<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 13:51:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Daddy's Girl</title><description>The sometimes crazy, mixed up thoughts and events in the life of a southern daughter of the King of Kings...hence, "Daddy's Girl"</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-4318535386770251348</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-31T20:13:09.840-06:00</atom:updated><title>I'm BAAAAAACK</title><description>I realize it's been a while...it's still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. No excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas. Got WAY too much stuff, spent WAY too much money, ate WAY too much food. Kids got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, I got an 8G &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt; got a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bama&lt;/span&gt; stuff...Christmas was 6 days ago, however, Eddie and I just received the best present we could have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have a family Mario Kart tournament on the Wii on New Year's Eve.  As Man was playing Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt; for the championship, he said, "This has been the best week." I asked him why and he said,"We've been spending time together as a family and we've been having a good time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lexapro&lt;/span&gt;, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy new year. I hope that you all have a happy and healthy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-4318535386770251348?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-baaaaaack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-5285486807465866006</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T14:06:45.538-06:00</atom:updated><title>Updates</title><description>Our trip to North Carolina was wonderful.  We kept the fireplace going most all day long, ate WAAAY too much, took naps, talked and watched Bama beat LSU.  It was a great weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, though, I've been running crazy.  I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that something has to go, and soon.  I'm not doing anything well at this point, including being a good mother to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Thanksgiving is tomorrow.  I love the homey atmosphere around on that day.  We will go to my sister's house around 3:00 and hang out for a while before stuffing ourselves around 5:00.  Then we'll repeat the process on Friday with Mr. Disty's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reflecting back over the month of November, I'd like to let you know a few things I am 100% positive about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Husbands and wives need a little time away from the kids every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is possible to work on a Diary of Saul project and Beowulf flap book at the same time and not confuse the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Almighty God has the heart of the king (president) in His hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. God's love endures forever; it never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  He will never leave us or abandon us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  God is good all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-5285486807465866006?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-7819288860924760248</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T19:03:40.808-06:00</atom:updated><title>A little getaway</title><description>Back in the spring, our church started a new couples ministry called Nucleus.  We are in a group of probably 8 couples and we meet at the church once a month.  We also try to get together one other time a month.  We've eaten at a pizza place, had a Memorial Day social at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; house, and watched the Alabama-Tennessee game among other things.  But next weekend...we will have our Nucleus get together in...North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt; and I and two other couples are headed for the mountains for 4 days!  WITH NO KIDS!  WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!  I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys are going to do some fly fishing in the rivers around our cabin, and the girls, well...I don't really care what we do!  If we stay in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and watch chick flicks all day, that would be just fine with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt; and I got away alone was when Buster was about nine months old.  We went to our &lt;a href="http://www.gorhamsbluff.com/lodging/thelodge.php"&gt;favorite B&amp;amp;B&lt;/a&gt; and had a great, quiet weekend, but it is time for some time away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-7819288860924760248?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-getaway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-3746168175728686104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T10:19:38.827-06:00</atom:updated><title>Sorry...I couldn't help myself!  Hee, hee!</title><description>Mr. Disty sent me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bush Asking for $700 Billion Bailout of Auburn Football Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON—Struggling to stave off football catastrophe, the Bush administration on Wednesday laid out a radical bailout plan with a jaw-dropping price tag: a takeover of a half-trillion dollars or more in an attempt to pay all of Auburn's existing offensive coordinators' buyouts that they still owe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a task that is daunting and has struck fear in the eyes of many on the plains, but if successful it could possibly get Auburn's football program to a bowl game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved fans sent merchandise sales soaring at Anders bookstore. Toomer's Drug Store experienced a complete resurgence in sales the day before on rumors that the federal action was afoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grim-faced President Bush acknowledged risks to taxpayers in what would be the most sweeping collegiate football intervention to rescue a failing football program since the '70s. But Bush declared, "The risk of not acting would be far higher. What is happening on the plains is nothing that resembles the game of football, and we have a moral obligation to clean up the mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROLL TIDE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-3746168175728686104?