn't come out of the pan without breaking apart.  They were both really good.  I left the Skittles pan at my moms for her to run through the dishwasher; the Skittles melted and ran all over the place and will be a huge mess to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="RecipeIngredientsControl" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="RecipeIngredientHeader"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeIngredientItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                                                                                                                                            &lt;table class="RecipeMethodsControl" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeMethodItemNumber"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="RecipeMethodItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-6645204635524264763?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/6645204635524264763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=6645204635524264763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6645204635524264763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6645204635524264763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipe-fun-fridayon-saturday.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday....on Saturday'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SQMAAMMQaKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oMEI3bnvOLs/s72-c/Fall+2008+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2340503894367829406</id><published>2008-10-23T08:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:14:31.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Posts in One Week</title><content type='html'>I just poked my head in the shower because Tyson was taking so long, and I found him standing there just looking at the shampoo bottle. This is not the first time, either! He can't read what it says, but I know one day he will join me in my strange habit of reading every word.  I would have taken his picture, but that would have been a bit obscene seeing that he's in the shower and all... :o) I love my kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2340503894367829406?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2340503894367829406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2340503894367829406&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2340503894367829406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2340503894367829406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-posts-in-one-week.html' title='2 Posts in One Week'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-6661012902047496286</id><published>2008-10-21T21:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:25:25.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>Little Owen lost his first tooth!  When it came out, he started crying, but not because it hurt. He said he was crying because he was so happy!  All of his friends have already lost at least one tooth, so he's been eagerly anticipating this day.  His Dad gave him a whole $1 for it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6HQGYVNCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ee2KeWYCQ64/s1600-h/Fall+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6HQGYVNCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ee2KeWYCQ64/s320/Fall+2008+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259790125475640354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While uploading that picture, I decided to take a few pictures of my haircut....I hate pictures of myself......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6IeOaX3HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rfjor7Dl_ws/s1600-h/Fall+2008+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6IeOaX3HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rfjor7Dl_ws/s320/Fall+2008+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259791467661483122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6IeuoDtSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mDF7vSjpusI/s1600-h/Fall+2008+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6IeuoDtSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mDF7vSjpusI/s320/Fall+2008+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259791476308817186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6Ie6tOx5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1VzUAvmpHgo/s1600-h/Fall+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6Ie6tOx5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1VzUAvmpHgo/s320/Fall+2008+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259791479551739794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the boys "playing" flag football....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6JTnQYTVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4sFGES5qkr8/s1600-h/Fall+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6JTnQYTVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4sFGES5qkr8/s320/Fall+2008+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792384863522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen's got his game face on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6JTOIlLDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dg39uWSsZs4/s1600-h/Fall+2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6JTOIlLDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Dg39uWSsZs4/s320/Fall+2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792378119924786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Tyson's running the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6JTY33pXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8DXFd9QAM-U/s1600-h/Fall+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6JTY33pXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8DXFd9QAM-U/s320/Fall+2008+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259792381002622322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he's doing a little dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Owen scored a safety (2 points) for his team week before last....that's when you get a guy's flag while he's in his own end zone. (I don't have a picture for that, but it was awesome!)&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6MLFjIM8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/98BVOiCEWrw/s1600-h/Fall+2008+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6MLFjIM8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/98BVOiCEWrw/s320/Fall+2008+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259795536911283138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big O is the official cameraman for all of the Upward teams at the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6MMf_Z1XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t6N-ECsT2OM/s1600-h/Fall+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6MMf_Z1XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/t6N-ECsT2OM/s320/Fall+2008+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259795561189070194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are these guys cute or what?&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/4042396004513685542-6661012902047496286?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/6661012902047496286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=6661012902047496286&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6661012902047496286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6661012902047496286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SP6HQGYVNCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ee2KeWYCQ64/s72-c/Fall+2008+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4537482606952948118</id><published>2008-10-17T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:57:41.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Award Goes To.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SPiDlyOFhyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A9Eq_mAtR0g/s1600-h/bbf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SPiDlyOFhyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A9Eq_mAtR0g/s320/bbf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258097250114307874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given this award by my cousin, &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/10/award.html"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt;!  I'd like to thank all my blogging friends who so patiently put up with me, waiting weeks and weeks for me to post.  I'd especially like to thank &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt; who helped me make my blog so beautiful and Owen and Tyson who supply most of my blogging subject material.  I will pass this award on to &lt;a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patti,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://hekeepsmesinging.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://theshadowofthecross.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt; who read my blog and comment, too! I also want to pass it to &lt;a href="http://m2a2bia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madye&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://momsenseandmore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt; who I've known since I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF stands for Blogging Friends Forever, so let's blog on, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4537482606952948118?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4537482606952948118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4537482606952948118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4537482606952948118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4537482606952948118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-award-goes-to.html' title='And the Award Goes To.....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SPiDlyOFhyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A9Eq_mAtR0g/s72-c/bbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2467224881275537471</id><published>2008-10-14T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:57:44.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>I got my hair cut this past weekend. I went from Pam on the Office to someone with a bit more style.  It was dramatic enough that two men at church even noticed...and no they are not weird men, just normal ones.  Owen doesn't hate it, but he doesn't love it either.  I told him that I was going to cut it up to my ears, so when I came back with it longer than that, he wasn't too upset.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I make an appointment to get my hair cut, he makes a really big deal about it. He would rather me keep it long, but I like to have it short because I shed so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to post a picture, but I'm having technical difficulty, so I'll have to do it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2467224881275537471?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2467224881275537471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2467224881275537471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2467224881275537471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2467224881275537471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-5044926487206764455</id><published>2008-10-01T08:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:38:46.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been tagged for this by 3 different people, so I guess I need to do this one. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://thoughtdivision.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dustin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://m2a2bia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Madye&lt;/a&gt; for tagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post the rules on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;List 6 unspectacular quirks you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tag 6 bloggers by linking them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave a comment on each taggee's blog to let them know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. I wash my hands all the time.   If they feel dirty or if they touch anything that might have had germs on it, I wash them.  