<?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-4310401657379457791</id><updated>2011-10-07T21:27:55.136-05:00</updated><category term='Mops'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Casey'/><title type='text'>Our Peanut Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-2593684263629746706</id><published>2011-01-09T15:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:48:44.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>As I think of what this new year may hold, I can't help but think back. Indulge me a bit as I reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1991 - 20 years ago (can you believe it!?) I was in the middle of my senior year in high school. It was a great year - probably my best school year ever. I spent the summer in Alabama working at a Christian camp. Got a lot of sun and met some cool people and had a blast! Went to Rosedale Bible Institute (yes, that was before it was a College) and met my future husband. Made some lifelong friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 - 10 years ago - Our country had a controversial presidential election finally come to a close. My hubby and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary. 9-11. Don't need to say much more about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 - present - Who knows? I pray for a good year. A year that will be full of life and love and blessing - to and from my dear Father in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not much of a "resolution" maker, but I do like to set goals. This year I only have a couple, but they're pretty loaded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to know my God on a much more intimate level. He loves me and I want to get to know that love even more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get healthy - including losing weight and eating healthier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get organized - including de-cluttering! de-piling! and just plain organized!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's it. Seems like I should be able to accomplish that. I like setting myself up for success, not failure. Here's to a wonderful 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-2593684263629746706?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2593684263629746706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=2593684263629746706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2593684263629746706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2593684263629746706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-2364168531283677097</id><published>2010-12-01T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:21:36.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming!</title><content type='html'>I'm always amazed at how quickly the years go by. I remember when I was a child, older people used to tell me to enjoy each day, "because the older you get, the faster the days go by." Well, they were right. I'm not very old, but I do know that each day and all of it's moments are precious and need to be enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a little flack for setting up my Christmas tree the weekend before Thanksgiving. But I figure, if the stores can have all their Christmas stuff up before Halloween, why in the world do I have to wait until after Thanksgiving to decorate my house? Seriously, this holiday is my favorite and I want to enjoy the wonderful look and feel of it as long as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, having a 4 year-old makes this even more fun. Casey loves Christmas and winter. This year I'm going to try to not be a scrooge about either one. I am struggling with what to get my family for Christmas. I love pictures, both taking them and getting them. So I'm guessing that's the direction we'll go this year. I've never been very good at picking out Christmas gifts. Part of my struggle comes from the fact that we already have so much, why do we have to spend a ton of money on more? I think I would rather take a family vacation somewhere and make a ton of new memories that way. Am I strange? I feel like we get the commercialized part of Christmas shoved down our throats. What is Christmas really about? Does anyone remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I honor Jesus during this time of year? Or better yet, how can I honor Him every day of the year? I find myself becoming so consumed with all the stuff in my life that I forget to make time for the one Person who has made my life possible! If I can change my eating/dieting habits, then I can most certainly change my daily habits and insert Jesus into every aspect of who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post was very random, but so am I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-2364168531283677097?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2364168531283677097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=2364168531283677097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2364168531283677097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2364168531283677097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5161148914382671695</id><published>2010-11-23T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:07:46.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Time</title><content type='html'>Ok, so every time I look at this blog I think, "For pete's sake, Faith, update it already!" So, here I am. I wish I had some pictures to upload and make this post perfect, but since I don't - well, this is what you get. I think the biggest thing right now is that I just need to write something to get over the hump of not writing for so long. Hope that made sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at the computer with our beautiful Christmas tree glowing beside me, and Sports Center blaring in the background. Do those two go together? It seems that I should have Christmas music playing softly as I type. Oh well, I'm not complaining. I'm just letting you in on my life. At one o'clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten over the "not writing" hump, hopefully I'll be back very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5161148914382671695?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5161148914382671695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5161148914382671695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5161148914382671695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5161148914382671695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/update-time.html' title='Update Time'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5875354567066709327</id><published>2010-06-22T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:11:11.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-Busy?</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I always think that things will slow down when summer gets here. I don't know why I usually feel that way, because I'm nearly always wrong about it. I mean, why in the world would things slow down when the weather turns beautiful and there are a million and one things you can do when it's warm outside that you can't do in the freezing bitter cold?! I don't claim to be brilliant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly though, this week is quite un-busy. I need to get some grocery shopping done. I have one photo shoot. We need to go to the pool as often as possible this week because it's warm outside. I need to do the regular household chores. And that's all. Really. Of course after this week, things take off like a wild horse, but I'm going to relish every peaceful moment of this un-busy week. Because these weeks don't come around often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they come around very often? Because I don't let them. Which makes me want to actually schedule these kind of weeks - and I think I will. Why not? I feel so much more relaxed, and it's only Tuesday. So, here's to a relaxing summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5875354567066709327?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5875354567066709327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5875354567066709327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5875354567066709327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5875354567066709327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/un-busy.html' title='Un-Busy?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5827259876303105514</id><published>2010-06-04T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:10:09.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer?</title><content type='html'>It's sad. My house looks like we've been having nice weather. Meaning that we've been spending the majority of our time outside! That's not a bad thing. I just need to be more efficient when I'm inside. I'll get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the pool is opening and Casey is chomping at the bit to get there. She's so funny! This year I'm having her start swim lessons and hopefully I can teach her some basics, too. After all, I'm assuming we will be there almost every day. I'm looking forward to the adult swim time. I'm going to take full advantage of it and get in a good workout. Last summer I went a couple times, not nearly as often as I should have! And wow! What a workout! I was really out of shape then, I can only imagine how bad it will be this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready to take our "new" camper on it's maiden voyage. Next weekend we finally get to use Chris' creation and I can't wait! It's always fun to camp with friends, but this time we won't have to sleep in a tent and we'll have air conditioning! I'll post pictures as soon as I take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey was sick for 10 days with Hand, Foot &amp;amp; Mouth. It was awful! The pictures I posted earlier were only the start of how bad it got. Poor child wouldn't eat a thing and I basically had to force her to drink. She had a horrible sore throat along with blisters on her tongue, cheeks, gums and lips. Unfortunately, there's nothing they can do for this - it's viral and has to run it's course - but, wow, it was horrible. From what I read, I think she had an exceptionally bad case of it. By Friday, day 8, it was so bad, I called the Dr just to see if there was anything else I could try. She called in a prescription that I later found out was just to appease me - she never actually spoke with me. And that REALLY upset me! Enough so that I've switched doctors. &lt;u&gt;Never &lt;/u&gt;prescribe something for my child just to get me off your back... In spite of all that, I now have my sweet Casey back and jumping to go swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice weather and lunch is calling my name... Lunch, by the way, is homemade pizza made with olive oil for the sauce, fresh mozzarella and veggies. The best pizza ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5827259876303105514?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5827259876303105514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5827259876303105514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5827259876303105514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5827259876303105514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html' title='Summer?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-540563366505061820</id><published>2010-05-26T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:54:12.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand, Foot &amp; Mouth....</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that I did not know what Hand, Foot &amp;amp; Mouth disease was until this week. It has to be among one of the most painful sicknesses a child can get. Casey started with symtoms on Friday afternoon - fever, not feeling well - and by Sunday night she had sores all over in her mouth, tongue &amp;amp; throat. Her mouth is so swollen, it looks like she got smacked in the face. And it hurts. They say this lasts 7-10 days and this is day 5 of pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2e9OHOd5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5TvAEVPzszc/s1600/IMG_4047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2e9OHOd5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5TvAEVPzszc/s400/IMG_4047.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately for kids, this is highly contagious. The best way to avoid it, is to teach your children how to wash their hands. I would say that I'm a stickler for clean hands, and yet, my dear Casey still got this. I feel so bad for her, if I could take this pain away from her I would in a heartbeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2fBaBD-eI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mDavRY4Y8I4/s1600/IMG_4053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2fBaBD-eI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mDavRY4Y8I4/s400/IMG_4053.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2fE6kPNcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JYJM3MKDrac/s1600/IMG_4056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2fE6kPNcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JYJM3MKDrac/s400/IMG_4056.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Notice all the blisters on her lips and tongue. It really is a horrendous disease. Thankfully, once this is over, she won't have to worry about getting it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-540563366505061820?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/540563366505061820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=540563366505061820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/540563366505061820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/540563366505061820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand-foot-mouth.html' title='Hand, Foot &amp; Mouth....'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_2e9OHOd5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5TvAEVPzszc/s72-c/IMG_4047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5521156469578517016</id><published>2010-05-18T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:18:24.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_K7SXJvskI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AhNodE3MJk4/s1600/IMG_4029+bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_K7SXJvskI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AhNodE3MJk4/s640/IMG_4029+bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Casey with Grampa &amp;amp; Gramma Dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young girl, I loved to spend time with my grandparents. I grew up just down the road from my mom's parents and in the summertime, I think my sister and I were up there almost every day. I remember watching Grosdoddy clean fish while he would tell us the fishing story of the day. I remember helping Grosmommy in the garden and house. Sometimes she would even put little quilts in a frame for us to "quilt". Growing up with grandparents is a treasure. I'm so happy that Casey knows and loves each of hers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5521156469578517016?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5521156469578517016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5521156469578517016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5521156469578517016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5521156469578517016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S_K7SXJvskI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AhNodE3MJk4/s72-c/IMG_4029+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8901217190259440200</id><published>2010-05-14T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:11:08.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be debt-free...</title><content type='html'>Chris and I are trying desperately to get out of debt. We've put ourselves on a strict budget and are throwing every penny on our lousy debts. I'm a big fan of Dave Ramsey's and have been inspired by all those people who call in to his show to scream, "I'm debt free!!" I want to do that someday. It sickens me to think that we could have been out of debt years ago - long before Casey was born - if we had been sensible and smart about our money... But you can't change the past, you can only learn from it and move forward. Which is what we are doing. And we are making progress, even on our measly little income. We've stopped using our credit cards, which is what got us into trouble in the first place! But now, it's the unexpected expenses that keep popping up - - Chris' appendectomy in February, major car repair in April, health insurance increase - - just to name a few. Amazingly, we're still making progress on that debt, even though we've had a bit of a setback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will all be worth it in the end. To be debt-free. Can you imagine? What would you do? I know what I'll do - celebrate!! We're getting a sitter and going out on a date - a real one! And we're going to stay on a budget so that this never happens again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-8901217190259440200?