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorryi-couldnt-help-myself-hee-hee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-8627616298869687670</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-12T17:30:03.997-06:00</atom:updated><title>A new find</title><description>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt; has recently taken a liking to going grocery shopping with me.  Normally, I try not to take any of the kiddos.  I'll end up buying more than I want and the boys tend to drive me crazy asking for everything they see.  But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt; is actually a helper at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found something a few months ago which we've grown to really love as a family.  It's Bis*quick Complete Cheese-Garlic biscuit mix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes in a pouch and all you have to do is add water.  They're ready in 10 minutes.  So easy and DE-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try them for yourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-8627616298869687670?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-find.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-5950073374164191572</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T07:42:11.604-06:00</atom:updated><title>On copying Gayle...</title><description>Have you ever thought about how much "crud" your kids bring home from school?  Let's face it, it's Fall - the leaves are changing, the temps are cooling off and the germs are spreading!  I've never had as many colds in a years time than since I had Darlin in 1997. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were talking about trying to have a baby (the first time), I was doing a lot of research about herbs and vitamins and our health.  I took several herbs before, during and after pregnancy which I fully believe helped me to have three enjoyable pregnancies and deliveries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After babies, I quit taking anything regularly, but still remained interested in herbs.  I take Echinacea &amp;amp; Goldenseal when I feel the first twinge of a raspy throat with a cold, and for several years now, have strongly recommended this to anyone with or catching a cold.  It really helps reduce the duration of a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, I was at the chiropractor.  I was catching a cold at the time, and Doc recommended Emer Gen-C as a way to STOP the progression of a cold.  Emer Gen-C has a ton of vitamin C (1667% of your daily allowance).  You drop the pill into 4 ounces of water and it fizzes (like Alka-Seltzer!).  Then you drink it.  Done.  Do this three times a day and NO MORE COLD SYMPTOMS!  I couldn't believe it.  The only sign I had after doing this for four days was a bit of hoarseness, like the cold had settled in my vocal chords.  But I never felt bad...no stopped up nose, no runny nose, no sneezing...it was a MIRACLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting paid for this, though I would take a small ($100,000) stipend for mentioning it on my blog, but I have to tell the world!  You've gotta try this if you start feeling that raspy feeling in your throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Do you have any home or natural remedies that you love?  I know &lt;a href="http://thewestiecrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-home.html"&gt;Gayle &lt;/a&gt;does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-5950073374164191572?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-copying-gayle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-4874854268368974370</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T20:11:04.632-06:00</atom:updated><title>**Knock, Knock**  Anybody out there?</title><description>Well, I realize it's been weeks since I posted, but it's still the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; thing!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.  I've decided to limit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; time to after the kids go to bed.  I just end up spending too much time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been READING other blogs though.  For instance,  &lt;a href="http://reformedgrits.typepad.com/reformed_grits/"&gt;Reformed Grits &lt;/a&gt;has issued an &lt;a href="http://reformedgrits.typepad.com/reformed_grits/2008/10/hm.html"&gt;invitation&lt;/a&gt; that I would heartily accept were it not for the COST of moving to said island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boomama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has asked a thought provoking &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/2008/10/02/random-things-that-make-me-happy/"&gt;question&lt;/a&gt;, which I will attempt to answer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jesus&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing with Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Girlfriends who "get" me&lt;br /&gt;4.  Seeing good triumph over evil&lt;br /&gt;5.  The effect Classical Christian education is having on my children&lt;br /&gt;6.  A tall Mocha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Frappuccino&lt;/span&gt; Light&lt;br /&gt;7.  Snuggles with Buster&lt;br /&gt;8.  Reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;9.  Sitting on the beach under an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;10.  Weekends away with Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Singing&lt;br /&gt;12.  Discovering a good, new Christian musician&lt;br /&gt;13.  Blue Bell Lemon ice cream&lt;br /&gt;14. Music by David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Crowder&lt;/span&gt; Band&lt;br /&gt;15. Chocolate covered cream filled from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Volunteering at the school&lt;br /&gt;17.  