I think I may have passed this trait on to Tyson. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wear flip flops for house shoes. I used to wear regular ones, but they always make my feet hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The past several places I've lived, I've had my sister decorate for me.  I don't know where things should go, so I just don't put anything up on the walls.  When we lived in LA, she and my best friend drove all the way out to visit me and while they were there, they painted my living room and put up pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I'm sleeping, no matter how hot it is, I have to have at least a sheet to cover me up. If I don't, I feel exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Also when I'm sleeping, I like to have the bedroom door closed, even if the only ones home are Owen and me. Owen always laughs at me for that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I always read the instructions on everything....even the shampoo bottle.  I want to know what everything says just so I can know and not necessarily because I will follow the instructions....but I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tag &lt;a href="http://hekeepsmesinging.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chadandamberrollins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://theshadowofthecross.blogspot.com/"&gt; Alice&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://proverbsthirtyonethirty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whitney&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://37blessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patti&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://specialfamilymemories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tessa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-5044926487206764455?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/5044926487206764455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=5044926487206764455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5044926487206764455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5044926487206764455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged-for-this-by-3-different.html' title=''/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7787621617944964907</id><published>2008-09-26T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:17:38.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't died or anything in case you're wondering.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have missed me, I'm sorry it took so long for me to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I blogged, we started school and I got a job. It's only a part time job two afternoons a week, but the change in my schedule has taken a lot of free time and drained me of much energy.  It means I'm working 3 afternoons a week when you include piano lessons.  I'm thankful that I am able to homeschool the boys so that I have time to spend with them every morning.  The time I am away from them helps me appreciate the time that I do get with them so regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also started our flag football season.  They are so cute out there, but Tyson knows very little about what's going on.  Big O has been working with them....I should take some pictures of that. They get out in the yard with his whistle and their flags and he coaches them. He even painted lines on the grass with spray paint.  I'm sure the whole neighborhood really appreciates the whistle, but it's fun and it's a great way for them to spend time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7787621617944964907?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7787621617944964907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7787621617944964907&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7787621617944964907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7787621617944964907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-havent-died-or-anything-in-case-youre.html' title='I haven&apos;t died or anything in case you&apos;re wondering.'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-198646704005236044</id><published>2008-08-20T08:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:43:23.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>My cuties had a great time playing in the sprinkler a few days ago.  It was a very hot day with no breeze, so I let them just jump in with their clothes instead of changing into swimming trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQNolQB0I/AAAAAAAAADE/qD5VWfaKWuI/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQNolQB0I/AAAAAAAAADE/qD5VWfaKWuI/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578293143045954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQN7FEWoI/AAAAAAAAADM/j-HvFw1dl-M/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQN7FEWoI/AAAAAAAAADM/j-HvFw1dl-M/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578298108336770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQOKyoRvI/AAAAAAAAADU/LDhD8uxxP5k/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQOKyoRvI/AAAAAAAAADU/LDhD8uxxP5k/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578302325966578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQOuqlqLI/AAAAAAAAADc/NnVaknjugUs/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQOuqlqLI/AAAAAAAAADc/NnVaknjugUs/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578311955916978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQPPxKumI/AAAAAAAAADk/8mK52qlU-Jc/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQPPxKumI/AAAAAAAAADk/8mK52qlU-Jc/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236578320841882210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We start school soon and summer will be over. I don't know where it went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-198646704005236044?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/198646704005236044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=198646704005236044&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/198646704005236044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/198646704005236044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKwQNolQB0I/AAAAAAAAADE/qD5VWfaKWuI/s72-c/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8917430427820162468</id><published>2008-08-15T16:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:42:25.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm joining in the Recipe Fun! Owen is grilling chicken for dinner, so I decided to try a recipe I saw on Food Network for &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/oven-fries-recipe/index.html"&gt;Oven Fries&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234850734763100290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKXtAgG_SII/AAAAAAAAACk/96oqdZC0ZEY/s320/Recipe+Fun+Friday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't follow the recipe to the letter, but I almost never do. Instead of Russet potatoes, I used the potatoes from my Poppa's garden, and I didn't add the cheese....we don't need the extra calories. Instead, I added garlic powder when I added the salt. What made this recipe unique from the others I have tried is that he suggests preheating your baking pan so that the potatoes will crisp up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my cuties enjoying their dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKYGDIMSQPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nx5N8Ssc6LI/s1600-h/pics+to+delete+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKYGDIMSQPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Nx5N8Ssc6LI/s320/pics+to+delete+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234878267673166066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head on over to &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/08/recipe-fun-friday_15.html"&gt;Nikki's site &lt;/a&gt;and add your new recipe from this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8917430427820162468?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8917430427820162468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8917430427820162468&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8917430427820162468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8917430427820162468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/08/recipe-fun-friday.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKXtAgG_SII/AAAAAAAAACk/96oqdZC0ZEY/s72-c/Recipe+Fun+Friday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-6743416927362161272</id><published>2008-08-11T15:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:29:44.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 5!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCaLBBsG3I/AAAAAAAAABc/jTRzmwJwNrk/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCaLBBsG3I/AAAAAAAAABc/jTRzmwJwNrk/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233352281049275250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCb2tTIV_I/AAAAAAAAABs/lAKldg5L_jc/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCb2tTIV_I/AAAAAAAAABs/lAKldg5L_jc/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233354131179591666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson had his birthday this past weekend....so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so windy that we gave up on  lighting the candles....then after we sang and started cutting the cake, we got them lit and he blew them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the slip-n-slide was the biggest hit! We also had water guns, water balloons, the water rocket, and we ate watermelon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the pictures, &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angela!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCddYRgfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/IWz86ofcZbA/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCddYRgfdI/AAAAAAAAACE/IWz86ofcZbA/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355895062166994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCfm0GgNZI/AAAAAAAAACU/wj3n6guJHiE/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCfm0GgNZI/AAAAAAAAACU/wj3n6guJHiE/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233358256174282130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCddJO-2RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kl5CNBa026w/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCddJO-2RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kl5CNBa026w/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233355891025041682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCfmf9wD2I/AAAAAAAAACM/mXLF4wII_c8/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCfmf9wD2I/AAAAAAAAACM/mXLF4wII_c8/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233358250768863074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCaJ5tk8HI/AAAAAAAAABE/6tR5DApZDGY/s1600-h/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCaJ5tk8HI/AAAAAAAAABE/6tR5DApZDGY/s320/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233352261906002034" 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/4042396004513685542-6743416927362161272?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/6743416927362161272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=6743416927362161272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6743416927362161272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6743416927362161272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-5.html' title='He&apos;s 5!!!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SKCaLBBsG3I/AAAAAAAAABc/jTRzmwJwNrk/s72-c/Tyson%27s+5th+Birthday+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-830905263745754497</id><published>2008-08-11T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:52:05.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cultivatinghome.blogspot.com/2008/08/bloggy-give-away.html"&gt;Cultivating Home&lt;/a&gt; is also having a giveaway.  All you do is answer a few questions and you're in the running!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-830905263745754497?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/830905263745754497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=830905263745754497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/830905263745754497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/830905263745754497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-giveaway.html' title='Another giveaway!