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8901217190259440200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8901217190259440200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8901217190259440200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8901217190259440200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-to-be-debt-free.html' title='Oh to be debt-free...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-205189584669083797</id><published>2010-05-12T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:44:56.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaining...</title><content type='html'>I am getting tired of this cold drippy weather! I want summer!! I'm not trying to complain, it just comes naturally when I have to wear a coat to go outside because otherwise I'll get cold... Ok, I'm done complaining. I intend to make a positive impact on my world today, and that means a smile and happy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by getting off the computer - after I'm done posting this - and cleaning my house! The dining room table has a stack of papers on it, the laundry needs to be done and I think I'll clean the bathtub - it's looking a little grimy... When I get that done, I know I'll feel better - honestly! Oh yes, I also want to make cards with my daughter. That should be fun - nothing like a 4 year old with scissors and glue! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because if it today were a gorgeous warm and sunny day, I'd be complaining because of all the things that need to be done inside... So here's to turning the tables on myself and that attitude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-205189584669083797?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/205189584669083797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=205189584669083797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/205189584669083797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/205189584669083797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/complaining.html' title='Complaining...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3955508320337991432</id><published>2010-05-10T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:21:22.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>I remember how I felt 5 years ago when Mother's Day rolled around. I was sad that I wasn't a mom, and I felt a little sorry for myself thinking that I never would be a mom. But God knew what He was doing, and month later I found out I was pregnant. Now here we are, with the most beautiful, spoiled daughter in the world. And I'm the happiest mom around. Sure, there are days.... But the good far outnumber the bad. And I wouldn't trade a minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful Mother's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-3955508320337991432?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3955508320337991432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3955508320337991432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3955508320337991432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3955508320337991432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1589805223380407633</id><published>2010-05-05T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:18:10.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I procrastinate?</title><content type='html'>I wish I wasn't such a procrastinator. Seriously. If I would just do things right away when I think about it, then I can only imagine how much more I would accomplish in a day. Right now, for instance, there is a pile of laundry waiting to be folded, a dryer waiting to be emptied (and folded), dirty dishes and a stack of papers to go through. At least I stopped to write here - which I've been putting off for the past little while....obviously. Again, I don't know why. I mean, it's so easy to sit down at the computer and take a couple minutes to write something. It's not that hard. But for some reason, I procrastinate. And then, before I know it, way too much time has gone by and the job that should've been done long ago still sits there - waiting to be done. So what am I going to do about it? I think I will take a step in the right direction, and for the rest of today - I will not procrastinate. Tomorrow, I shall try the same thing. And we'll see if taking on this problem one day at a time will help me overcome this particularly unsightly flaw in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. I feel better already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1589805223380407633?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1589805223380407633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1589805223380407633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1589805223380407633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1589805223380407633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-do-i-procrastinate.html' title='Why do I procrastinate?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-6497055026096950044</id><published>2010-04-22T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:33:39.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Day</title><content type='html'>Today was both a sad day and a wonderful day. Sad, because it was the last Mops meeting for this year. Wonderful, because I realized that I have made 9 fabulous friends this year. This was my 4th year of Mops and by far the best. The ladies at my table just clicked. Our personalities seem to mesh well and we always have a great time together. It wasn't all fun and laughter, though. We were able to spend time praying for each other and sharing from our hearts. I think Mops really filled a need in my life the past 8 months like it hasn't in the past. Thank you, God, for these wonderful new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3ROsuFUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eGsUvvfpHYU/s1600/IMG_3931+Mops+Table.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3ROsuFUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eGsUvvfpHYU/s640/IMG_3931+Mops+Table.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The BEST Mops table ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was also a gorgeous day! Casey and I were outside again, planting flower seeds. It'll be interesting to see &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; they make their appearance since she did most of the planting. *smile* I'll be sure to take pictures. Casey is truly my sweetheart. She makes me laugh and cry, but I think mostly it's her carefree approach to life that keeps me inspired. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3YdIIL1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z_qJ1DhYsps/s1600/IMG_3933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3YdIIL1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z_qJ1DhYsps/s640/IMG_3933.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet, little princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3iDXstjI/AAAAAAAAAME/SGgngIVULRY/s1600/IMG_3936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3iDXstjI/AAAAAAAAAME/SGgngIVULRY/s640/IMG_3936.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who LOVES to get dirty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-6497055026096950044?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6497055026096950044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=6497055026096950044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6497055026096950044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6497055026096950044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-day.html' title='A Wonderful Day'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S9D3ROsuFUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eGsUvvfpHYU/s72-c/IMG_3931+Mops+Table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5626899777853641414</id><published>2010-04-21T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:29:49.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...Spring</title><content type='html'>I love Spring! (Although Summer is still my favorite!!) I spent all afternoon outside. It was wonderful. I tilled up my little garden and planted lettuce and onions. And plotted out where I want my tomatoes and peppers to go once it's warm enough. Hopefully I can get to my flower beds tomorrow. I'm finding that there is something very therapeutic about working in the dirt. I don't know if it's the promise of food and flowers to come, or if it's just the whole idea of being outside without having to bundle up...hmmm - I think it's the last part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is starting to look so beautiful outside. The trees are turning green. The grass is growing. The birds are nesting. Flowers are blooming. Spring just oozes new life and I love it. God really knew what He was doing when He made the seasons - except I'm still not sure about the usefulness of a 4 month winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a documentary recently about how over-processed our food is, and it really made me thankful that I live in a state that produces so much food - naturally. I don't have to go very far at all to get grass-fed meat or home-grown produce. I've become so picky when I buy meat in the stores - Did you know that most of the "fresh" meat at Aldi and Walmart, for example, is a combo pack from the USA, Mexico and Canada!?! Why in the world is this country buying meat from Mexico and Canada? Oh. My. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done with my soapbox for now. Can't wait to see where Bulaga goes in the draft tomorrow night! Go Hawkeyes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5626899777853641414?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5626899777853641414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5626899777853641414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5626899777853641414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5626899777853641414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhspring.html' title='Ahh...Spring'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-2577715735393884276</id><published>2010-04-20T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:31:53.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Michigan</title><content type='html'>Casey and I just got back from a week in Michigan. Chris' grandmother is living with his folks, and we thought it would be nice to go up and help out. I specifically went to help with the cooking and cleaning, and Casey went along to spend time with Grampa and Ganna. Casey had a lot of fun during the days with Grampa - he took her for a ride on the excavator, she really enjoyed playing in the sawdust in his shop - which made for a very dirty little girl. She also got to ride a 4-wheeler and pet baby chicks. She spent time playing with cousins and made friends with Armanda's cat, Igor. Needless to say, the week flew by and we are now home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris stayed home and, in his words, "made the paycheck". Hopefully, he will go with us on the next trip. I tried to have plenty of food in the house for him, since he's not known for his cooking. Unless you count cereal and frozen pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with G'ma Eula was really a treat. She's bedridden, but has a seemingly good attitude about it all. I tried to make food that she would enjoy since she barely eats enough to keep a bird alive, and I think her favorites were the cookies - go figure. I think she's eaten so healthily for the past 20 years, that she rather enjoyed the "not-so-good-for-you" treats. I do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to focus on life here at home. I really want to get outside and clean up my garden and flower beds, get some flowers, onions and lettuce planted, and mow lawn! I'm hoping that this weather is an indication of a fabulous spring and summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-2577715735393884276?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2577715735393884276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=2577715735393884276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2577715735393884276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2577715735393884276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/michigan.html' title='Michigan'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8451953271620676478</id><published>2010-03-10T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:05:36.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Looking around at my house right now, you would never know that approximately a year ago a friend came over to help me organize. Everything looked so nice and neat when she left and now, if I didn't know better, I'd swear someone ransacked the place. There are blankets laying over the couch and draped over chairs to make a "house". There are clean, folded clothes lying on the living room floor waiting to be transported upstairs, along with an undisclosed number of toys. There are tiny pieces of cut up paper laying on the dining room floor from a 4-year old's "project". There are dirty and clean dishes piled on the kitchen counter. The kitchen floor is so dirty that today when I dropped a dollop of dip, I didn't even bother to wipe it up because I HAVE to mop later anyway. The garbage truck got missed yesterday, so the trash is setting in the kitchen waiting to be taken to the porch. The dining room table is piled with papers and stuff I need to "go through". The play room, well, let's just say it needs to be cleaned up. Oh, and I need to pick my coat up off the floor where it landed when I came home from my house cleaning job this morning. We won't even discuss the irony of that last sentence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder where my days go, and how at the end of them I find myself asking, "what did I actually accomplish today?" Well, yesterday morning I woke up and ate breakfast with my daughter. After that, we made masks - like the kind people wear to a masked ball. She added her fun little decorations and they turned out really cute. We made lunch together, and then baked a chocolate cake in the afternoon. I laid down on the futon with her and read stories and we took a nap. After supper, we watched American Idol together and then I read her some more stories before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my day in that light, I guess I accomplished quite a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-8451953271620676478?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8451953271620676478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8451953271620676478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8451953271620676478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8451953271620676478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1922013480165552024</id><published>2010-02-26T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:26:44.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Connecting</title><content type='html'>I think I'm finally starting to feel a few Facebook (FB) withdrawal symptoms. It's been a week, and I've paid attention to a ton of things that were suffering from the lack thereof; however, I'm also starting to realize that I had let FB become my social life - yikes! I mean, it's FB, come on! How scary is that!? That's why I think I'm feeling the withdrawal. I guess you could say I'm feeling a little "lonely"? How ridiculous does that sound...ugh.... So, looking ahead - I am going to be intentional about re-connecting with my friends - in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good re-connect this past week. And it reminded me how crazy, and sometimes devastating, gossip can be. Oh man, I really want to be the person who does NOT listen to, participate in or encourage gossip. It's so ugly and amazing how quickly it can become this huge distorted monster. Seriously. I learned an invaluable lesson this week - when I hear something about a family member or a friend, I need to go directly to them. And I mean directly - do not pass Go, do not collect $200 - go directly to them. Psalm 39:1 says, &lt;b&gt;"I will watch my ways and keep my tongue from sin; I will put a muzzle on my mouth..."&lt;/b&gt; That pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note... Be sure to check out my new &lt;i&gt;amateur &lt;/i&gt;photography blog &lt;a href="http://www.enjoythemomentphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Enjoy The Moment"&lt;/a&gt;. I don't claim to be a pro, but I sure do love to take pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1922013480165552024?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1922013480165552024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1922013480165552024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1922013480165552024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1922013480165552024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/re-connecting.html' title='Re-Connecting'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1223209850696996170</id><published>2010-02-23T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:12:26.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the fast continues...