Hearing my kids belly laugh...with each other&lt;br /&gt;18.  Seeing my kids smile after success&lt;br /&gt;19.  Chocolate covered raisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;a href="http://www.vitafamiliae.com/?p=1188"&gt;praising God &lt;/a&gt;with Lora Lynn at &lt;a href="http://www.vitafamiliae.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vitafamiliae&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://thewestiecrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gayle&lt;/a&gt;, I don't think you made a donkey of yourself.  And I love the eyebrows on BOTH OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can P-U-L-L myself away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; long enough to try some lame posts for the two of you who read here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-4874854268368974370?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/10/knock-knock-anybody-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-679119805301881984</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-18T21:03:23.064-06:00</atom:updated><title>Do you see that faraway look in my eyes?</title><description>Okay, I realize it's been quite a while since my last post.  I have been under a spell.  I have been hypnotized.  I have been mesmerized.  By what, you ask?  Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought I'd be into this kind of thing.  I thought it was for the young whipper-snappers.  I thought I had enough stuff to keep me from doing my duties around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, WOW!   I heard a friend talking about it and decided to check it out.  I signed up for a FREE! account and started nosing around.  I found the friend I had heard talk about FB (that's what we Facebook folks call it!).  Then, I started getting Friend Requests.  And more Friend Requests.  And even more Friend Requests.  And now I have 90 friends!  I had no idea I had that many friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are friends from high school, and it's been really cool to catch up with the guy I went to my first sorority lead out with.  And the friend I sat next to every year from 7th grade on to high school graduation because our last names were Sa*** and Se***.  And the friend I lived down the street from for seven years.  And the friend I cut up with in marching band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been addictive as you probably gathered from the my first paragraph.  Anyway, I'll try to do better with the blogging, but I'm not promising anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-679119805301881984?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-see-that-faraway-look-in-my-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-1331454152209486971</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-27T13:11:32.342-06:00</atom:updated><title>Seinfeld anyone?</title><description>I loved Seinfeld when it was on t.v.  One of my favorite things abou thte show was the way they labeled everybody.  They had everthing from a double-dipper to a low-talker.  My k ids seem to have picked up on this label thing, though NOT from Seinfeld! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Man and Buster were playing a game on the Xbox.  This particular game had a split screen when using multi-player.  Things were going along fine, and then Man blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: HEY! YOU KILLED ME!  HOW'D YOU KNOW WHERE I WAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster:  I just guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:  NO YOU DIDN'T! YOU LOOKED AT MY SCREEN!  YOU LOUSY SCREEN LOOKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Disty and I had to contain the laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-1331454152209486971?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/08/seinfeld-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-4091089771967989980</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T13:20:26.556-06:00</atom:updated><title>Where will you be in 10 years?</title><description>I've been considering what to do this fall since my job at the school is over next Friday. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disty&lt;/span&gt; wants me to get one of those Plentiful! Part time! jobs so I can rake in the dough and still be able to get the kids after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm not willing to help with the income, as evidenced by my current job, but because I still consider myself a stay-at-home-mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, if we were in dire straights, I'd surely work, but we aren't to that point. Since Buster is starting school next week, this will be the first time in 11 years that I won't have a child at home with me during the week. I'm ready to "get some things done" around the house. I'm ready to have the house clean for at least an hour before someone under the age of 18 destroys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it, I'm ready to go have a pedicure if I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've never really been an ambitious person as far as a career goes. I wanted to be at home with my kids for as long as I can remember. In college, we went around the class and had to tell where we wanted to be in 10 years. When I said married and at home with some kids, most of the other girls gave me dirty looks. "Why are you wasting money on an education then?" they asked. I don't see it as a waste. My education helps me to do my most important job, teach and train my children. As Christian parents, or any parents for that matter, we are responsible for what our children learn and to what they are exposed. I feel that I do a better job of that by being at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2008/08/great-things.html"&gt;Melanie's&lt;/a&gt; post today got me thinking about this. Has the way you saw your future changed from say, 5, 10 or 20 years ago? I'd love to hear about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-4091089771967989980?