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8204845223357919619</id><published>2008-08-07T15:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:42:21.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebie!</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Nikki, is giving away a baby blanket!  She made it to commemorate   her 200th post....yeah for Nikki!  Head on over and &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-what.html"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8204845223357919619?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8204845223357919619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8204845223357919619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8204845223357919619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8204845223357919619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/08/freebie.html' title='Freebie!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8342232119926923939</id><published>2008-07-29T20:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:44:57.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas isn't cheap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SJmN3-nG_bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m23Bf3hFzME/s1600-h/Owens+motor+scooter+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SJmN3-nG_bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m23Bf3hFzME/s320/Owens+motor+scooter+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231368435006897586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SJmN32k5zEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CCCHjQmU9dk/s1600-h/Owens+motor+scooter+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SJmN32k5zEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CCCHjQmU9dk/s320/Owens+motor+scooter+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231368432850160706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen bought a motor scooter/moped/mini motorcycle/whatever you want to call it,  to save money on gas.   He's having a lot of fun saving money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8342232119926923939?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8342232119926923939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8342232119926923939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8342232119926923939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8342232119926923939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/gas-isnt-cheap.html' title='Gas isn&apos;t cheap!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SJmN3-nG_bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m23Bf3hFzME/s72-c/Owens+motor+scooter+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-9147837395888903926</id><published>2008-07-27T20:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:54:36.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On living in a Bubble...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm in a bubble; a Christian bubble to be exact.  I homeschool my children, volunteer in the church, and pretty much everyone I know are Christians...or at least profess to be.  Lately I've thought about starting a Bible study with other ladies from church, but the Lord kept impressing on me the need to do something to further the Kingdom.  Having another Bible study is all well and good, but at what point am I planning to step out to reach the lost world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing my part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being a "fisher of men"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I am at a stage in my life where my children are my main focus. I am preparing them to be Kingdom Builders one day.  I know that my duties are to my God first, my husband second, my children third, but for some reason, I feel like there isn't much time left. I need to be doing something else; but I don't know what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged today to make a difference. I am to be salt and light. I am to let others see Jesus in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person can make a difference. How am I going to be that one person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-9147837395888903926?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/9147837395888903926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=9147837395888903926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/9147837395888903926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/9147837395888903926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-living-in-bubble.html' title='On living in a Bubble...'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2956266071105252066</id><published>2008-07-11T11:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:28:26.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday</title><content type='html'>I joined in on my cousin &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/07/recipe-fun-friday.html"&gt;Nikki's &lt;/a&gt;"Recipe Fun Friday" this week. The idea is that each week you try a new recipe out and then share your results on Friday. I made Chicken Noodle Casserole on Tuesday, but I forgot to take pictures.  Here's the recipe from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitchen Keepsakes&lt;/span&gt; cookbook. The parts not in italics are my own notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 cups (6 oz.) uncooked noodles &lt;/span&gt;(I used egg noodles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 can condensed cream of chicken soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/3 cup sour cream &lt;/span&gt;(for less fat use plain non-fat yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/3 cup milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Tbsp. chopped pimento &lt;/span&gt;(I left that out b/c I didn't have any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1Tbsp. chopped parsley &lt;/span&gt;(fresh) or 1 Tsp. dried parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1/3 cup chopped celery &lt;/span&gt;(again, left it out b/c I didn't have any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 cup diced, cooked chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buttered bread crumbs &lt;/span&gt;(I used Italian bread crumbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cook noodles as package directs &lt;/span&gt;(being sure to add salt while cooking as this is the best way to flavor pasta).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drain. Combine all ingredients except chicken and bread crumbs in saucepan. Heat thoroughly. Add chicken and noodles, mixing gently. Pour into greased 1 1/2 quart casserole. Top with bread crumbs. Bake uncovered in  375 degree oven for 30 minutes. Serve with tossed green salad and Sourdough Bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good, but probably would have been better with the pimientos.  If I had added the celery, I probably would have cooked it first because I don't think it would have gotten done in the 30 minutes that it was in the oven and I don't like crunchy celery in casseroles.....another good reason to leave it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2956266071105252066?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2956266071105252066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2956266071105252066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2956266071105252066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2956266071105252066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/recipe-fun-friday.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8343620011586583379</id><published>2008-07-11T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:08:26.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>Little Owen is learning how to "Google things."  He became interested in "Googling" because every time he has a question that I don't know the answer to (if you know him, you know how often that is), I say that I'll have to "Google it."  A few weeks ago he asked if he could learn how to Google, so Daddy-O started teaching him how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things he wanted to Google on his own was "how many jelly fish live past one year." He had read somewhere that jelly fish only live for a year, so I guess he wanted to see how many of them beat the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also likes to play with Google Earth. He types in a location to see how far it is from where we live and then looks at it on the map in relation to our house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8343620011586583379?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8343620011586583379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8343620011586583379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8343620011586583379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8343620011586583379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2651898277693720453</id><published>2008-07-11T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:54:15.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Joy from my boy!</title><content type='html'>Today Owen was singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joy to the World&lt;/span&gt;.   When he got to the part that says, "Let every heart prepare Him room,"  Tyson said, "No, it's 'Be trev his groove!' Right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2651898277693720453?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2651898277693720453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2651898277693720453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2651898277693720453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2651898277693720453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-joy-from-my-boy.html' title='More Joy from my boy!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2665083130094970592</id><published>2008-07-08T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:29:28.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyson's version of Joy to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Last week, Tyson was singing the version about the Devil being dead and bar-b-queuing his head. I didn't like that and told him that we shouldn't sing about the Devil but about Jesus. So he started singing Joy to the World the right way....at least his version of the right way.  I wish you could hear him singing it....he is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joy to the world the Lord has come. For earth resings for nings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;For every heart prepare in grove.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;For heaven and nature sing; for heaven and nature sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;For heaven and na-ture siiiiiiiing!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2665083130094970592?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2665083130094970592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2665083130094970592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2665083130094970592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2665083130094970592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/tysons-version-of-joy-to-world.html' title='Tyson&apos;s version of Joy to the World'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8695210189943710085</id><published>2008-07-05T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:51:31.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Still Faithful</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned once &lt;a href="http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-is-faithful.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, Owen has been without a full-time job since last July.  You may ask how we've survived this long without starving, and I will tell you that it is because God is faithful! Owen owns a small business and works part time for our church, and I give piano lessons. The income from the church and piano lessons is all that we can count on every month, and when business for him is slow or I loose a student, we don't have enough money to pay bills, let alone have money for gas or food.  