</title><content type='html'>Let's see, I'm now on Day 5 of my Facebook fast, and I wish I could say that I'm missing it, but I'm really not. I'm kind of surprised by that, but it also tells me that it was something that I didn't need to be spending that much time doing...duh! I've spent more time with my daughter, my house is getting straightened up and clean again, my tax stuff is nearly ready to send out, the MOPS directory is almost done, I've started working on a scrapbook and that's just the beginning! Now I need to fill more of my time with "God-time". After all, isn't that the purpose of fasting? Again - duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been inspired lately, to do more thrift store shopping. I'm already a bargain hunter, but I've never really tried to define and then actually dress in "my style". So I've been trying to find my style. In the past I've bought clothing simply because it was cheap and fit, but now I'm trying to be more particular in what I purchase. It's another reason that I'm trying so hard to lose weight this year - so I can find more clothes that fit me! My inspiration has come from this blogger: &lt;a href="http://juniperjames.wordpress.com/"&gt;Juniper James&lt;/a&gt;. I love her ideas and her sense of style. I don't think I was born with a natural sense of style; however, I do believe that a person can be trained - and I'm working on it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1223209850696996170?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1223209850696996170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1223209850696996170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1223209850696996170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1223209850696996170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-fast-continues.html' title='And the fast continues...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-6652669955697981725</id><published>2010-02-19T11:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:16:29.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UbZZ_1jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rINNmHJTpkM/s1600-h/IMG_3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UbZZ_1jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rINNmHJTpkM/s400/IMG_3793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018967051621938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey is a healthy growing 4 year old. Chris is recovering quickly from his surgery. And me, well, I'm trying to get back on track. It's been a busy February so far! Casey got sick right before her birthday, and it hung around for a week. Then Chris got sick. He was having pretty bad stomach cramps, and we treated it as though it was a stomach virus until the third day - when he said he was ready to go see the doctor. Well, he ended up with a pretty bad case of appendicitis - had to have emergency surgery! It ended up being gangrenous (yikes &amp;amp; yuck!) and was perforated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UbPNtbMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9owqenDLZuU/s1600-h/IMG_3777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UbPNtbMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9owqenDLZuU/s400/IMG_3777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018964315729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has a lovely 4 inch incision and was in the hospital for 3 days. What a way to start out the month! Fortunately, his parents were already on their way out to visit us and they were able to watch Casey while I spent most of my days and all of my nights at the hospital. I felt so bad that I wasn't able to spend more time with them, but Glenda kept telling me that she was so happy to be able to help out. And since they are so far away, I can totally appreciate how she feels. I would want to be able to help my children out, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was challenged yesterday to fast from something until Easter, and for some reason, Facebook kept coming to my mind. Thus, I've decided to take a Facebook fast. As I was thinking and praying about it, I really started to see how much of my time has been spent on that crazy network. It's insane! I'm hoping to use this time to seriously reconnect with God and my family. I would also like to get back into blogging. I enjoy writing, and even though I don't consider myself very gifted at it - there is a certain amount of therapy in doing it. I've never really been a journal-er so this, in a sense, is my journal. I don't care if no one ever reads it, it's good for me to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UahuHkwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lJsuTTAhVMU/s1600-h/IMG_3714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UahuHkwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lJsuTTAhVMU/s400/IMG_3714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440018952103629570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey turned 4 this month! I cannot believe how fast the time has gone by! Even though she was sick, I still made a cake and we had a present. I say "present" because I was a procrastinator and did not purchase her gift before she got sick and then we were home-bound for a week. So she didn't get her real present until a week after, but she didn't mind at all. I guess I learned that when I know what I want to get for a gift - to get it now - even if the event is months away! You never know what can happen... Anyway, Casey is thrilled to be 4, and keeps saying, "I'm 4, next I'll be 5 and then I'll be 6!" Just what mommy wants to hear - time moving faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all that to say, I hope to continue my blogging journey on a regular, consistent basis. No more of this once a month posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-6652669955697981725?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6652669955697981725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=6652669955697981725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6652669955697981725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6652669955697981725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook-fast.html' title='Facebook Fast'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S37UbZZ_1jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rINNmHJTpkM/s72-c/IMG_3793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3510755458839214126</id><published>2010-02-01T23:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:11:44.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to begin. This past week has been difficult, to say the least. Casey got her annual croup and is only now starting to get better. Needless to say, I am drained. I haven't gotten more than about 3 hours of sleep at a time in the past week, and it's starting to show. I have a great cold going and Chris is developing some nice symptoms, too. Today, my patience died and I had to dig deep to find some - which I did. Wasn't easy. But thank goodness we are finally on the upswing, so maybe tomorrow will be a better day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tomorrow, it's Casey's 4th birthday. I can't believe my baby is 4!! Wow. I got her cake done tonight, and I actually wrapped a small present for her. The sickies of the last week prevented me from going shopping like I had originally planned, so her real present is going to have to wait. I know, I should've gotten it weeks ago and there's no reason I didn't. Next year, I will. I really hope we are all well enough to celebrate tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's nighty-night time for this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-3510755458839214126?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3510755458839214126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3510755458839214126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3510755458839214126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3510755458839214126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1311217800451719745</id><published>2010-01-12T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:55:43.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandwagon</title><content type='html'>So, Chris has finally jumped on my bandwagon - we are both going to try to lose weight this year. I can't express my relief that he's finally doing this with me. It's so hard to go it alone... Now he's also concerned that we eat healthier and not have so much junk food around - which includes my yummy homemade treats.... Hopefully we can make this work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of trying to cut back a bit on sugar, carb intake - I made a crustless pizza today for lunch. It was really good! I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. Basically, I used hamburger for the crust - pressed it into the pan and baked it for 30 minutes, then drained it and added the rest of the ingredients. I added a little more sauce than I normally would for pizza, but since it's my own recipe, I know exactly what's in it and it's not loaded with sugar like a lot of sauces. I should've taken a picture - maybe next time. Chris said I could definitely make it again, so I guess that means it's a winner! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the weight thing, this year we are trying desperately to get out of credit card debt. We made exceptionally bad choices in that area several years ago and are now trying to dig out of that hole. I look back at what our income used to be before Casey was born and I just cringe - we could've been out of debt YEARS ago! But that doesn't help us now, so... for the past 2 years we have been buckling down - especially last year! - and praying that we can be out from under that debt by the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to come up with ideas to contribute to that "loss" of debt. So, I'm hoping to pick up a couple of house-cleaning jobs. I don't really enjoy it, but it's not fair for Chris to be working 2 jobs and house cleaning is good money and would help out tremendously! I also want to get more involved with taking pictures. Of people, that is. :) I love photography and feel like there's so much opportunity out there. I'm really looking forward to seeing where this year takes me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1311217800451719745?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1311217800451719745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1311217800451719745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1311217800451719745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1311217800451719745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/bandwagon.html' title='Bandwagon'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8494649659480053099</id><published>2009-11-22T13:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:17:45.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today!</title><content type='html'>I have got to back into the habit of writing on here. I think about it a lot and then something always seems to come up and distract me. So I'm just going to start - - today is the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts &amp;amp; goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to come up with a good daily routine for Casey and myself, so that we don't end up in front of the either the tv or computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more disciplined in my life. Especially in my relationship with Jesus. I know He gets put on the back burner way too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my husband to feel like this home is his castle and that he is the king. I know that our relationship is very important and I want him to know that I love him without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do friends make bad choices. Choices that they know are wrong and yet they make them anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this is a very strange post, but I had to start somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-8494649659480053099?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8494649659480053099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8494649659480053099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8494649659480053099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8494649659480053099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3840915522593286772</id><published>2009-10-06T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:06:48.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a box of chocolates...</title><content type='html'>It's true, life is like those crazy chocolates - you bite into one hoping it's a flavor you like. It seems like my life has been that way lately. The chocolates haven't always been good. I find myself stressing about being a good wife and mom, and winding up being neither. At least that's how it feels. But things will get better, they always do. And even though "better" is relative, I know that God will make things better. I'll be able to live with my life and not dread the morning. Enough philosophy for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm coming out of my spiritual valley - after at least 2 years of it. Getting involved in a small group has definitely helped, although it seems like we haven't been there much lately. Having that spiritual input and accountability is something that I now realize I need. I tend to flail without it. Last week I was feeling really down and out, and a few different events really brought me to my knees. I was praying and begging God to please let me know that He still cares about me. Well, a couple days later, one of my dear friends let me know that she felt prompted to pray for me and my family. I cried; in fact, I bawled. God does care. I'm so thankful. Even when I felt that He had left me, He was really there the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my days are starting to look brighter. And it cracks me up, because the only thing that has changed is my walk with God. He really does make a difference. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I'll just reach into the chocolate box without looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-3840915522593286772?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3840915522593286772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3840915522593286772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3840915522593286772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3840915522593286772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='Life is like a box of chocolates...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-4382282878301690516</id><published>2009-09-02T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:06:38.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WJMrOImI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IAatIYz4FPg/s1600-h/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WJMrOImI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IAatIYz4FPg/s400/IMG_2240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040827380802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WIzeoPTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/09DdgSI0t7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WIzeoPTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/09DdgSI0t7Q/s400/IMG_2246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040820617100594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WIZE3VgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vdg2egjaD6o/s1600-h/IMG_2247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WIZE3VgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vdg2egjaD6o/s400/IMG_2247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040813529716226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WH4IE6kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TD58iyLMvq8/s1600-h/IMG_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WH4IE6kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TD58iyLMvq8/s400/IMG_2249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377040804684819010" 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/4310401657379457791-4382282878301690516?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4382282878301690516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=4382282878301690516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4382282878301690516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4382282878301690516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday....'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp8WJMrOImI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IAatIYz4FPg/s72-c/IMG_2240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5959816189944167591</id><published>2009-09-01T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:27:32.