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-considering-what-to-do-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-9123994017289654813</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T19:53:47.504-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Buster stories</category><title>Bad habits</title><description>Buster has been running a fever since Wednesday night, and coughing like crazy. The temp got better with ibuprofen, then went back up when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ibu&lt;/span&gt; wore off, so we took a little trip to the doc Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: "So what's going on with Buster?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He's been running fever since Wednesday night, complaining of a sore throat, and coughing like he's been smoking a pack a day. So has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt; for that matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buster: "Hey, I'M the smoker here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I have no idea where he comes up with this stuff! After laughing uncontrollably for a few minutes, I tried to pull it together enough for the doc to tell me it wasn't strep. Since Buster has asthma, and his lungs weren't clear, we came home with a z-pack prescription and instructions to rest. Just a $71 day. Pocket change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-9123994017289654813?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-habits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-4948635449037032239</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T20:52:04.508-06:00</atom:updated><title>What's your perspective?</title><description>My job at the school is just about over now.  The first week of school is my last week at work.  It's been a great experience for me to work again and get the kids up and ready by the time I leave etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title is assistant bookkeeper, but I've done so much more, especially during the summer.  I've helped order and check in supplies and curriculum for the Office Manager, and helped the Development Coordinator with whatever he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those duties has been to put together a newsletter for our upcoming Capital Campaign.  Another has been to help update the school website.  For that, I've been gathering information about the faculty like hobbies, where they attend church and their favorite Bible verse.  As I go around to the different people and ask for their favorite scripture, most everyone says, "Oh.  I'll have to think about that."  So I tell them I'll get back to them.  This has me thinking, what's MY favorite Bible verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have several.  Psalm 91 is the first one that comes to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.  For &lt;strong&gt;he will rescue you&lt;/strong&gt; from every trap and protect you from &lt;strong&gt;deadly disease...Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness,  nor the disaster that strikes at midday.&lt;/strong&gt;  Though a thousand fall at your side, though ten thousand are dying around you, these evils will not touch you.  Just open your eyes, and see how the wicked are punished." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are verses 1 - 3 and 5 - 8.  It seems that an awful lot of people I know or know of have recently received diagnoses of cancer.  I have become fearful for myself and my family about cancer, but if I am finding my shelter in the Most High God, He tells me not to fear it.  I also find a reference (at least in my little mind) to the 9/11 attacks..."Do not dread...the disaster that strikes at midday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love Psalm 139. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses 23 and 24 say,&lt;em&gt; "Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me;  Cross-examine and test me, get a clear picture of what I'm about;  See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong— then guide me on the road to eternal life." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through times where this is the most applicable verse for my life.  I want to honor Him with my life and we all go through times of "pruning" whether we like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question is this; Do you have the same favorite verse at all times, like a life verse, or does it change based on the season you may be going through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-4948635449037032239?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-your-perspective.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-1741444924115400223</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T17:00:36.599-06:00</atom:updated><title>Check her out!</title><description>Hey!  Did anybody see &lt;a href="http://southernhospitality-rhoda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhoda &lt;/a&gt;in the Birmingham News today?  She had a great write up about being a "professional" garage sale shopper.  Click on over and join her "What's your favorite yard sale find?" party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-1741444924115400223?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/08/check-her-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-1096515503468893897</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T14:56:57.733-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Usually, I like soft, quiet, thought provoking music.  But once in a while, I hear a song that takes me back to the rockin' music of the 80's.  Not like Def Leppard (though I listened to my fair share of it!), but a good old Christian song that makes me want to wrinkle up my nose and play air guitar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always liked &lt;a href="http://www.nataliegrant.com/"&gt;Natalie Grant&lt;/a&gt; and she usually has an upbeat song or two on her CD's, but this one really rocks.  