As you can see, this last year has been a major learning experience in humility and trust.  We have literally trusted God to feed us this year, and He has been so faithful.  All of our bills have been paid. When we needed gas money or grocery money, it always came. God has used generous people who've given us money when we didn't ask for it, and He's given Owen work whenever He knew we needed the money.  If the kids needed new clothes, either I had the money for them or someone gave them to us.   None of us have been sick enough to need to go to the doctor unless we had the money in the account to pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've even been blessed with wants. I was given two Vera Bradley's and a Coach, a dining room table, a couch and a recliner (not all from the same person, if you're wondering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling you this so you'll think that we are super spiritual people that always trust God no matter how grim things appear.  Just this week I was worrying and complaining instead of bringing my cares to the Lord.  I took them to Owen, who was already doing all he could to take care of it.  I knew that my worry was a sin, but I neglected to do the right thing....pray with a thankful heart.  Even then, God took care of it.  He gave us what we needed exactly when we needed it.  It reminds me of the time that the Israelites in the desert needed water.  Instead of praying, they complained to Moses. Moses didn't have any water. He couldn't fix it.  But they knew the God who could.  And God, who didn't have to provide water for them, and who could have let them die in the desert for their unfaithfulness to Him, chose to bless them even though they didn't deserve it.  This is another example of the compassion and faithfulness of God towards His children.  He is faithful even when we are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8695210189943710085?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8695210189943710085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8695210189943710085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8695210189943710085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8695210189943710085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-still-faithful.html' title='He&apos;s Still Faithful'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1980679567559587669</id><published>2008-06-27T08:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:38:44.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbity Rabbit part 3</title><content type='html'>Tyson gave his &lt;a href="http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/04/rabbity-rabbit-part-2.html"&gt;bunny&lt;/a&gt; to my friend's 6 month old daughter.  It was his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 6 days ago, and he hasn't asked for the bunny back since then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1980679567559587669?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1980679567559587669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1980679567559587669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1980679567559587669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1980679567559587669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/rabbity-rabbit-part-3.html' title='Rabbity Rabbit part 3'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2287871552122985692</id><published>2008-06-27T08:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:33:03.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think a Gallon of Gas is Expensive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My brother gave me this in an article from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hometown Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find something funny in the absurdity of it all.....The price of Gas vs. Printer Ink.&lt;br /&gt;All these examples do NOT imply that gasoline is cheap; it just illustrates how outrageous some prices are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Snapple 16 oz $1.29....$10.32 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea 16 oz $1.19....$9.52 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatorade 20 oz $1.59....$10.17 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brake Fluid 12 oz $3.15....$33.60 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vick's Nyquil 6 oz $8.35....$178.13 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepto Bismol 4 oz $3.85....$123.20 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiteout 7 oz $1.39....$25.42 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scope 1.5 oz $0.99....$84.48 per gallon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the real kicker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evian water 9 oz. $1.49....$21.19 per gallon!!&lt;br /&gt;$21.10 for WATER (Evian spelled backwards is Naive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why printers are so cheap?&lt;br /&gt;They have you hooked for the ink. Someone calculated the cost of ink at  $5,200 per gallon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you're at the pump, be glad your car doesn't run on water, Scope, Whiteout, Pepto Bismol, Niquil or Printer Ink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little humor to help ease the pain of your next trip to the pump.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-2287871552122985692?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2287871552122985692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2287871552122985692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2287871552122985692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2287871552122985692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/think-gallon-of-gas-is-expensive.html' title='Think a Gallon of Gas is Expensive?'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7796056116268854778</id><published>2008-06-20T08:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:18:08.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallow Your Spit</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed how kids today are more privileged than any  previous generation, yet they seem to be more ungrateful and impatient?  I believe it all comes down to instant gratification.  The world revolves around the children now more than ever, and it's not always a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandparents were kids, they worked....and not just taking out the trash or sweeping the front porch. My grandparents worked on the farm doing chores that the family depended on to survive.  Instead of going through the drive-thru at McDonald's for dinner, they spent most of the afternoon working in the kitchen (my Granny and her sister started cooking dinner for the family regularly before they were 10 years old).  They had no video games, swimming pools, or little league games, but they never complained that they were bored.  When they had time for fun, they'd make their own toys instead of whining about the new toy the kid down the road got that they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch my own children grow, I am realizing how blessed we are.  And I'm trying to teach them what it means to wait patiently for something they need.  That doesn't mean that I will put them to work in the fields doing manual labor, but I think our kids have a lot to learn about how we got to where we are today.  So when we're out and about and I don't have a drink for them as they die of thirst while riding in an air-conditioned car, I'll tell them what my Granny used to tell me...."Swallow your spit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7796056116268854778?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7796056116268854778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7796056116268854778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7796056116268854778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7796056116268854778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/swallow-your-spit.html' title='Swallow Your Spit'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-89676452801447038</id><published>2008-06-14T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:01:19.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting last day of VBS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after our last day of Vacation Bible School, we all had to clean up our classrooms so they would be ready for church on Sunday.  Patsy wasn't able to stay because she was going out of town, so after we cleaned up, I wanted to drop off her things before she left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was hurrying to her house, a police officer waved me over to the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is out in the Suburban, so the windows were down. Tyson yelled out, "Oh, no! I forgot to buckle my seatbelt!" and I was sure that the officer heard him.  I told Tyson, through gritted teeth, to buckle up as the officer came to my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been speeding down a very busy road.  The officer asked for my driver's license and what year my Suburban was. When I told him it was an '88 or '89, he said, "So I don't think you have money to waste on a ticket do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he wrote me out a written warning, he said to be thankful because he doesn't give those very often.  He must not have heard Tyson, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the third time I've ever been pulled over, and it was the first time I've ever been pulled over for speeding. Those who've ridden with me before can attest to the fact that ever since I've had my babies, I drive like an old lady...and I'm usually very careful to make sure the kids are buckled up before we drive off.....so of course the one time I don't pay attention to what I'm doing, I get pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled back onto the road, I explained the boys that I had been breaking the law by speeding and that's why the officer pulled me over. Owen never said anything; he usually doesn't. Tyson asked, "Mommy, will you please not break the law anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I forgot to tell Big O about it, so he heard it from &lt;a href="http://hekeepsmesinging.blogspot.com"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt; who saw me pulled over on the side of the road.  Nothing goes unnoticed in a small town like ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-89676452801447038?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/89676452801447038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=89676452801447038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/89676452801447038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/89676452801447038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/exciting-last-day-of-vbs.html' title='Exciting last day of VBS'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-5988593375076290866</id><published>2008-06-09T06:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:55:03.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Me!</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago today, Owen and I eloped! Yes, today is my anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months from today, Little Owen will be 7 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had an eventful 7 years. We've lived in 6 different cities and in 9 different homes. Owen has had 12 jobs (some of them simultaneous), served at 6 churches, attended 2 universities and owns 1 business.   We have called 8 churches our church home. We had 2 kids, 2 dogs, and 3 fish, and I've killed dozens of plants.  The longest we ever lived in one location was 2 years, and that is where we live right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this, you could easily get the wrong impression about us, but there is a story and lesson learned behind each and every place we've been. God has truly had His hand on our lives. There is no question in my mind about that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have learned the meaning of Romans 8:28-29 because even when awful things have happened to our family, we know that God had a plan for it. We've learned that God is sovereign, His grace is enough, and that life can either make you better or bitter. We've chosen to let it make us better so that God will be glorified in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Anniversary to us and I pray that we have 80 more years together.....that is unless Jesus wants to come back before then! (If we continue on our current path, can you imagine how many places we'll have lived in 80 years.....never mind! I don't want to think about that!