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>I'm ashamed. I was reminded by a friend of mine today that I need to update my blog. June was a long time ago. Then I went to add a post and realized that I had started one, on August 11, and never finished. Yikes! So now I'm starting again, on September 1. This time, I will finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a crazy busy summer! It started at the end of April with with a trip to Ohio for a mother/daughter weekend with my mother-in-law. Then it was a trip to Mississippi in May to visit my sister. Followed by a trip to Michigan to visit the in-laws. In June and July, I went down to my mom's nearly every week, and it seemed like it was always for a couple days. In August, I stayed h.o.m.e. Didn't travel, but I did have Mops Steering meetings, started taking a pilates class and in general - was way too busy - again! Adios, my summer... :( Would I do it all again? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm preparing myself for Casey starting preschool. I'm excited and sad at the same time. My baby is growing up, and way too fast if you ask me. I know she'll do well in school. She loves to play with other kids and I know she'll love her teachers. She goes 2 mornings a week from 9-11:30. Needless to say, her play room is going to get cleaned out!  **hehehe** (evil laugh...) My little princess does not need this many toys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking forward to organizing the rest of my house. Last week a friend of mine came over and helped me with my dining room. I'll let you be the judge of the results. I'm very pleased, to say the least! :) Now I'm going through my decorating stuff and trying to figure out what I want to put up and what needs to leave the house forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp2AxXrU6II/AAAAAAAAAG8/rcnP2ZvG3OI/s1600-h/IMG_2225+Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp2AxXrU6II/AAAAAAAAAG8/rcnP2ZvG3OI/s400/IMG_2225+Before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376595115807926402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp2AyJlpFsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gzJFpRaaRXI/s1600-h/IMG_2229+After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp2AyJlpFsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gzJFpRaaRXI/s400/IMG_2229+After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376595129205855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I will also try to do better at updating my Peanut Diary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5959816189944167591?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5959816189944167591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5959816189944167591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5959816189944167591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5959816189944167591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/Sp2AxXrU6II/AAAAAAAAAG8/rcnP2ZvG3OI/s72-c/IMG_2225+Before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-4093709069771544123</id><published>2009-06-24T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:51:34.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3/20</title><content type='html'>Day 3/20 The Firm - Cardio&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I actually made it through the entire workout tonight. I'm sore, yes, but I made it!! Granted I didn't have a ton of other exercise today, but I'm not going to let that fact steal my thunder. :) Btw, it's a 58 minute workout, so it's not just a quick "pop-the-dvd-in-and-roll" kind of thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Facebook. Plain and simple, I'm totally addicted. I have found so many old friends that I thought I would never see or hear from again. People I've just lost touch with. One of these is a dear old friend that I used to write to ALL THE TIME when I was a kid - and even through High School. I lost touch with her after Rosedale. But then, because of the beauty that is Facebook, I nearly fell off my chair when I saw that Rhoda wanted to be my "friend"!! I can't believe that I've found her (actually, I guess she found me!) after all these years - I think it's been about 17 years. I'm so looking forward to catching up with her again, and STAYING in touch this time. She was such an encouragement to me when I was a kid and such a good friend. She used to always encourage me to keep up and build up my relationship with God, and I find it so timely that now - when that part of my life has become such a struggle - God has helped us to find each other again. Thank you, God. You're timing is so impeccable. Why do I ever question it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads into the next topic - my spiritual life/struggle. Why can't being a Christ-follower be easy?! I mean, seriously, why not? I go through my daily life, doing all the things that I do every day, and suddenly I'm tired and realize that I've done nothing for God. Why is He the last person on my mind, when obviously my life would be so much better if He were the first person there! I'm trying. I really am. I keep thinking that maybe if we could just get involved in a small group and be more accountable that things would change. But so far we've been unable to find a church that will actually put us in one. Who knew that it would be so hard to find a small group? I guess that needs to be my prayer - that we find a church/small group to be accountable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound so depressing. I am enjoying life, after all. It would just be that much better if I could find my way back to a deep relationship with my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-4093709069771544123?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4093709069771544123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=4093709069771544123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4093709069771544123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4093709069771544123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-320.html' title='Day 3/20'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-7332472322937454892</id><published>2009-06-24T08:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:48:41.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2/20</title><content type='html'>I'm going to post my exercise progress - this should help to keep me accountable, plus it'll give me something to look back on when I need encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2/20 The Firm - Cardio (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;Holy Cow! It truly kicked me this time! I only made it through half the video (30 min). I just couldn't move anymore! I don't feel too bad though, because I mowed lawn at noon (20 min) in the scorching heat and humidity, went swimming at 2, then came home and did the workout. I slept like a log last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told Chris to hide the scale because otherwise I'll be totally tempted to stand on the stupid thing every day. That's what I've done in the past when trying to lose weight, and let me tell you - it does not help the motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for exercise: (5 days a week)&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks - The Firm Cardio&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks - The Firm Body Sculpt&lt;br /&gt;repeat above then start alternating with The Firm Abs for 4 weeks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-7332472322937454892?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7332472322937454892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=7332472322937454892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7332472322937454892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7332472322937454892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-220.html' title='Day 2/20'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-2993465124831541835</id><published>2009-06-23T00:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:43:27.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...where does the time go? Wherever - it's gone. And so quickly. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1/20:&lt;br /&gt;I've made a commitment to do serious exercise for the next 4 weeks. I purchased The Firm videos a couple years ago and have I done anything with them? Nope. That is changing as of today. For the next 4 weeks, I will be doing the videos 5 days a week. Chris informed me that I need to quit complaining that I'm not losing weight - since I haven't been doing any kind of regular exercise... and he's right. So, that is changing. (As I've mentioned several times already.) I did the first video this afternoon - HOLY COW! It totally kicked my butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued at a more reasonable hour of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-2993465124831541835?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2993465124831541835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=2993465124831541835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2993465124831541835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2993465124831541835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-7686205968347791061</id><published>2009-05-21T19:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:09:14.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fog</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for a trip is always a "trip" at our house. I seem to always wait until the last minute to try and get everything done. I like to clean up the house a bit, so that we don't come home to a pig-sty, but I usually end up running around like a chicken without a head for the last couple of hours. It's sad, really. I keep hoping that someday I will be a better housekeeper, organizer, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a package I've been looking forward to, it's my "&lt;a href="http://www.springcleanyearround.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spring Clean, Year 'Round&lt;/a&gt;" kit! I was reading about it and decided that I needed to try something to get me going in the right direction. I'll let you know how this works out. Check out the site, it's really an interesting product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog that is my life continues. I've realized that though I easily opened up and shared with my friends back home, I don't do the same here. I've become very good at surfacy stuff. I've got a mask on that could fool just about anyone, and it has. I remember the first year we were here, I tried, somewhat, to share me - especially at mops. But it didn't work. I don't know what I was expecting, but people really don't care when they don't know you. I don't blame them. I had never been in the situation where I was the new person - it was always someone else - or I had someone in the group that I already knew. Not so here. I really didn't hold much back that first 6 months to a year, but after that I started closing up shop. And that's where I find myself today - superficial, fake, pretender - everything I despise in others. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One exception to this is Julie. I'm slowly learning to just be me with her and to be real. And honestly, I have not a clue where I would be without her! And I wish we'd have started hanging out that first year. Oh well, God totally knew that I wasn't picking a chiropractor by chance. I believe that He guides us when we let Him - all He asks is that we follow. So I will continue my search for that closeness with Him, and I will try to be more open and honest about me. Here's to being vulnerable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-7686205968347791061?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7686205968347791061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=7686205968347791061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7686205968347791061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7686205968347791061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/fog.html' title='The Fog'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1082907800218140569</id><published>2009-05-17T08:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:34:20.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's God?</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to bed with my mind full. For some reason my spiritual well-being was at the forefront. Honestly, I haven't thought about it much lately, and as I started contemplating it, I realized that something needs to change. And how. Before we moved I took a lot of things for granted - my family, my friends, my church, my small group. Since the move, I miss all of those things and how, ultimately, they all helped keep me accountable for my spiritual health. In 2 years, I don't know that a single person has asked me how my relationship with God is. Ultimately, it's on me. And I know that. Have you ever tried to tell complete strangers that you need spiritual accountability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the churches we attended for a bit offered small groups, so we got involved in one. I don't know if I was spoiled with what we had back home, but this didn't even fall in the same category or even the same universe. We were in it for about 4 months, and they never asked about more than our names. It was so spiritually superficial, and ultimately they disbanded - probably a good thing. We've tried to get involved in one at our current church, but I'm convinced that unless you work a normal 8-5 job and have your evenings free, there's nothing out there for you. Nobody wants to have their small group meet on the weekends. And if they do, they aren't looking for more people. So much for the second shifters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I bitter? Maybe a little. But I think it's more about being sad, missing the friends that I could be so honest with about my spiritual walk and who knew me well enough to know when things were "off". I don't blame anyone here. It's very hard to break into a new group of friends. Plus, I don't feel like a very spiritual person anymore, and so I tend to not put myself out there. I've tried to "find" God again and again, but for some reason He eludes me - at least the closeness I once felt to Him. I probably shouldn't admit all of this, but I'm so tired of feeling this way. And a part of me is just hoping that by putting it down in writing, that I can find that part of me that just seems to be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1082907800218140569?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1082907800218140569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1082907800218140569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1082907800218140569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1082907800218140569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/wheres-god.html' title='Where&apos;s God?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-554812131165052446</id><published>2009-05-13T23:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:20:25.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done With One</title><content type='html'>So tonight I went out with my BFF, Julie, to get groceries. I know, what a fun ladies night out. But it really was! It's been over 3 weeks since we've done anything and it was high time. Anyway, on the way home we were talking about kids and family and it got me thinking. I'm always amazed at how people look at me when I say we're done with one child. It's almost like they think I'm a little crazy. Maybe I am, but I also know that I truly am done with one. Before Casey came along, I wanted a child of my own so badly, and when I finally gave that dream up to God, He blessed us with our true-love-child. I love being her mother and I can honestly say that I've never felt that urge to have another. Even when I found out I was pregnant 2 years ago, I was like, "ok, whatever, God doesn't give us more than we can handle, I can do this". Then I miscarried, and honestly, since then I have not had the desire for another child. I didn't really have the desire before it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend asked me what it feels like, to know that I don't want more children. I just said that it's the opposite of feeling like you want more. I can't explain it any better than that. Since Casey, I've never felt that ache for another. I've never looked at a tiny newborn and wished it was mine. I even have a hard time holding new babies - like I'm unsure of what to do - which is nuts because I've had one of my own! When people think I'm crazy for only having one, I wish they knew how crazy I think they are for having more than one! For some reason, the difference seems to be that I don't tell them I think they're nuts. There's nothing wrong with me. It's how God wired me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed to be a mother. I wouldn't want it any other way. I thank God every day for the miracle that is Casey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-554812131165052446?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/554812131165052446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=554812131165052446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/554812131165052446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/554812131165052446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/done-with-one.html' title='Done With One'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1176447565492954321</id><published>2009-05-12T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:04:41.