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Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart aches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the love we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once shared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can’t be the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they were when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, oh how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love was there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were so gentle with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and wanted me to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always be happy, never to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the nights you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would hold me and I felt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so safe in your arms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would talk for hours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;about how our life would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be-Oh how wrong we were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childish dream with childish love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acb 9/28/11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-1974272753299499416?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1974272753299499416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1974272753299499416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1974272753299499416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1974272753299499416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/way-ward-love.html' title='way ward love'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2119452268214158386</id><published>2011-03-18T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T05:14:13.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='win'/><title type='text'>year's supply of luck charms?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Check this out. Maybe you will win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getsubmit.com/enter/sweepstakes_refer/132/4142"&gt;www.getsubmit.com/enter/sweepstakes_refer/132/4142&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-2119452268214158386?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2119452268214158386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2119452268214158386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2119452268214158386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2119452268214158386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/years-supply-of-luck-charms.html' title='year&apos;s supply of luck charms?'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7037604218335311218</id><published>2010-05-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:15:34.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviated Septum'/><title type='text'>Long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;OK, so it's been forever since I have blogged! Not much karate going on so, why even bother? I have had a lot going since the last post. Let's see. I had both hands operated on for Carpal Tunnel. I was sick with a sinus infection from NOV-Mar. We moved in Oct, once again with crazy land lords. I just had surgery last Thursday for a deviated septum. The cause of the sinus infection for months on end. According to DR. T, this will fix it. I am telling you now, if it doesn't, I will be one ticked off woman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh and we went &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; a flood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Back to the nose. I am on day 4 and feel like tee total crap! I am not kidding. Man o man. I have to sneeze &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my mouth-not easy. I can't blow my nose, I still can't breathe &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; one nostril and my throat and teeth hurt like heck! My cute little pug nose is swollen. Kelly took a picture of me right when I came back from recovery and Kerry says I look like I am at the morgue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Recovery has not been fun. Having the splints removed and the packing removed wasn't that bad but &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;lawd&lt;/span&gt; have mercy! It's been bad every since. Now, I use to think I had a high tole&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;nce&lt;/span&gt; for pain but not now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I sure to hope I get better and soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sorry for all the whining but just thought someone would like to know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7037604218335311218?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7037604218335311218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7037604218335311218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7037604218335311218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7037604218335311218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2712442032625219632</id><published>2010-02-16T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:35:25.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lock in ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="”http://www.youthministryideas.net”"&gt;Youth Ministry Resources&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-2712442032625219632?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2712442032625219632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2712442032625219632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2712442032625219632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2712442032625219632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/lock-in-ideas.html' title='lock in ideas'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-9055243988892737135</id><published>2009-08-19T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:12:56.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Loss of a great teacher</title><content type='html'>Today, one of may favorite teachers passed away from complications due to breast cancer. Mrs. Denning, was a great teacher but even a stronger woman. TCHS will surely be lost without her. RIP Susan Denning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-9055243988892737135?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9055243988892737135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=9055243988892737135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9055243988892737135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9055243988892737135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/loss-of-great-teacher.html' title='Loss of a great teacher'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8268883954326081277</id><published>2009-08-10T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:39:48.