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-5988593375076290866?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/5988593375076290866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=5988593375076290866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5988593375076290866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/5988593375076290866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Me!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-64304486607433355</id><published>2008-06-05T17:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:48:29.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stop the Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So all the kids are in the nursery while their parents rehearse to sing in Sunday's worship service.  Then two little girls run up to the teachers and say, "Tyson showed us his underwear!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon being asked what possessed him to do such a thing, Tyson mumbles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Because they were fighting."  Patsy, not quite understanding why that would give him a reason to show his underwear, rephrases the question. Tyson's bewildered answer: "I already told you! Because they were fighting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I question Tyson in the car on the way home, I am barely able to talk without bursting into uncontrollable laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tyson, when you and Owen are fighting, do I show you my underwear to get you to stop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, ma'am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then WHY ON EARTH would you think THAT would get them to stop fighting?!!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-64304486607433355?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/64304486607433355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=64304486607433355&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/64304486607433355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/64304486607433355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-stop-fighting.html' title='How to Stop the Fighting'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7236110971479113794</id><published>2008-06-03T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:04:16.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty mouth? Clean it up!</title><content type='html'>Tyson took a shower by himself for the first time ever on Saturday night.  (I was so proud!) He decided that it was easier to wash his hair that way.  After he got out, Little O got in and  afterwards decided he didn't like to wash his hair in the shower because he doesn't like eating soap. Apparently that's what happens when you take a shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7236110971479113794?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7236110971479113794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7236110971479113794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7236110971479113794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7236110971479113794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/06/dirty-mouth-clean-it-up.html' title='Dirty mouth? Clean it up!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-653930779128735032</id><published>2008-05-31T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:46:40.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;We all remember those quotes from Mom....the ones we vowed never to say to our own kids.  Well, for the most part, I don't say those things.  Instead, I've come up with my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;My new favorite is, "What do you want me to do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;The conversations go something like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyson (the hypochondriac) says,"Mommy, my big toe hurts!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I say, "What do you want me to do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Owen says, "Mommy, my cap gun is breaking!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I say, "What do you want me to do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Big O says, "I don't have any short socks clean!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt; I say, "What do you want me to do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyson says (after I already put salt in his grits), "I didn't want salt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I say, "What do you want me to do about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;His reply, "Pick it out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to try to fix everyone's problems all day long, but sometimes, things just can't be fixed!  :o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-653930779128735032?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/653930779128735032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=653930779128735032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/653930779128735032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/653930779128735032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-all-remember-those-quotes-from-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-918576917828605340</id><published>2008-05-30T07:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:45:33.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on one income in a two income economy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Being a stay-at-home mom, I've had to find ways to cut costs here and there over the years.  One of the biggest ways we've saved money is by being organized when it comes to meal preparation. I've learned that you can have it healthy, and you can have it cheap, and you can have it fast, but very rarely can you have all three at the same time.  I've learned that if I make out a menu for the week and stick to it, then I'm less likely to go out when we're in a rush to get to an activity. If I know what we're having for dinner ahead of time, I know how long it takes to cook and can just plan to start dinner at a certain time. I've really messed up dinner a few times, and we had to go out, but that hasn't happened in quite a while. (By the way, I didn't know much about cooking when I first got married, but I learned a lot from watching Rachel Ray!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I was able to spend the morning with my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://thriftyroost.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; earlier in the week. Not only is she the QUEEN of thrifty, but she is also a very Godly lady, and I count myself blessed to know her.  She gave me a few money saving tips while we were together and taught me how to make bread.....without a bread machine! (Mine didn't rise, but I'll try again!)  A few of her blogs are about ways she's learned to save.  She also let me borrow a book that helped has her to live frugally. It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Miserly Moms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; by Jonni McCoy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;One more tip. I found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://budget101.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; last year that has a lot of good ideas.  I used some of the recipes at Christmas time for gifts in jars and gift baskets.   There is also a link there for you to download a free book telling how one woman learned to feed her family of 4 for $200 a month. Some of her ideas are a bit extreme, but she's got a lot of good advice that could be adapted to any family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-918576917828605340?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/918576917828605340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=918576917828605340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/918576917828605340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/918576917828605340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-on-one-income-in-two-income.html' title='Living on one income in a two income economy!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-190732730952615149</id><published>2008-05-23T08:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:07:38.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>One night the boys spent the night with my friend, and she had them take baths by themselves, including washing their own hair.  I couldn't believe that they did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has been bathing himself for a while now, but I was still drawing the water and getting his towel and washcloth and helping him wash his hair. Tyson did NOTHING for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 6 weeks, I've been working on teaching my boys, especially Owen, to be more independent. Now at bath time, I have them get their own towel and washcloth and find their own pajamas. Tyson now washes himself, too, and they both can wash their own hair (but sometimes I still help Tyson).  I taught them how to turn off the water without burning themselves (our hot water is really hot, so this is an issue). After they'd mastered that, I taught Owen how to turn the water on without burning himself (this just within the last week and a half or so).  This week they've been taking their baths from start to finish without me.   I know that it's a good thing that they are able to do these things for themselves, and it really helped out when I left them overnight with Owen twice last week while I went off gallivanting.  It's nice that I can tell them to go take a bath and they can come back all clean and dressed for bed without me ever lifting a finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I miss that time with them. They're growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you with young little ones, especially those of you that have 2 in diapers, I know that these days sometimes seem to drag on and on. All you can see is one dirty diaper after another and one meal preparation after another and feeding and baths and dressing and brushing teeth and the list goes on and on and on and it seems like you will be doing this for the rest of your life!   Don't wish away these times.  Look for the memories that you will cherish.  My mom always says, "Write it down!"  Then one day, you will turn around and you will realize that your children don't need you as much as they once did...at least physically speaking.  You'll realize that there's a lot more to being a mom than that aforementioned list.  You'll begin to see them as children and not as babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I am.  Until August, I'll be a mother of a preschooler, but that time in my life is almost over.  I'm looking back at the last 6 years, and even though I've stayed at home with my children for 5 of the 6 of them, I still wonder where the time went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-190732730952615149?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/190732730952615149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=190732730952615149&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/190732730952615149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/190732730952615149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-6505849999889414996</id><published>2008-05-21T08:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:17:33.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a lot of important birthdays coming up.....my sister, my grandmother and my best friend all have birthdays within 3 weeks of each other......and I am dead broke!  I need creative and meaningful gift ideas, PLEASE! (Angela, don't read any of my comments!!!!) I should not have waited until the last minute, but it all kind of sneaked up on me. The first of these birthdays is this weekend.....party is FRIDAY...two days hence.  