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine...</title><content type='html'>I love warm weather and I wish all my work could be outside; however, there are those mundane tasks that just can't be done outside - - laundry, dishes, baking... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so nice. Casey and I went for a walk - Day 2 of my 2nd 30 days of exercise - We took Chris his lunch and then walked for another 20 minutes. I figure we went about 2 miles. Not bad! This is the 2nd week that Chris has been working 1st shift - temporarily - although I wish it were permanent. Hopefully it will be eventually. At least he still has a job. They cut back to 4-day weeks a couple months ago. And I'm praying things start picking up so they can go back to 5-day weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been an interesting change having him home in the evening. I didn't realize how much of a routine Casey and I had gotten into, until it was disrupted - in a good way, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* I think I need to go to bed! Lovely sounds of rain outside...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1176447565492954321?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1176447565492954321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1176447565492954321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1176447565492954321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1176447565492954321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-warm-weather-and-i-wish-all-my.html' title='Routine...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-266556640277660016</id><published>2009-05-11T10:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:00:50.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>I'm back in the groove! After a trip to Ohio and one to Mississippi, I'm ready to stay home for a while!! I finally made a dent in the huge pile of laundry and the stack of dishes, now it's time to tackle true spring cleaning...blah... Not my favorite thing to do, but I know I'll feel much better about my house and my life when I get it done. At least I think I will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SghKohplgdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P3ZBYSMsQqM/s1600-h/IMG_1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SghKohplgdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P3ZBYSMsQqM/s400/IMG_1197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595818708369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My garden is planted, except for the peppers, and it looks so nice! Casey had a lot of fun helping plant the seeds. She kept saying, "I'm such a good helper!" Cute. Now I can't wait to have fresh salsa - - maybe I'm a little impatient? I also got some hostas planted around the tree in the front yard. The previous owner decided to fertilize the tree as it was growing, so now I've got roots sticking up everywhere. To prevent mowing into them all the time, I've decided to mulch it and plant shade loving hostas. It's almost done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year, although I could definitely live with temps in the 80's...70's are still just a little too cool for me... I'm hoping to get Casey into swim lessons this year. I want her to learn how when she's really young. I think the younger, the better. So I see a lot of pool time this summer. Not that I'm complaining. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-266556640277660016?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/266556640277660016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=266556640277660016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/266556640277660016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/266556640277660016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SghKohplgdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P3ZBYSMsQqM/s72-c/IMG_1197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8019511500638424939</id><published>2009-04-15T21:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:02:57.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>I was reminded yesterday of the immense responsibility involved with raising a child. As a parent, I have the express job of teaching my daughter the difference between right and wrong, and why it is best to do what is right. I also have the great opportunity to teach her about Jesus. In my opinion, these absolutely go hand in hand. Now to my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and I went shopping last evening and after we had checked out and left a store, I was putting her into her carseat when she piped up, out of the blue: "I don't have anything in my pocket!" My translation: "There is something in my pocket that shouldn't be there and I don't want you to know about it." My first response was to ask, "What do you have in your pocket?" And after a quick search, I came up with a very small tin of altoids. "Casey! It is very wrong to steal! We never ever take anything out of a store without paying for it! That is very wrong and people get into a lot of trouble for doing that!" I took her back out of her seat and told her that we needed to go back into the store and give the candy to the clerk and apologize. So, we headed back in. When we reached the clerk, I told Casey to give her the candy and tell her "I'm sorry". It took a bit of coaxing and a couple of attempts to get it right, but we finally did. The clerk was very nice about it and thanked Casey for being honest. She then told me that she has had many small children learn this lesson in her store - whether that was to make me feel better, I don't know, but she was very nice and I have to appreciate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back out to the car, I got down on Casey's level, looked her in the eyes and once again tried to get the point across that what she had done was very wrong. I told her that it made mommy and Jesus very sad, and that this is the kind of thing that policemen take people to jail for. She started to cry, and told me she was very sorry. Of course, I hugged her and told her that it should never happen again. Then I asked her, "What do we do when we want something in a store?" Her reply, "We pay for it." I think she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, when we pulled out of the parking lot, a police car - with lights flashing - pulled a car over right across the street. Without even thinking about it, I said, "Look, Casey! There's a policeman!" Casey, "What's he doing, mama?" My reply, "Somebody did something bad." (Once again, I didn't even think about what I'd said...) Casey, a bit fearfully, "Was it me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lesson was well-learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did reassure her - the mom in me was a bit sad that I had scared my child so much without even thinking about it. I thank God for helping me teach Casey this little lesson, and for also teaching me this mommy lesson. I'm sure there will be many more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-8019511500638424939?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8019511500638424939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8019511500638424939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8019511500638424939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8019511500638424939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-reminded-yesterday-of-immense.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-545551903160377108</id><published>2009-04-13T23:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:23:53.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchiladas - yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SeQU5gdDqfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kyrPvsv06Ug/s1600-h/enchilada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SeQU5gdDqfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kyrPvsv06Ug/s400/enchilada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324403637655677426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Mexican cuisine - it's no secret and I'm not ashamed to admit it - it's absolutely my favorite kind of food! Seriously. Who could possibly turn down chips and fresh salsa &amp;amp; guacamole - delicious grilled fish - refried beans - chile relleno - fresh homemade tortillas - all so very yummy! It just so happens that I'm married to a wonderful man who would prefer to not partake of this delish cuisine.... Isn't that how it works? I mean, if I get hungry for Mexican, I have to either cook it for myself or go out to eat with my daughter (she loves it!). All that brings me to a fun and yummo recipe I came up with. I like to call it Baked Enchilada, for lack of a better name... (And no, my hubby doesn't really like it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith's Baked Enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg small corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;1 can refried beans&lt;br /&gt;1 can diced tomatoes, mexican style (with green chilies)&lt;br /&gt;1 large can enchilada sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1 packet taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 lb cheddar cheese, shredded&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown hamburger, drain and add onion and taco seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Add refried beans and tomatoes and cook for about 5 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Pour a small amount of enchilada sauce into bottom of 9x13 pan.&lt;br /&gt;Layer as follows:&lt;br /&gt;corn tortillas, beef mixture, cheese, enchilada sauce - add sour cream to the second layer only. Finish with cheese over the final layer of enchilada sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 375 degrees for 30-40 minutes or until cheese is nice and bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to serve this with chips &amp;amp; fresh salsa and guacamole - yummo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple variations:&lt;br /&gt;Add a Spanish rice layer&lt;br /&gt;Add salsa or green chilies to the beef mixture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture, but I've discovered how to make a fabulous fresh guacamole! It's much cheaper than buying it ready-made - and I think it tastes better, too! This is how they made it for us in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresh Guacamole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 ripe avocados&lt;br /&gt;1/2 small onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 small jalapeno, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 roma tomato, diced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp lime juice (also helps to prevent darkening)&lt;br /&gt;dash of salt&lt;br /&gt;splash of olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice the avocados, remove the pits and scoop out the flesh. Mash well with a fork, add the rest of the ingredients and mix well. Serve with tortilla chips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-545551903160377108?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/545551903160377108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=545551903160377108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/545551903160377108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/545551903160377108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/enchiladas-yum.html' title='Enchiladas - yum!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SeQU5gdDqfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kyrPvsv06Ug/s72-c/enchilada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-4238752839664639273</id><published>2009-04-07T01:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:17:42.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I really do love living in Iowa. But seriously. It's spring. Go away snow!! I have serious spring fever and would love to be outside working in the yard and getting my garden ready to plant, but I guess God is trying to teach me patience? It's ok. I'll try to learn the lesson without much more complaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some advantages to being stuck inside all day - spring cleaning. I've been going through boxes and drawers and closets, tossing and cleaning and sorting, selling some stuff on Ebay, taking stuff to Goodwill, etc. It feels good. But I still want to be outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to see my new family doctor. It was really difficult for me to truly say goodbye to Dr Hempy. She's been such a great doctor and I do miss her. But I guess when you move you have to do what you have to do... and Dr Huwe is very nice - and Casey likes her. Now, I have to do the same with the dentist. It stinks, because we had just started going to Dr Gilbaugh, the best dentist I'd ever been to, and then we moved... I guess while I'm on this line of thought - - we also had to find a new church. The whole search process stunk! We visited a LOT of churches, and a lot of different kinds of churches. We finally have ended up at Heartland Vineyard, and love it! God definitely led us there, because we weren't even going to visit - it was all kind of a fluke. But I guess it was a devine fluke. For which I'm grateful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-4238752839664639273?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4238752839664639273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=4238752839664639273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4238752839664639273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4238752839664639273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-spring.html' title='Where Is Spring?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-1552265077334786190</id><published>2009-03-23T17:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:02:20.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Like These</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What do you do when you find yourself in the middle of piles o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;f dirty laundry, stacks of dirty dishes, toys all over the house, clean laundry in the basket waiting to be folded, dust billowing off every piece of furniture, sticky kitchen floors, dirty carpets, piles of this and that everywhere and that's only the beginning?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit down with a nice cup of hot tea and read a good book. (While my daughter is napping of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Or at least that's what I did/do. It's all too overwhelming and I need to step back and take a break from it all. When this happens, which it does more than I care to admit, I often wonder if I'm the only mom in the world who struggles with the never-ending chores of being a Domestic Engineer. Then I have the express joy of seeing my daughter smile and laugh and say the funniest things, I get to put her down for a nap (which hopefully she will take...), I get to be with her and see all these things that I would miss if I were working outside my home - and I realize that it's all worth it! In the end, the only things that will truly matter are the times I read her a story, kissed an owie, played games and hugged her close - just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/ScgR7cTvbzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LFRogBpRb_0/s1600-h/IMG_0893+Casey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/ScgR7cTvbzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LFRogBpRb_0/s400/IMG_0893+Casey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316519073019817778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then I can live with the mess that surrounds me, knowing that it's not forever. Someday, I will have all day to clean my house and have it be spic 'n span all the time. For now, God has given me these few precious years to raise my daughter and attempt to teach her to love Him with her whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I intend to do. With God's help, of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-1552265077334786190?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1552265077334786190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=1552265077334786190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1552265077334786190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/1552265077334786190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/moments-like-these.html' title='Moments Like These'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/ScgR7cTvbzI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LFRogBpRb_0/s72-c/IMG_0893+Casey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3809606442551692450</id><published>2009-03-08T17:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:14:48.