It's just as thought provoking as some of the slow songs I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7J4OoQT3FEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7J4OoQT3FEg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have been the wayward child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have acted out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have questioned Sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And had my share of doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And though sometimes my prayers feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They're bouncing off the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The hand I hold won't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And is the reason why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will face heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On Christ the Solid Rock I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bitterness has plagued my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many times before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My life has been like broken glass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I have kept the score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of all my shattered dreams and though it seemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That I was far too gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My brokenness helped me to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's grace I'm standing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will face heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On Christ the Solid Rock I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All other ground is sinking sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And the chaos in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Has been a badge I've worn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Though I have been torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will not be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-1096515503468893897?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/08/usually-i-like-soft-quiet-thought.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-309343788530657915</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T19:52:12.724-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Buster stories</category><title>Good Times</title><description>Have you ever seen the movie "Happily Never After"? It's a cartoon movie that knocks off fairy tales. We got it for the kids recently and they watched it as many times as is humanly possible for 5 days. They've been quoting from it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I haven't actually seen the movie myself, but just listening to the kids talk about it is funny enough. My favorite thing Buster does is this - he'll be playing airplanes with Man and I'll hear, in his best British voice (which he learned from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM"&gt;Charlie's&lt;/a&gt; brother), "Mayday! Mayday! We're going down!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-309343788530657915?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-times.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-3579691064714984240</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-28T14:23:34.518-06:00</atom:updated><title>Reflecting</title><description>The other day, I picked up the Bible I used in high school and college and even until about 5 years ago.  It's a Revised Standard version, which I really like, but when Darlin started school, they had to use an NIV Bible.  Plus, around that time I had started doing &lt;a href="http://www.lproof.org/"&gt;Beth Moore &lt;/a&gt;Bible studies, and as we all know, Sister Beth uses the &lt;a href="http://www.ibs.org/niv/"&gt;NIV&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been cool to go back and look at notes I took and the dates on them, and then remember what I was going through at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One passage I always remember is Second Peter 1:3-4.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Everything that goes into a life of pleasing God has been miraculously given to us by getting to know, personally and intimately, the One who invited us to God. The best invitation we ever received! 4 We were also given absolutely terrific promises to pass on to you—your tickets to participation in the life of God after you turned your back on a world corrupted by lust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we will ever need has been GIVEN to us, it's already ours, we have only to know Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses 5-11 go on to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't lose a minute in building on what you've been given, complementing your basic faith with &lt;strong&gt;good character, spiritual understanding, alert discipline, passionate patience, reverent wonder, warm friendliness, and generous love&lt;/strong&gt;, each dimension fitting into and developing the others. With these qualities active and growing in your lives, no grass will grow under your feet, &lt;strong&gt;no day will pass without its reward as you mature in your experience of our Master Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; Without these qualities you can't see what's right before you, oblivious that your old sinful life has been wiped off the books.&lt;br /&gt;   So, friends, confirm God's invitation to you, his choice of you. Don't put it off; do it now. Do this, and you'll have your life on a firm footing, the streets paved and the way wide open into the eternal kingdom of our Master and Savior, Jesus Christ.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emphasis mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we practice all those things, good character, spiritual understanding, alert discipline, passionate patience, reverent wonder, warm friendliness, and generous love, we will never stumble.  Our way is clear to see Jesus, our Master, our Savior, our Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty easy, but knowing God, it's not likely to be easy.  It never fails to surprise me that He chooses a different way to do most of the things in my life.  I was saved at 12, but still, after 27 years, I expect the road to a lesson to be easy.  I'm comforted by the knowledge that I will someday be like Him, and that these experiences on earth are molding me, shaping me more into His image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-3579691064714984240?