I know that it's not the gift the matters it's the thought behind it, but the problem is, I have NO THOUGHTS OF WHAT TO GIVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you read my blog but have never left a comment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;now would be the time to let your voice be heard!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-6505849999889414996?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/6505849999889414996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=6505849999889414996&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6505849999889414996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6505849999889414996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/help-please.html' title='HELP PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4792744218743400496</id><published>2008-05-19T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:53:36.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This morning I went out to the Suburban to get something I'd left after church last night, and almost walked into this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SDGGTAy08ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8U2FR_8yuQE/s1600-h/May+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SDGGTAy08ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8U2FR_8yuQE/s400/May+2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202086705778454930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SDGFcgy08YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1x62ma1y8Tg/s1600-h/May+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SDGFcgy08YI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1x62ma1y8Tg/s400/May+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202085769475584386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In the past, I would have turned and run screaming to the house, but lately, I've been viewing things in light of the fact that I am the mother of BOYS. Instead of running screaming to the house, I ran to the house saying, "Boys, come look what I found!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We drove the Suburban last night to church, so the spider must have built his web during the night.   I showed it to Owen and Tyson and pointed out how awesome it is that God made a creature that could make this!  The main web was about 18 inches in diameter, but it also had a web underneath it that looked like a failed attempt. I wonder how long it took him from start to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It amazes me to think that the God who created the universe also created creatures that can do this. He is also the same God who loves us and says in His Word things like "I will instruct you and teach you in the ways that you should go," and "I will guide you with My eye and with My right hand, I will hold you up."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="en-NASB-14016" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;         The moon and the stars, which You have ordained;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="en-NASB-14017" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What is man that You take thought of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;         And the son of man that You care for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="en-NASB-14018" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yet You have made him a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;little lower than God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;         And You crown him with glory and majesty!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="en-NASB-14019" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You make him to rule over the works of Your hands;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;         You have put all things under his feet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O LORD, our Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;         How majestic is Your name in all the earth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Psalm 8:3-6, 9 NASB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4792744218743400496?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4792744218743400496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4792744218743400496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4792744218743400496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4792744218743400496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-cool-is-this.html' title='How cool is this?'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SDGGTAy08ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/8U2FR_8yuQE/s72-c/May+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-6307067489822828777</id><published>2008-05-15T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:06:07.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my life.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="EC_EC_EC_EC_role_document"    style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#8000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may have read this before. Someone sent it to me in an e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser  for "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door knob if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,  (Mom would be mortified if she found out you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance." In this position your toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take your mind off  your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat,  you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your  thumbnail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.  "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare  bottom made made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never  laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try . You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a  public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your tush and runs down your legs and into your shoes.  The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel, and pray that there is Germ-X in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk past the line of women still waiting and are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind  soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-6307067489822828777?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/6307067489822828777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=6307067489822828777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6307067489822828777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/6307067489822828777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-my-life.html' title='This is my life.....'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-3975505610765578504</id><published>2008-05-08T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T14:15:05.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-4.html"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tagged me a week ago and I'm just today having time to get to it.  So here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Jobs I’ve Had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. 5th grade teacher (LOVED it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Piano teacher (still am....need lessons anyone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Call center rep for Vystar Credit Union (was Jax Navy back then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. Mom (by far the hardest yet most fulfilling job of all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Movies I Can Watch Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Gone With the Wind (Scarlet Ohara is just AWFUL, but I love her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. The Little Mermaid (always was my favorite Disney movie)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mary Poppins (Julie Andrews is amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Top Ten Countdown (a movie I watch with the boys that puts the Ten Commandments on their level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV Shows I Love to Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Everybody Loves Raymond (makes me thankful for my family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. House (so smart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. What Not to Wear (even though Stacy and Clinton are cruel!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. The Office (no comment necessary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Places I’ve Been on Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Centrifuge (actually it was a youth camp, but it was so awesome that it counts!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Cherokee, NC (where our car was stuck for a year....literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Disney World (not a good idea to go on the 4th of July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Laura Walker State Park (many childhood memories)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Spaghetti (seriously, I could eat it every day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. Rice (I should have been Oriental)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Potatoes cooked any way (craved them during pregnancy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Chips and Dip (reminds me of Aunt Lisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. Hotmail.com (I'd wither up without email)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt; Angela's blog  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(need I say why?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. Facebook.com (keep up with all the latest gossip at TBC....j/k!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Weather.com (gotta know how to dress the kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four Places I’d Rather Be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. With Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;"&gt;2. At Patsy's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;"&gt;3. At the Melting Pot (Patsy got me hooked....shame on her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;"&gt;4. Playing the piano with NO INTERRUPTIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's the part of the show where I tag you....but Angela already did, so if you read this blog and don't comment on it, leave one this time and play along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-3975505610765578504?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/3975505610765578504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=3975505610765578504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3975505610765578504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/3975505610765578504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1804093698159045293</id><published>2008-04-28T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:37:42.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yesterday at church, our pastor spoke on Psalm 23:5, "My cup runs over."  He challenged us to write out a list of at least 100 blessings from God in our lives.  After I wrote it, it was fun to read how my brain chased rabbits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Salvation 2. Christian heritage 3.Married parents 4. Four living grandparents 5. Owen's love 6.Lil Owen 7. Tyson 8. Trinity Baptist Church 9. Patsy 10. Brendan 11. Sharon 12. Katie 13. Angela 14. Michael 15. LeAnne 16. Homeschooling 17. Music 18. Playing the piano 19. Playing the flute 20.Singing 21.Choir 22. Praise team 23.Piano students 24. Coffee 25. Taste buds 26.Food 27.Health 28. Greg 29. $ for bills 30. Harold 31. Tom 32. Pastor James 33. Jeanie 34. Leslie 35. MOPS 36. Fun 37. Bunk Beds 38.Furniture 39. A/C 40. Heat 41. Appliances 42. Cleaning supplies 43. Ice 44. Medicine 45. USA 46. George Bush 47. Bibles in English 48. Chad and Amber 49. Jacob 50. Buddy 51. Madeira Christian Academy 52. Bro. Scot 53.God's plan for me 54. God's unconditional love 55.GRACE 56. forgiveness 57. Owen's brain....both Owens 58. Tyson's smile 59. Reading 60. Computers 61. Pictures 62. Memories 63. Talking 64. Teaching 65. Learning 66. Internet 67. Cell phones 68. Make-up 69. Shoes 70. Clothes 71. Accessories 72. Curly hair 73. Straight hair 74. Orchestra  75. FBC Naples 76. My Afghan from Grandmommie 77. Word of Life 78.Ironing 78.CCS 80. Flowers 81. Birds 82. Our lake 83. Soap 84. Flip flops 85. Our screened in porch 86. Birthday parties with family 87. Blogs 88. E-mail 89.Electricity 90. Plumbing 91. Toys 92. Modern technology 93. Friendship 94. Sight 95. Hearing 93. Touch 97.Hugs 98. Kisses 99.Sex 100.Light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1804093698159045293?