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SbRQDBxrSjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sGTg5MRN2Wo/s1600-h/Jan+09+Mexico+Chris+%26+Faith+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SbRQDBxrSjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sGTg5MRN2Wo/s400/Jan+09+Mexico+Chris+%26+Faith+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310957873523280434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;This week Chris &amp;amp; I celebrated our 15th Wedding anniversary! I can't believe it's been that long already. I used to think that people who had been married for more than 10 years were old folks...but at 15 I still don't think we qualify! A lot has happened in 15 years. I wish I had wedding pictures to post, because they would be a hoot! But for now, I'll post one from our anniversary trip to Mexico in January. Chris and I have experienced God's blessings often during the last 15 years, but I think we would both agree that the best one was when Casey was born. When we finally accepted the fact that God had chosen a different path for us other than parenthood, we found out that I was pregnant. Funny how God works that way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SbRInQIJh8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Bdip2e6ivk/s1600-h/702409-R1-12-13A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SbRInQIJh8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/2Bdip2e6ivk/s400/702409-R1-12-13A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310949699757901762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Casey has changed our lives in ways we never expected. She's the joy of our lives and at 3, the comedy entertainment in our house! Truly. I mean, when she asks me, "Are you a strange animal, mama?" Hmmm... where does that come from? She keeps us on our toes and has made the last 3 years of our marriage wonderful and tough at the same time. My prayer is that the next 15 years will be just as full of love and God's blessings as the last 15 - maybe even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-3809606442551692450?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3809606442551692450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3809606442551692450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3809606442551692450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3809606442551692450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-years.html' title='15 Years!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SbRQDBxrSjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sGTg5MRN2Wo/s72-c/Jan+09+Mexico+Chris+%26+Faith+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3505746895449163124</id><published>2009-03-01T22:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:30:29.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March 1 - Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ok, tomorrow - really! - I'm going to start losing weight again. I mean, here we are - 2 months gone from this year and I'm only down 4 pounds! Something is so wrong with that! I'm so disgusted with myself for not trying harder. I need to stop using the cold nasty weather as an excuse, because frankly - it's not a good one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll let you know how things go... 'night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-3505746895449163124?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3505746895449163124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3505746895449163124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3505746895449163124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3505746895449163124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-1-really.html' title='March 1 - Really?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5104646938057082391</id><published>2009-02-27T17:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:32:04.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Beryl, for reminding me that I started this blog for a reason - to BLOG! :) I shall try harder to keep my posts fiber filled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ie: regular)&lt;/span&gt;. I know, that was lame, but hey! it's Friday and it's me. Anyone who knows me, knows how random and strange I can be at times, so I won't apologize for saying lame things... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun week at our house. I started officially teaching Casey her ABC's. My goal is to spend an hour a day doing "school". It will help add a bit more structure to her day, rather than just letting her run wild and play all day. Plus, it's fun for me to come up with different ideas every day. I love being creative like that, and hopefully she'll learn something in the process. And NO, I am not planning to homeschool! No offense at all to the many wonderful homeschool moms out there. It's just that it is not for me. Preschool is one thing - beyond that, I don't want the responsibility. We have a wonderful school system up here and I intend to take full advantage of it! Of course, I plan to volunteer and help out as much as a mom can, but I'll let the teachers at school do what they do best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went mattress shopping for Casey. She's only 3, but at 39.5 inches, she's basically outgrown her crib... along with many other things, namely clothing and shoes!!! We were trying to decide if we should go with a twin or full size, and finally decided on a full size. It really isn't much bigger than a twin and doesn't cost that much more - only makes sense. Now I need to figure out what to do with the crib, because we aren't going to need it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the nice weather this week! It really made me ready for spring. But then, I was ready for spring last November... Casey and I went for walks on the really nice days. Casey had a blast splashing in the puddles and sending leaves floating down the street. It was fun watching her - so carefree and happy - I can learn a lot from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-5104646938057082391?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5104646938057082391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5104646938057082391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5104646938057082391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5104646938057082391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-week-down.html' title='Another week down...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-4585370668074258234</id><published>2009-02-18T23:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:52:38.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope the "newness" of FaceBook wears off soon, because I've been spending way too much time there... That's totally the reason this dear blog has gotten neglected. And I do feel bad about it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxEMy6NyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2J1M69IxtOI/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxEMy6NyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2J1M69IxtOI/s400/IMG_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304379515592128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to be a random post. In fact, I think I shall officially dub Wednesday as "Random Post Wednesday". Doesn't that sound nice? Eh, whatever... It's nearly midnight and I'm not really responsible for what I write at this point...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxEPkN9BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Vzug6ZhhMc0/s1600-h/IMG_0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxEPkN9BI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Vzug6ZhhMc0/s400/IMG_0742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304379516335813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Casey turned 3, a little over a week ago, we have entered what I can only describe as - The Terrible Threes! Where did this child come from? Who knew that things could take a turn so quickly! She's demanding, self-reliant (or so SHE thinks), bossy, naughty, disobedient and many more which my tired brain isn't recalling at the moment. Either way, it's set me back on my haunches just a little. I'll figure it out, I hope. I guess I shouldn't make her sound so terrible, she does have good moments...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxDg5q2MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cNnl0UmBuLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxDg5q2MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cNnl0UmBuLQ/s400/IMG_0679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304379503809321154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My upstairs bathroom is nearly done! It's so small, it's hard to get good pictures, but I hope this will give you an idea of what it looks like. I'll post more when it's completely finished. For as small as it is, there is a ton of storage, which I love! The linen cabinet is deep and easily holds my extra bedding and towels and then some. We're going to put some shelves up over the toilet, too. Oh, by the way, when you're sick, you can sit on the toilet and throw up in the sink - don't have to worry at all when it's coming out both ends... Isn't that a lovely thought?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxDwhdvjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cC7GUNo5oFg/s1600-h/IMG_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxDwhdvjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cC7GUNo5oFg/s400/IMG_0698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304379508002766386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for my random thoughts today.&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/4310401657379457791-4585370668074258234?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4585370668074258234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=4585370668074258234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4585370668074258234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4585370668074258234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post-wednesday.html' title='Random Post Wednesday'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SZzxEMy6NyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2J1M69IxtOI/s72-c/IMG_0731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8032345168238468632</id><published>2009-02-08T14:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:20:46.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's officially 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SY9FcOl5KFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bst3uBcleg8/s1600-h/IMG_0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SY9FcOl5KFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bst3uBcleg8/s400/IMG_0636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300531637694048338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have officially finished celebrating Casey's 3rd birthday. We've had 3 parties over a one week period - do you think that's enough? It's been fun, and not just for her. She loves being 3. And she loves birthday cake - we've had cupcakes, a small birthday cake and a large strawberry cake. I'm afraid she will be disappointed that she has to wait until Chris' birthday for more cake... (I can't have cake around all the time or I'll eat it...) We went to Chuck E Cheeses with Grampa Miller &amp;amp; Gramma Dee; Nana came up on Casey's birthday; Grampa &amp;amp; Ganna came from Michigan - it's been a fun and busy time. I also took her to a new doctor for her 3 year well-child check up. She's in the 95th percentile for height and weight: 39.5 inches tall!! and 38 pounds! My little girl is growing up so fast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the milestones of the past year:&lt;br /&gt;*Started singing - and carrying a tune!&lt;br /&gt;*Fully potty trained in October - yippee! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after 7 months...don't ask&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;*Figured out how to make her tricycle move - and fast!&lt;br /&gt;*Can open most doors by herself&lt;br /&gt;*Speaks in full sentences - lots of full sentences...&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps all over the place&lt;br /&gt;*Likes to give her mommy instructions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving every minuted of it! I can't wait to see what happens this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SY9Fb_b8xSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f7OLU9sW0DM/s1600-h/IMG_0569+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SY9Fb_b8xSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f7OLU9sW0DM/s400/IMG_0569+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300531633625810210" 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/4310401657379457791-8032345168238468632?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8032345168238468632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8032345168238468632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8032345168238468632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8032345168238468632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/shes-officially-3.html' title='She&apos;s officially 3'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SY9FcOl5KFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bst3uBcleg8/s72-c/IMG_0636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-7626149237556029347</id><published>2009-01-29T23:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:34:41.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter and Loaner Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was Mops and I had the fortunate experience of driving a "loaner" car there. Now, I hope everyone has had the distinct opportunity to drive the "loaner car" at some point in their lives. It's always an adventure, because you never really know what to expect out of it or from it. I've often wondered how a vehicle from a mechanic shop could have so many "issues"... I really have no complaints about the one I drove today. It got me where I needed to go and back home again. However, it wasn't my own vehicle and that's probably why I never really cherish the "loaner" moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting, that makes me think about my life... Do I sometimes treat myself as a "loaner"? Hmm. I like to think that I don't, but as I look at my life...I do. What a great reason to let God be in control. Let Him keep me cleaned up and fix what's broken. Because when I try to do it myself, I'm turning myself into a "loaner" - it's never quite fixed, just patched up so it won't break down right away - it's never quite as clean as it should be, just enough to get by. I don't want that. I want the new car. The clean car. The car I can depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SYKPlhAkSoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rncmplT0v5M/s1600-h/IMG_0370+Snow+Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SYKPlhAkSoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rncmplT0v5M/s400/IMG_0370+Snow+Fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296953986419804802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was COLD again. I don't like winter and I don't like cold. I'm glad that Casey doesn't mind it. But I hate that I have to go outside with her because it's cold out there! But before you think I'm a terrible mom - I DO go outside and play with her when it's not sub-zero. And I will admit, that it's good for both of us - even if I despise the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SYKPMSkep1I/AAAAAAAAADs/bSeNeLr_9Mw/s1600-h/Jan+09+Mexico+vacation+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SYKPMSkep1I/AAAAAAAAADs/bSeNeLr_9Mw/s400/Jan+09+Mexico+vacation+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296953553047168850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to throw this picture in because it reminds me that winter only lasts for a season. It may be a long season. But it's only for a season. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll keep telling myself that!&lt;/span&gt;) This was taken in Mexico in January. What a great group of friends, and what a good time we had! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-7626149237556029347?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7626149237556029347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=7626149237556029347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7626149237556029347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7626149237556029347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-mops-and-i-had-fortunate.html' title='Winter and Loaner Cars'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SYKPlhAkSoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rncmplT0v5M/s72-c/IMG_0370+Snow+Fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8008659007457701001</id><published>2009-01-27T00:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:59:40.