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflecting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-5875223167393514645</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-25T15:08:29.807-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hittin' it on the head</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had a bit of a dry spell lately spiritually. I know it's pretty normal but it's pretty rough while you're in the middle of it. Today, as I was driving home alone, this song came on and just plain nailed me. You know how once in a while you hear a song and it's like somebody has a secret camera in your life?  Well, here it is, More Than That by Monk &amp;amp; Neagle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5uoqkQd9rs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5uoqkQd9rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No time to spend with You&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm ever gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;We've grown apart&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm the only one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been so wrapped up in myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying out&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate for help&lt;br /&gt;And I need You more than ever, so I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be better&lt;br /&gt;Though You take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;You deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New eyes to see You&lt;br /&gt;Better than I ever have before&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be who You made me to be&lt;br /&gt;So with Your loving arms here to catch me, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I want to be better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though You take me as I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You deserve more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm no good on my own&lt;br /&gt;I've been here way too long&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawing near&lt;br /&gt;Come meet me here&lt;br /&gt;Save my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be better&lt;br /&gt;Though You take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;I want to give You more, give You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be better&lt;br /&gt;Though You take me as I am&lt;br /&gt;I want to give You more&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;More than that&lt;br /&gt;More than that&lt;br /&gt;I want to give You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-5875223167393514645?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/hittin-it-on-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-6142393148908234183</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T15:40:09.729-06:00</atom:updated><title>Hot as...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SIEJKMArFdI/AAAAAAAAALk/oZVsjw-JAu0/s1600-h/heat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224467113353876946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SIEJKMArFdI/AAAAAAAAALk/oZVsjw-JAu0/s320/heat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least it was hot as you-know-what at my house on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. The air conditioner went out. No, wait...THE AIR CONDITIONER WENT OUT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night time wasn't too bad with fans and windows open and mom crying because it was JUST SO HUMID. (okay, crying might be a slight exaggeration)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Wednesday morning? Trying to get ready for work? In the heat? Oh, the insanity. I finally just packed up my make up and dropped the kids off at my in-laws so I could put on my make up in the bathroom at work. There are few things I&lt;a href="http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2007/10/paper-or-plastic.html"&gt; hate worse &lt;/a&gt;than putting on my makeup in the heat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Disty called my Daddy and had him come take a look-see. He had it fixed and running by noon!! And it only cost $140! Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-6142393148908234183?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-as.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SIEJKMArFdI/AAAAAAAAALk/oZVsjw-JAu0/s72-c/heat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-7250291280766891364</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T08:00:00.954-06:00</atom:updated><title>A day in the life</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SHkyBj1afWI/AAAAAAAAALc/MwJ2WtHIAMg/s1600-h/indiana+jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222260245293333858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SHkyBj1afWI/AAAAAAAAALc/MwJ2WtHIAMg/s320/indiana+jones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boys have been anxious to get the LEGO Indiana Jones game for the Xbox ever since the movie came out. They haven't seen the movie, but they're always up for a new adventure on the Xbox. We've checked with the rental store over and over, to no avail. Until Saturday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought the game home and they met me in the garage to get it. They rushed upstairs and started it. Within about five minutes, they were screaming at each other, "Don't kill ME! Kill the bad guys!" I love to sit back and listen to the commentary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked Man which player was his and he said, "Dead boy." "Dead boy?" I asked. "Yeah, Mom. I'm dead. Darlin killed me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-7250291280766891364?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SHkyBj1afWI/AAAAAAAAALc/MwJ2WtHIAMg/s72-c/indiana+jones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-2683718553308636313</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T11:33:03.735-06:00</atom:updated><title>Expectations</title><description>I've been struggling lately with expectations.  Not so much expectations others have of me, but those I have of others.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with how high to place those expectations.  I struggle with having any expectations of others at all.  