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1804093698159045293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1804093698159045293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1804093698159045293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1804093698159045293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-at-church-our-pastor-spoke-on.html' title=''/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7846503272856010580</id><published>2008-04-28T07:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:54:49.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment on Angela's blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This is in response to my sister&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt; Angela's&lt;/a&gt; latest blog. If you read my blog but don't read hers, you are missing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't spell "tomorrow" until last year when I taught school and had to write it on the board several times a week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be obsessive in the form that Angela and Michael are, but I am obsessive about other things, such as washing my hands and making sure I don't hurt people's feelings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm scared of the dark, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No one has ever asked me if my eyelashes are real, but they do tell me that they are long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a cavity, but when I was 3, we were in a car accident and I broke my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4042396004513685542-7846503272856010580?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7846503272856010580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7846503272856010580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7846503272856010580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7846503272856010580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/04/comment-on-angelas-blog.html' title='Comment on Angela&apos;s blog.'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-546418350376328052</id><published>2008-04-19T07:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T08:39:13.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbity Rabbit part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote this on 4/19 but forgot to publish it....oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;About a week or two after I wrote about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/rabbity-rabbit.html"&gt;the bunny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Tyson went to spend the night at my friend's house WITHOUT the bunny.  Needless to say, it was a disaster.  Poor Patsy woke up at 3 am to a screaming 4 year old who wanted his bunny! Tyson cried for about 20 minutes or so and then finally agreed to get in the bed with his brother for the rest of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The next week Tyson took that thing everywhere.   One day he left it at Patsy's the night before we were leaving to go on a camping trip.  He went to bed that night knowing that we would get bunny in the morning and he was fine.  His daddy, on the other hand had about enough of it!  Big O pitched a fit all the way to Patsy's house and had all kinds of things to say about how Tyson couldn't be 40 years old and still cry for his bunny.  That day was a turning point in our lives.  Owen and I decided to make the bunny a permanent home in Tyson's room, and when Tyson turns five, bunny may have to live in the closet (that's Owen's desire).  Tyson agreed and has spent the night off several times since without the bunny and has not cried over it once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Yesterday he accidentally brought the bunny into the living room after naptime. When I mentioned it, he said, "I don't want him" and took it to the bedroom.  My baby is growing up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-546418350376328052?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/546418350376328052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=546418350376328052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/546418350376328052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/546418350376328052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/04/rabbity-rabbit-part-2.html' title='Rabbity Rabbit part 2'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-585390185244727232</id><published>2008-04-17T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:45:28.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It was a long day, even for Jesus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;First the news came that His cousin had died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Then seeking quiet, wanting to mourn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;He got in his boat and left and probably cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And I've felt that feeling so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've let that feeling escape through my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank You, for being Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;For putting on the same skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That all of us are wearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So we would know that You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Just how we feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Approaching land, He saw the crowd standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;They'd followed Him on foot from their towns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;He chose compassion over exhaustion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;He healed their sick, and then He fed the whole crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;With five loaves, two fish and a prayer up to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;That once insufficient amount fed five thousand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And on my weakest days you feel my pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And on my saddest nights you know just why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You feel what's real to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Thank you for being Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So we would know that You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Just how we feel.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is a favorite song of mine. I don't know the title or the artist who sings it, but it gives me a new perspective on Matthew chapter 14. If you keep reading the chapter,  you'll see that His day did not end until well after midnight whenever he walked out onto the water to the disciples' boat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-585390185244727232?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/585390185244727232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=585390185244727232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/585390185244727232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/585390185244727232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-was-long-day-even-for-jesus-first.html' title=''/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4409826500928997171</id><published>2008-04-10T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:29:32.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Siblings</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; have been blessed with a brother and sister who love me and whom I love beyond expression.  The times when we all are together are not spent walking on egg shells, as in many families I know, but rather are fun and memorable.   It's not so much the activities we do together that make it fun.  Most of the time it's just playing a game or shopping or hanging out at someone's house. Angela always grabs the camera to take pictures of herself and Michael wants to "do something fun."  I'm usually chasing my boys, hoping not to have to spend another night in the ER. The three of us are about as different in personalities as they come, but every time we get together, we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mom deserves most of the credit for this bond that we share. Through the years, Mama has somehow managed to instill in us that family is family and you stick together. It could have been the example she set in her relationship with her sister. It could have been the ban she put on clothes sharing when Angela and I started to fight over them. Maybe it was the times she spanked all three of us "just to make sure she got the right one!" Most likely, though, it's the countless hours she spends praying for us.  For whatever reason, I am thankful to have Angela and Michael in my life and to know that no matter what happens, they will always love me and I them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4409826500928997171?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4409826500928997171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4409826500928997171&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4409826500928997171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4409826500928997171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-siblings.html' title='My Siblings'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-2329488973409799813</id><published>2008-03-31T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:55:20.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;About 3 months after Owen lost his job last July, he went to Wal-Mart one day to "stock up" on food so that we would have something to eat after we ran out of money.  My first mistake was to let him go to Wal-Mart alone to shop for groceries. The second one was not giving him a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home with 5 rolls, 5 lbs each, of ground chuck....(the kind that I don't buy b/c I'm not sure what's in it); 9 lbs of frozen whiting fillets; 2 lbs of frozen tilapia fillets; 5 packages of tortillas (don't ask, I don't know why); 5 lbs of packaged lunch meat; some chicken breast fillets; a 20 lb bag of rice; and 5 lbs of beans.  The list probably goes on, but I can't remember the rest. (For those of you who don't know him, Owen is an extreme person, so this really didn't shock me too much. )  His plan was to keep it in the deep freezer and pantry until we needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't used most of that food, so even though he still doesn't have a full-time job, it's there, stocked up in case we need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at church, one of our members who has a mission ministry in Haiti spoke about an orphanage there.  He showed pictures of them eating beans and rice and passing out beans and rice to the people in the nearby villages. He also told a story of a little girl playing with mud and making mud pies.  She mixed it with cooking oil and then "baked" her mud pies in the hot Haitian sun.  When it was time for dinner, her mother sadly told the little girl that she had nothing to feed her and they would have to eat the mud pies. The missionary told us that this is common in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to cook beans and rice for dinner because we like them and not because that's all we have.  We are blessed far beyond comprehension.&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/4042396004513685542-2329488973409799813?