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whining. Not a fan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I've entered the world of FaceBook... And what fun! I've found so many people that I just figured I had lost touch with forever, but no! I found them on FB. So cool. Anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like a bad mom. How did I let my daughter become such a whiny child? Now, I have to go to disciplinary lengths to overcome this problem - and I don't like it at all. When she was 1 and 2, I could just distract her, but not so now! And that's what I've been trying to do and it's given me this child... I've been trying so hard the past couple of days to nip it. But I could sure use some suggestions from others who have "been there, done that". Or maybe I'm the only one! Yikes! Then I would feel like a really bad mom! Aside from the whining, I have a sweet and happy child. I just can't believe how quickly she's growing up. I need to post some more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight loss musings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 1 pound last week! I know, it's not much, but the scale went down, and that's what matters most to me. Now I have a reason to try hard this week so I can have the same results next week! I really tried to cut back my portion sizes, and for the most part I did very well. Exercise? Bleck! So not a fan. Give me warm sunny days (75 degrees +) and I'll be outside everyday - playing at the park with Casey, mowing lawn, working in my garden. But keep it cold like this, and you'll find me indoors wishing for Mexico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! I really rambled today, didn't I?&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-8008659007457701001?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8008659007457701001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8008659007457701001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8008659007457701001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8008659007457701001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/whining-not-fan.html' title='Whining. Not a fan.'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-6682732787625209139</id><published>2009-01-24T15:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:04:18.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Babbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that even though I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;what I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to do to lose weight, I struggle so much? It doesn't matter how many different diets I try, or how many exercise dvds I buy, or how many "magic" pills I pop, it all boils down to this very basic truth: To lose weight, one must eat less and move more. How much more simple can it get!? I mean, seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, this week went fairly well. I've been trying to watch my portion sizes and to drink a lot of water. I figured out a way to make sure that I drink enough water every day - I fill a milk jug every morning and it needs to be empty by the time I go to bed. I've also been trying to "listen" to my stomach, so that when I'm full, I stop eating. Drinking plenty of water each day has really helped me with that! I've also been trying to get some exercise in every day - that's been the hard part. I finally decided that I don't like to deliberately exercise. Even with having Julie to motivate me, it's a struggle. So I've been trying to run around the house with Casey, walk to the library, go up and down the steps as much as I can during the day. Basically, I try to keep moving. With nearly one week under my belt, I'm feeling pretty good about myself. Hopefully the scale will reflect that on Monday... I'm going to try to add a little more fiber into my diet and see if that helps, too. I'm sure I'm not getting enough on a daily basis. That, and sleep. I'm terrible at getting enough sleep. I guess these are my add-on goals for next week: Keep moving, More fiber, Get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I've decided to stop selling Creative Memories products. I never thought I would get to this day, but it's funny how changes in our lives effect the things we do... *duh* I'm a little melancholy about it, but I also feel a sense of relief to be out from under the consultant obligations. I've done so very little since we moved, and it just doesn't make sense to continue right now. Plus, I've hardly done any scrapping in the last year and a half. I'm so far behind! I love to scrapbook - I especially love the finished product. I hear my pictures calling my name!&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/4310401657379457791-6682732787625209139?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6682732787625209139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=6682732787625209139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6682732787625209139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6682732787625209139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-babbling.html' title='Weekend Babbling'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8849715725163058122</id><published>2009-01-22T00:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:34:48.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the willpower??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, the weight loss battle has begun. And what a battle it will be - with myself! I keep trying to tell myself that it would be so much easier if the weather were warm and sunny - ie: 75+ degrees... yeah, right. If I can't do this when it's cold, then I may as well lasso the moon... Ok, so that didn't make any sense, but it's also 12:30 at night and I should be in bed, but I'm sitting at my computer typing a message that I will probably want to delete after I read it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone does read this blog, besides me, let me know if you are trying to lose weight and if success is finding you. Or maybe you've already lost it, weight that is, and you'd like to share how you did it. I'd love to hear some encouraging words and advice. The more the merrier, you know. I've decided to do it without pills and crash diets, I'm trying this the old-fashioned way: portion control, exercise and general lifestyle changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it!!!&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/4310401657379457791-8849715725163058122?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8849715725163058122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8849715725163058122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8849715725163058122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8849715725163058122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheres-willpower.html' title='Where&apos;s the willpower??'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-4486241030935386878</id><published>2009-01-19T15:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:57:43.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SXT2WBsu7YI/AAAAAAAAADU/64xmruYZRxY/s1600-h/Jan_09_Mexico_vacation_063%28rev+1%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SXT2WBsu7YI/AAAAAAAAADU/64xmruYZRxY/s400/Jan_09_Mexico_vacation_063%28rev+1%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293126320340790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch on the beach in Cozumel. Can you think of anything better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that winter has to stay for a little while, but does it have to stay long? I guess on the bright side, we're about 45 degrees warmer this week than last... The snow is pretty, but this Iowa native is wondering why we moved further north??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough complaining. I'm in a "winter" cleaning mode today. It actually started last night, but is thankfully continuing today and will hopefully last all week! After a talk with Julie last night, I've decided that I was not born a "cleanie", I was born a "messy". Unfortunately, that just means I have to work much harder to keep my house in order. blah! I wish HGTV would send someone over here and get me organized...wishes....wishes....  I'm amazed at how much stuff we've accumulated over the past year and a half. I have a huge bag and a box that are being filled for Goodwill. And I just did this last summer - where does it all come from? My goal: get this house in tip-top shape by Casey's birthday! (And keep it that way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other goal: lose 60 pounds this year! That's only 5 pounds a month, and I can do it. Thankfully, I have Julie to go this road with me, which will help a ton! Together, she and I could lose a small person - Yikes!! I've been saying I want to lose weight for years, and this year, is my year. I never had a weight problem when I was growing up, but then I got married and I think I just stopped caring. Unfortunately that has led to a 60 pound weight gain since my wedding day - 15 years ago - that's only 4 pounds a year. I'm trying to put my focus not only on losing the weight, but on a healthy eating lifestyle. I've gotten so careless over the years and I really want to change that. I don't want Casey to struggle with this like I have. I'm also working on being a more positive person, which will help me and my family more than anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's help, I can do it!!!&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/4310401657379457791-4486241030935386878?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4486241030935386878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=4486241030935386878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4486241030935386878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/4486241030935386878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-about-goals.html' title='Thinking about goals'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SXT2WBsu7YI/AAAAAAAAADU/64xmruYZRxY/s72-c/Jan_09_Mexico_vacation_063%28rev+1%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3073024010768867522</id><published>2009-01-14T14:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:53:35.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios calor y sol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ola! I miss Playa del Carmen. It was beautiful, with loads of heat and sun! We came home to below zero temps and 6 inches of snow... Maybe the winter won't seem as long since we had a "break" in the middle of it all? We went with 3 other couples and had a great time! It was sunny and 80+ when we arrived and it stayed that way pretty much the entire time.  Every night we would walk from our resort down to Quinta Avenida (5th ave) and browse the shops and eat at one of the many restaurants. During the day, we either stayed at the resort, or took a day trip somewhere. Tuesday we took the ferry over to Cozumel and rented scooters for the day. Oh what fun! We rode all over the island. Stopping frequently for drinks, chips and salsa/guac, of course! I think I've consumed more chips and salsa in the past week then in the previous 10 years!! But it was sooo good... Thursday we spent the day at Xel-Ha, a water park of sorts. They offer snorkeling and swimming, cliff jumping, lazy river among many other things. It was fun, but Cozumel was better. All in all, I'd say it was a fabulous way to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey spent the week with Nana, and did very well. She missed us, but there were no major breakdowns, which was good. When we picked her up, she told me "Thanks for coming to get me!" She was very happy to see us and we were very happy to see her. It was the first time we've left her for that long (9 days), and I hope it's a long time before we do it again. I really missed her! What usually did me in was when I would look up at the moon at night - and think "I see the moon and the moon sees me..." ...her favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoyed the trip and the sun, it was nice to get back to my own bed and my own house. I'll post pictures soon. Oh, I'm going to learn Spanish this year. I've been saying for years that I would like to learn it and have never done anything about it. That's going to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&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/4310401657379457791-3073024010768867522?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3073024010768867522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3073024010768867522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3073024010768867522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3073024010768867522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/adios-calor-y-sol.html' title='Adios calor y sol!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-3876251402678078020</id><published>2008-12-13T13:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:09:02.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we are - only a week and a half from Christmas. I've finally found my Christmas spirit. (It was hiding in the basement with my Christmas decorations, and as soon as I got them out, it escaped...) I attempted to wrap presents with Casey, but she thought it was much more fun to cut the paper and stick tape everywhere. Thus greatly inhibiting the progress of actually getting the presents wrapped. At least I was able to use up nearly all of my 5 year old paper. Note to self: Do NOT buy the huge rolls of wrapping paper unless you want to be using the same paper for 5-10 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Julie's house and made Christmas treats for our neighbors. I really enjoy doing that kind of thing, especially with friends. It's so weird to think that I didn't even know Julie a year ago, and now she's my best friend. I love how God works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, Chris bought a pair of "kid-friendly" scissors for Casey. She had discovered how to use mine and I didn't think it was very safe for her to be using a scissors nearly as big as her... Anyway, she LOVES to cut stuff. (Including her hair, it wasn't major, but still...) When she gets going, a room can very quickly look like a snow storm hit. I'm talking microscopic pieces of paper everywhere! My vacuum has been getting a workout lately. Here, she got into some old holiday stickers and immediately stuck most of them on herself, the remainder - well, you can see the scissors at work. You know, if I wasn't a mom, I would never know what this feels like. I'm so thankful to be a mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SUSSqr6qiXI/AAAAAAAAADM/UTjNr8ma8gA/s1600-h/IMG_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SUSSqr6qiXI/AAAAAAAAADM/UTjNr8ma8gA/s400/IMG_0363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279505925226006898" 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/4310401657379457791-3876251402678078020?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3876251402678078020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=3876251402678078020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3876251402678078020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/3876251402678078020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-we-are-only-week-and-half-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SUSSqr6qiXI/AAAAAAAAADM/UTjNr8ma8gA/s72-c/IMG_0363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-7488591859612930581</id><published>2008-12-04T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:09:35.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Christmas spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm sitting here wondering why I'm not feeling more "Christmasy". I mean, it's that time of year - every time I enter a store or even drive through town, I'm reminded of it. But for some reason I can't seem to find that Christmas spirit inside of me, yet. I say "yet" in hopes that it will show up soon. It is, after all, a Winter Wonderland outside - the weather is perfect for Christmas. And still... Maybe I need to search inside myself and find the true meaning of Christmas. I know, that sounds so cliche, but...I think it's true for me right now. What is Christmas? Is it all the decorations and beautiful lights? Is it the homemade and delicious food? Is it finding just the right gifts for all those people on your list? Where's Jesus in all of this? And how can I remember that He truly is the reason we even have this holiday? How can I teach my daughter that Christmas is so much more than pretty trees and presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find it. Christmas, that is. I will. And with it - my Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-7488591859612930581?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7488591859612930581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=7488591859612930581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7488591859612930581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/7488591859612930581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-my-christmas-spirit.html' title='Where&apos;s my Christmas spirit?'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-5949861537617642013</id><published>2008-11-19T01:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:15:50.