I know that just having expectations sets you up for disappointment because the only One who will never disappoint is our Heavenly Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we have to set the bar high for our children - unless there is some extenuating circumstance - because, generally, they'll will perform up to, but not above, those expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I just can't get past the rejection I feel when people choose to attend another church.  It's a free country, I know that.  And believe me, I know that no church is Utopia.  We've had our fair share (maybe MORE than our fair share?) of transition in the last two years.  First a choir director who had been here 16 years, then the children's pastor, then the pastor, then the youth pastor, then the choir director again.  I'm ready for the revolving door to stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might imagine, we've had quite the exodus of congregants as these leaders have left.  One of my dearest friends moved three hours away in all that, and believe it or not, that's been the easiest to handle because she had to move.  Most of the others are still in town, just attending other churches.  I want to stop them and ask why?  I want to know how they can just leave all this behind.  I want to know how they think it will effect relationships they've made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a church hopper.  I've never been one to "worship the man" as my mother-in-law would say.  Isn't church about worshiping the Lord?  Isn't "being fed" supposed to be our own responsibility, not the pastor's?  I thought church was where we had fellowship with other believers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for our church...and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-2683718553308636313?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/expectations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-6100263658392904225</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T20:27:27.773-06:00</atom:updated><title>In order to get my 20,000 words in for today</title><description>I read the paper every day. Not every single article, but I do read the title of every article to see if I'm interested. I also work (ATTEMPT TO WORK) the crosswords and the jumbles. Mainly because they are on the same page as the cartoons, but who's really keeping track??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoons are my favorite part of the paper and I always read about 5 of them. Baby Blues is one of my favorites because I feel like the author is secretly hiding in my house and writing it about my life. Another favorite is Garfield. Then there's Zits, Luann and Family Circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One I'd never read before was Pearls Before Swine. I've heard it was not that funny so I really didn't care to read it. Til one day when I was reading my Baby Blues. Pearls is immediately to the left of Baby in my newspaper, and saw the word DUDE in big letters in the Pearls box. So I read that day's cartoon. It was too funny. I think the characters are a goat, a pig and a rat.  Anyway, it went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rat's Dictionary of Phrases"  The many meanings of "Dude"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rat (typing on his laptop...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude" means "&lt;em&gt;Listen; Check this out.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Duuuuude" means "&lt;em&gt;Your not gonna believe this!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"DUUUUuuude" means "&lt;em&gt;What you just said really TICKED me off!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, dude, dude" means "&lt;em&gt;Hot chick at nine o'clock.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goat (crossing his eyes) - "Dude, that makes absolutely NO sense!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rat - "DUUUUuuude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig (nudging Rat as a beautiful girl walks by) - "Dude, dude, dude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just hear this conversation at a high school lunch table somewhere?  This just cracks me up.  Guys really do use fewer words that us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-6100263658392904225?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-order-to-get-my-20000-words-in-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-5762015237421725819</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 02:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-06T20:34:33.431-06:00</atom:updated><title>It's almost here!!!</title><description>Those of you in the Birmingham area, don't forget that BlawgHer 2008 is this Tuesday! Trista at &lt;a href="http://swtbamamamaof2.blogspot.com/2008/07/attention-all-bham-bloggers.html"&gt;The Pumkin Patch &lt;/a&gt;needs to know if you'll be attending. Click on over and let her know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-5762015237421725819?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-almost-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-6817256995714356413</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-06T20:35:32.661-06:00</atom:updated><title>Prepare yourselves</title><description>I'm about to do something I've never done before...post a picture of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while back, I &lt;a href="http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-bah-gin.html"&gt;posted &lt;/a&gt;about the Paul Mitchell cosmetology school near here. Well, today was my appointment. Now, for those of you considering the possibility of using their services, let me tell you to plan to spend at least twice the amount of time you usually spend at the salon. I was there for 4 hours. It was a very pleasant experience, at least for me. Maybe not for &lt;a href="http://www.reformedgrits.typepad.com/"&gt;Reformed Grits&lt;/a&gt; who was watching my children, but, hey, she volunteered to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it went well, but the final outcome was just a little too dark for my taste. But, guess what, they will fix it for FREE! That's one of my favorite words! So here they are, the before and after shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218246942616984498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SGrv8mT0G7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/A7ou6jZfJ0s/s320/037+-+Copy+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218248735541831122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SGrxk9eaJdI/AAAAAAAAALE/okegjZYiCzU/s320/101_2615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not at all disappointed in the services, they just chose a color that was darker than I like. But here's the best part, instead of it costing $130 for two colors and a toner, it was $53! You can't beat that with a stick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, bottom line, I encourage you local gals (and you know who you are) to take advantage of this place. It's well worth the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-6817256995714356413?