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/2329488973409799813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=2329488973409799813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2329488973409799813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/2329488973409799813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-is-faithful.html' title='God is Faithful'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-8757969158061344162</id><published>2008-03-27T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:31:19.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning started out great! I got up before everyone else and read my Bible.  Later, the boys woke up and Little O did his quiet time and we had a nice breakfast.  I couldn't think of a nicer way to begin our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took too long eating, so at 8:30 when it was time to start school, Tyson wasn't done and I hadn't had my shower. I go nuts when things aren't on schedule, and we have a busy afternoon, so I decided to do our pledges and Bible after Owen's arithmetic test. That's when it all fell apart.  Owen kept sitting there forgetting what 5+6 is.  Big O decided that right then he needed me to help him find all the numbers that he lost when his cell phone died. Tyson felt the need to sing at the top of his lungs while sitting on the pot.   Then Owen decided he was still hungry so he needed a second breakfast......this is what I get for skipping Bible. It's now 9:30 and instead of having finished Bible and the test and a few other things that normally we would have accomplished, I'm still waiting for Owen to eat his second breakfast and Tyson just dripped something nasty all over me and the phone is ringing off the hook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-8757969158061344162?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/8757969158061344162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=8757969158061344162&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8757969158061344162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/8757969158061344162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-morning-started-out-great-i-got-up.html' title=''/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1125091607459516091</id><published>2008-03-26T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:24:10.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newfound Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Patsy and I have only known each other for about 2 months, but I feel as if we've been friends all our lives.  The first time we spent time together was because a mutual friend "set us up". We were both informed that we needed to be friends with each other.  It thought Tammy, (the setter upper) was crazy telling me who to be friends with, but boy was she right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;In the short time I've known her,  we two have become kindred spirits. Not too many people would I allow to see my laundry room at it's worst!  We've done everything together from grocery shopping to cleaning up frog doo off of the screened-in porch for Owen's birthday party.  We had a girls night out for dessert at the Melting pot on a whim this past Monday.  Last week we went shopping for her post baby wardrobe....but instead I ended up getting an Easter dress.   Every day we get together for something or another saying it's because our homeschooled boys need socialization, but more and more I'm realizing that I need her friendship as much as Owen needs Brenden's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1125091607459516091?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1125091607459516091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1125091607459516091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1125091607459516091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1125091607459516091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/newfound-friend.html' title='Newfound Friend'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-1043529328568558003</id><published>2008-03-20T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:39:24.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow is Good Friday, the day that my Lord gave up His life for my sin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pierced because of our transgressions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    crushed because of our iniquities; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    punishment for our peace was on Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    and we are healed by His wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We all went astray like sheep; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    we all have turned to our own way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    and the L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; has punished Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    for the iniquity of us all.&lt;br /&gt;Is. 64 : 5-6  HCSB&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lord of glory reigning in His majesty,&lt;br /&gt;Ruling long before the worlds were formed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet when darkness claimed His own,&lt;br /&gt;He stepped from Heaven's throne&lt;br /&gt;To bear a cross and wear a crown of thorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Son of God, so willingly He took my place,&lt;br /&gt;Clothed in robes of frail humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Fragile flesh and blood, priceless crimson flood&lt;br /&gt;Offered up for sin at Calvary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So high the price He paid,&lt;br /&gt;The nails, the cross the grave.&lt;br /&gt;Such pardon He bestowed.&lt;br /&gt;Such grace He showed.&lt;br /&gt;No greater sacrifice, He gave His very life!&lt;br /&gt;So deep the love, so high the price!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Buried like a begger in a borrowed tomb,&lt;br /&gt;Everything for nothing, so it seemed;&lt;br /&gt;But death could never stand against the nail scarred hand,&lt;br /&gt;The power of Heaven's resurrected King!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So deep the love, so high the price!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Deborah Cruise Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-1043529328568558003?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/1043529328568558003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=1043529328568558003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1043529328568558003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/1043529328568558003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/tomorrow-is-good-friday-day-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-4649889119848411622</id><published>2008-03-17T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:59:13.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbity Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When Tyson was 4 months old, his great-grandmother, Mimi, gave him a blue bunny rabbit. It was soft, cuddly and cute with a little pink nose and a white ribbon around it's neck. I put the rabbit in Tyson's crib and handed him to Tyson every once in a while to play with.  Little did I know the long history the two of them would have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tyson was 2, he lost the bunny in a store. We lived in a rural town about 50 miles away from civilization, so our trips to the mall and such were few and far between. We were shopping one day in town and as we were leaving Tyson asked, "Where's bunny?"  We retraced our day back to Burke's Outlet where we last saw the bunny, drove all over the parking lot and walked all around the store looking for something blue on the floor or ground. We didn't find him and Tyson was very sad. During this time, my husband was on a mission trip for 2 weeks, so not only did Tyson lose his most precious possession, he couldn't find his Daddy, either (2-year-olds don't understand where Sri Lanka is).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, we had to make a trip back to town, so I took my good friend Michelle. Before we went home, we decided to go one last time and ask if anyone had turned in the bunny to lost and found. On the way there, Michelle prayed out loud for us, "Dear Father in the name of JESUS, we pray that bunny will be FOUND!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got into the store, the only employee we could find didn't know anything about any lost and found. She half-heartedly looked under her register and motioned for us to take a look for ourselves under the other registers, then went back to her paying customers.  I was about to leave when Michelle spotted something blue underneath a pile of newspapers. It was the bunny!!!  Tyson didn't let that thing out of his sight for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson is now 4 years old, and Rabbity Rabbit (as he was just named about a month ago) is still a very important part of our family.  Tyson now talks to Rabbity and pretends the bunny is talking back. Today when he was about to take a nap, Tyson ran and got the bunny off of the couch and told him, "It's okay, precious. I'm here now," and kissed the bunny's head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-4649889119848411622?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/4649889119848411622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=4649889119848411622&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4649889119848411622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/4649889119848411622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/rabbity-rabbit.html' title='Rabbity Rabbit'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042396004513685542.post-7958193678648314824</id><published>2008-03-17T13:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:27:09.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My amazing 6-year-old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Owen just turned 6 a week ago. Owen is one of the most intelligent children I've ever known.  He knew the alphabet and could count past 10 before he was 2. He knew all the sounds the letters made before he was 3.  He learned to read when he was 4 and now reads on a 3rd or 4th grade level.  He loves playing the piano and shooting hoops on the basketball goal he got for his birthday.  We are alike in our personalities and get along very well together because we understand one another.  I'm homeschooling him now....he's doing 1st grade work this year, making A's in everything...mostly perfect scores in arithmetic.  Owen loves learning like I do, but he has also inherited my love of the great indoors. ;o) I have to force him to play outside because he'd much rather sit in the house and turn pasty white like I always am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited all of Owen's friends to his 6th birthday party. (This was a first for us because family parties are well attended...usually 20 people or so.)  He had a costume party and went as Spiderman. His best buddy came as Venom. We had a meteor shower hit our yard that morning, and the kids helped clean up the mess. They were rewarded with the treats inside the meteors...candy and toys.  Owen's birthday cake was fudge marble with coconut pecan icing. We had a few other games planned, but the kids had a good time just playing freeze tag and hanging out in the yard together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I'll write about Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4042396004513685542-7958193678648314824?l=daynagonzalez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/feeds/7958193678648314824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4042396004513685542&amp;postID=7958193678648314824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7958193678648314824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4042396004513685542/posts/default/7958193678648314824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daynagonzalez.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-amazing-6-year-old.html' title='My amazing 6-year-old.'/><author><name>daynagonzalez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11449184255547001802</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_peW7rURGLTI/SUchkjJzZdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aw_C3t3odmM/S220/IMG_5239+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