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First move of many</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a weekend! We moved our bedroom out of the living room into Casey's new bedroom until our new bedroom is finished. Did you get all that? Essentially, I now have a bedroom, a living room and a dining room, and they are beautiful! Cluttered, right now, but beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;Chris came home from work Friday night and decided that we needed to move  upstairs. So that's what our weekend consisted of. It was so much fun, and Casey loved it! As soon as the bed was set up, she started jumping on it, "This is my room! This is my room!" Too bad for her though, she has to wait a bit longer before she gets to sleep in it... She seems to be doing just fine with us upstairs, while she's still downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll post pictures as soon as the clutter is gone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/4310401657379457791-5949861537617642013?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5949861537617642013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=5949861537617642013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5949861537617642013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/5949861537617642013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-move-of-many.html' title='First move of many'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-919041173533577971</id><published>2008-11-07T15:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:16:06.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen a couple people do Flashbacks on their blogs, so I thought I would give it a try, too. I've been sorting through pictures, getting ready to scrapbook again, and just need to share some of these with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7GDRFMeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G848msVAhlk/s1600-h/Daddy%27s+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7GDRFMeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G848msVAhlk/s400/Daddy%27s+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266039576933511650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taken the first week after Casey was born. My favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7GlNh4vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YLVCUxjaWnA/s1600-h/Casey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7GlNh4vI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YLVCUxjaWnA/s400/Casey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266039586045420274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7HEt9bPI/AAAAAAAAADE/QNdYrdZn8Ds/s1600-h/8+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7HEt9bPI/AAAAAAAAADE/QNdYrdZn8Ds/s400/8+months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266039594502941938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could freeze time, but then life wouldn't be life, would it? That's why we have photographs - memories we can see that live forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-919041173533577971?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/919041173533577971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=919041173533577971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/919041173533577971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/919041173533577971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRS7GDRFMeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G848msVAhlk/s72-c/Daddy%27s+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-2436015756105238902</id><published>2008-11-06T19:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:29:03.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let's see, what was it I said about staying current on this blog? I'm sure I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week and a half - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Casey and I went to my friend, Julie's house to make cupcakes for Halloween. It was a lot of fun, and of course the kids had a blast decorating them. I'm not sure if there was more candy in their tummy's or on the cupcakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONi2Q-qUI/AAAAAAAAACU/1kwidyaamDc/s1600-h/IMG_0073+Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONi2Q-qUI/AAAAAAAAACU/1kwidyaamDc/s400/IMG_0073+Cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708019148040514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lexie, Casey and Emily - so proud of their work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONjJgAauI/AAAAAAAAACc/m4YiWqTCjbc/s1600-h/IMG_0080+Julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONjJgAauI/AAAAAAAAACc/m4YiWqTCjbc/s400/IMG_0080+Julie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708024311343842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is my new wonderful friend, Julie! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terrible pic of me...yikes!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;--I celebrated another birthday. Don't ask which one! Chris was so sweet and took me out for breakfast. Then I went out for supper with some old friends. It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONjDDfXgI/AAAAAAAAACk/v2yxSo2IWK0/s1600-h/IMG_0083+Birthday+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONjDDfXgI/AAAAAAAAACk/v2yxSo2IWK0/s400/IMG_0083+Birthday+Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708022581124610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got these beautiful flowers from Julie - Thanks!! Casey loved the balloon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Of course, I had to take Casey trick-or-treating. I think I had as much fun as she did. She was so excited to get all that candy, and would NOT let me carry her candy pail - even when it was nearly full! I think she was afraid I'd eat the candy...can't figure out why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONja_8quI/AAAAAAAAACs/k1IZ0ZciQtU/s1600-h/IMG_0086+Casey+Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONja_8quI/AAAAAAAAACs/k1IZ0ZciQtU/s400/IMG_0086+Casey+Bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265708029008718562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She was way too cute in her little Ladybug costume. She did not want to take it off; in fact, she went to bed holding it. Very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-2436015756105238902?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2436015756105238902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=2436015756105238902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2436015756105238902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/2436015756105238902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-time.html' title='Update time...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SRONi2Q-qUI/AAAAAAAAACU/1kwidyaamDc/s72-c/IMG_0073+Cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8348445145026116129</id><published>2008-10-26T19:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:50:23.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casey and I went down to my mom's and spent the weekend with her. It was fun. Usually when we go down, I end up going out with my friends at least one of the nights, but not this time. And it was good. I enjoy spending time with my mom and so does Casey. This was a short conversation Casey and I had while at Nana's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey: "Where's Nana's compooter?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "She doesn't have one. She doesn't have a TV either."&lt;br /&gt;Casey: "We need to buy her one."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "But she doesn't want one."&lt;br /&gt;Casey: "Yes she does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the innocence of children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SQUZiMQIsdI/AAAAAAAAABo/EbkpUoxyUOY/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SQUZiMQIsdI/AAAAAAAAABo/EbkpUoxyUOY/s320/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261639814847443410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a tea party with Nana. She made cute little pb&amp;amp;j sandwiches and muffins, and of course we had water for our tea. Nana gave us each a little sandwich, but when Nana took a bite of hers, Casey said, "No! That's my sanwich!" To which Nana replied, "There's enough for all of us, Casey." But Casey insisted, and reached over and took Nana's sandwich! She then proceeded to grab each little sandwich on the plate and take a nibble so that she wouldn't have to share any of them! I don't think she gets the concept of a tea party at all... I guess we'll have to more tea parties so that she figures it out. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310401657379457791-8348445145026116129?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8348445145026116129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8348445145026116129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8348445145026116129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8348445145026116129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-weekend.html' title='Another Weekend'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SQUZiMQIsdI/AAAAAAAAABo/EbkpUoxyUOY/s72-c/IMG_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-8885005031037434105</id><published>2008-10-24T00:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:25:58.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok. I've been following a few blogs and have seen some of the coolest photo layouts. So, of course I asked where I could find the program to do the same thing. Thank you, Beryl, for the info, but I don't think I'll be using the Google software. Because I realized I have the best software on my computer already - "StoryBook Plus" by Creative Memories! Check this out, and if you don't think it's pretty cool, you're on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SQFlBSZiJLI/AAAAAAAAABg/EKP2Nc8Yr5o/s1600-h/Blog+Photos+-+Page+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SQFlBSZiJLI/AAAAAAAAABg/EKP2Nc8Yr5o/s320/Blog+Photos+-+Page+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260596912538657970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first attempt at this, and I LOVE it! In playing around with this picture, I discovered a whole plethora of things you can do with this software. You can make digital storybooks, photo cards (like this one), posters, and so much more. I know, I sell this stuff and should know what it does...but I've never used this before...and now I'm hooked!! I think I'll start working on a StoryBook, it could be a lot of fun to scrapbook at my computer. Either way, you'll be seeing more of my fun photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&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/4310401657379457791-8885005031037434105?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8885005031037434105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=8885005031037434105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8885005031037434105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/8885005031037434105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/experimenting.html' title='Experimenting...'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SQFlBSZiJLI/AAAAAAAAABg/EKP2Nc8Yr5o/s72-c/Blog+Photos+-+Page+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310401657379457791.post-6912860052663665088</id><published>2008-10-22T18:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:42:52.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, here goes. This is my humble attempt at keeping friends and family updated as to what is going on in our lives. I feel like I should wax poetic here, but am lacking the words. So let me just say that I will try to keep this as current as possible, unlike my myspace page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going well. I think we've adjusted to living in town, although I must say that I miss being able to go outside without being "properly" dressed...but that's probably a good thing. We are making great progress on the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't seen what we bought - here it is! The lovely "crack" house, as Chris likes to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_CaLdJsbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HNDFqPR6veM/s1600-h/023_2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_CaLdJsbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HNDFqPR6veM/s320/023_2A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260136644799476146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We've since put in all new windows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but the majority of the work has been on the inside. Chris is hoping to have us all sleeping upstairs by Christmas. Needless to say, we are very tired of sleeping in the living room! My mom came up and helped me paint. I love our colors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP--fxcqPHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOzOP4T3k8c/s1600-h/IMG_2085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP--fxcqPHI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOzOP4T3k8c/s320/IMG_2085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260132342850796658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Casey's room. She LOVES the purple and shows&lt;br /&gt;it off to everyone who comes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP--fgG6sDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JZld0_L46SI/s1600-h/IMG_2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP--fgG6sDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JZld0_L46SI/s320/IMG_2083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260132338196197426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our room. We're going for an outdoorsy look,&lt;br /&gt;which should make it a lot of fun to decorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I helped Chris blow insulation in the attic. We finished at 2:30am...but now it's done and much warmer upstairs. That was the last big nasty job that needed to be done, until the foundation repair... When we are all done, I'll post before and after pictures of each room so you can see and understand the full magnitude of this undertaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about life outside of the house. Chris is enjoying his job as a shift supervisor at Total Source Molders. Although, he's ready for this house to be done so that he's not always working - either at work or at home! I'm enjoying being at home with Casey, and all the joys and trials that come with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_SioVTzPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BbJKzt1wyOA/s1600-h/IMG_1890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_SioVTzPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BbJKzt1wyOA/s320/IMG_1890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154382176210162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_Siayb9AI/AAAAAAAAABI/--INxtqTbP8/s1600-h/IMG_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_Siayb9AI/AAAAAAAAABI/--INxtqTbP8/s320/IMG_1846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154378540282882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey is growing up so fast. It's hard to believe that she'll be 3 in just a few months. Although she likes to tell everyone "I'm Casey and I'm 2 and a 1/2". She loves to talk, read and sing. Her "reading" amazes me - she memorizes what I read to her and then "reads" it back to me, nearly verbatim. She likes to sing at the top of her lungs, and loves playing with her Little People and cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm making friends, which isn't as easy as it was when I was working outside of the home, but it's happening. I'm in MOPS again this year, and made the jump to the Steering Team. It's been an interesting experience so far - different - but I guess my only frame of reference is the Grace MOPS, which is outstanding as far as MOPS groups go. I'm still a Creative Memories consultant and need to prove it by actually getting some work done on my albums. I got a digital camera last year and haven't scrapbooked in about that long...do the math on that...it equals a ton of pictures patiently waiting for a home other than the computer and the Power Sort box...that includes the pictures you see here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_SjD3XFTI/AAAAAAAAABY/1jlM7nGf7Yg/s1600-h/IMG_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_SjD3XFTI/AAAAAAAAABY/1jlM7nGf7Yg/s320/IMG_1957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260154389566788914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4310401657379457791-6912860052663665088?l=ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6912860052663665088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4310401657379457791&amp;postID=6912860052663665088&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6912860052663665088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310401657379457791/posts/default/6912860052663665088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourpeanutdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go!'/><author><name>Faith K.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/S4Ab__Vv2GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5oJbgAAYurE/S220/IMG_0569.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fmykc4o_WEk/SP_CaLdJsbI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HNDFqPR6veM/s72-c/023_2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