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/07/prepare-yourselves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SGrv8mT0G7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/A7ou6jZfJ0s/s72-c/037+-+Copy+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-3087199389176318427</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-27T20:22:05.324-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Darlin stories</category><title>Only a month later...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SGWgQ_nXquI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cFf6TnedZLU/s1600-h/Savannah+fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216751957193501410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SGWgQ_nXquI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cFf6TnedZLU/s320/Savannah+fountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in May, Darlin and I went to Savannah, Georgia, with my Girl Scout troop. We left on a Tuesday and drove the 7 hours with nothing to comment about. We (the adults) thought the highlight of the trip was going to be our dinner that night at Paula Deen's Lady &amp;amp; Sons restaurant. Now, don't get me wrong, the food was oh-so-delicious, but we didn't realize what we had in store the next day for lunch. I'll actually get to that later, but for now, the Lady &amp;amp; Sons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat down and they immediately placed a hoe-cake on our bread plate. This was served with lots of butter and honey. YUM! Then, really before we could eat the hoe-cake, they placed a two-inch-thick, fluffy, light, garlic-cheese biscuit on our plate. This was the best thing about the meal for me, and I am quite the bread connoisseur. We had a buffet full of options - roast, barbecued pork, jerk pork chops, real mashed potatoes, green beans - I can't remember it all now, but you get the idea. For dessert, we had a choice of banana pudding, peach cobbler, or chocolate chip gooey butter cake. I had to go with the peach cobbler and it didn't disappoint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had time to swim at the hotel that night and then settled in for some well deserved rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next three days, we took a trolley tour, did a walking scavenger hunt, toured the birthplace of the founder of Girl Scouts, Juliet Gordon Low, ate dinner at the Pirate's House restaurant, saw a Broadway-type 50's music show, participated in the Girl Scout Militia at Old Fort Jackson, climbed the &lt;a href="http://www.tybeelighthouse.org/"&gt;Tybee Island Lighthouse&lt;/a&gt;, learned about the marine life at Tybee Island Marine Science Center, spent a few hours on the beach, took a dolphin tour, and painted our own pottery! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the highlight of the trip (for me!) was the visit to &lt;a href="http://www.mrswilkes.com/"&gt;Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House &lt;/a&gt;restaurant. We sat down to a table with so many bowls on it, we couldn't fit anything else. Fried chicken, barbecue, turnip greens, mashed potatoes, field peas, cornbread, biscuits, rutabagas, corn, just to name a few. The food was just like your mama made...seasoned with bacon or fat back and WOW were we stuffed when we left. In fact, on the whole trip, every time we were scheduled to eat, no one was hungry! We ate like royalty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very busy trip, but we only had three days to spend, so we packed it full. It was very educational. And to prove that Old Dogs can learn new tricks, I learned that the Girl Scouts helped train troops during World War I. Girl Scouts were taught the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_semaphore"&gt;semaphore&lt;/a&gt; code and then used to teach it to the troops. This was a code used to communicate during the war, and Girl Scouts had a huge part in it! Really cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the girls had a great time and made some memories. I know I did. I feel blessed to be even a small part of these girls' lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-3087199389176318427?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/06/only-month-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Nkx8Kxz8FdU/SGWgQ_nXquI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cFf6TnedZLU/s72-c/Savannah+fountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2363520895054079366.post-7251460775317913206</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-23T21:26:27.088-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>BlawgHer 2008</category><title>BlawgHer 2008</title><description>So it's all set! Anybody in the Birmingham, Alabama, area is invited to the BlawgHer 2008 get together at Sumo Japanese Restaurant at Patton Creek. Check out &lt;a href="http://swtbamamamaof2.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-date.html"&gt;The Pumkin Patch &lt;/a&gt;for the details. That means you, Kim, Gayle, Wendy, Kent and Caroline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2363520895054079366-7251460775317913206?l=daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://daddysgirl-distybug.blogspot.com/2008/06/blawgher-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Distybug)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>