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School Shopping</title><content type='html'>Have you ever taken 4 teenage girls shopping? Well, I did that very thing this past Saturday. I was fun, rewarding and exhausting! I took Kerry and four other girls. My church took up money for one of the missions that the UMW does for needy kids and school clothes. Each child got to spend $400.00. Sounds easy right? It wasn't. We looked, they tried on clothes, shoes even bras! Eventually they all spent their money. We started at noon and did not end until 10:00pm!&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;br /&gt;I took them out for lunch and supper. Lunch was Pep-a ronis buffett pizza and supper was Subway. &lt;br /&gt;All the girls are plus size and trying to find clothes that are age appropriate or not too tight is somewhat difficult.&lt;br /&gt;They all had fun and that is all that matters. God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-8268883954326081277?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8268883954326081277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8268883954326081277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8268883954326081277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8268883954326081277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-shopping.html' title='School Shopping'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2263801083583219669</id><published>2009-07-22T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:30:24.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnic'/><title type='text'>The Nashville Zoo</title><content type='html'>July 18, 2009, my company had their annual picnic. This year we went to the Nashville Zoo. I ahd never been to the Nashville Zoo before now. I know, I live 30 minutes away and never been! What a loser!!! Kerry took her friend Jasmine and we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;Look at my sidebar and you will see pictures from the Zoo. I think my favorite thing was the Lorikeets coming in 2nd were the Meerkats.&lt;br /&gt;If you ahve never been to Nashville Zoo, I highly recommend you going. Plan on spending all day and wear very comfortable shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-2263801083583219669?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2263801083583219669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2263801083583219669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2263801083583219669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2263801083583219669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/nashville-zoo.html' title='The Nashville Zoo'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3856475187511839315</id><published>2009-07-17T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T04:55:16.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIREWORKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GIRLS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BONDING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>LADIES ONLY</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Kerry &amp;amp; I had a girl’s only camping trip. It was fun and adventurous to say the least. Friday morning, I took Kerry to work then headed to Defeated Creek to start setting up camp. I thought getting there early would prove to be less hot that that afternoon. Yea, I THOUGHT! I found the camp site, pretty nice, right behind the bath house-yeah! In front of the dumpster. Awe man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unloaded the truck and set things in their rightful place. I unpacked my tent and began trying to set it up. Now, the tent I have was my Mom and Dad’s, it is a BIG tent! I laid it out and had to turn it around because I had the opening on the opposite side I needed it on. I then took out the poles and laid them out big to small. I knew that the longer ones went criss-cross and the smaller ones went vertical. So, I started with the longer poles, I  got one side done, I was sweating bullets so I stopped and took the fan and cooled off for about 20 minutes. I did this until the tent was up. I then tried to put the dew tarp up; this was not an easy task. The tarp kept sliding off and all I could do was laugh. Finally, after about 20 mins of fighting the tarp, I got it on. Putting the stakes down was the easiest part of the entire process! I took a picture of the tent and sent it to Kelly and my Mom. I don’t think Kelly really thought I could do it on my own!&lt;br /&gt;I was so stinking hot after setting up the tent, I took ice from the coolers and put it in my bra so I could cool off and sat around people watching till I had to go pick up Kerry from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Kerry and we went home to get her things and some wood. We went to my Mom and Dad’s because Daddy has wood for his smoker. We took about 4 logs and some kindling. When we got back to camp, my dear friend Paula was there with her 2 girls. The prettiest 2 little red heads God ever made (Paige and Alanna). Or Pooh and Buggie as I like to call them.  Kerry set up her tent while the girls played at the playground. We had Frito pies for supper. Can we say Yum-o? Loved, loved it! After supper we went to the beach so Kerry could do a little night swimming. The rest of us just waded out a little bit; the water was a little chilly. We later came back to the camp and the girls had s’mores. Paula and I talked forever, trying to catch up. Paula and the girls stayed in my tent. I am pretty sure; I just passed out because I was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Paula was up before me. The two of talked some more. We then decided that we were pretty hungry so we started breakfast, all 3 girls got up to the smell of bacon. You know, to me that is the best smell in the world. Bacon, frying at the campgrounds. Oh goodness. Fatback… I also scrambled eggs and fried biscuits. Paula and the girls had never had fried biscuits-they are hooked now! After breakfast, Paula and the girls left to go to a birthday party. Kerry and I ran out for some ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to camp, we headed to the beach. It was kind of cloudy but it was nice. The wind was blowing so you didn’t get hot and the water was warm enough to make you want to stay in there a little. Boats were coming by and making some of the biggest waves I had ever seen! It kinda felt like were in the ocean at times. Kerry got tired of the water so I head to my lounge chair while she went to take a shower. Again, I did a little people watching and of course some sunning. I turned over onto my stomach and fell asleep. I woke my self up snoring. Luckily there were so many kids around screaming, no one heard me. At least I hope they didn’t! I got up and headed back to camp, a little hunger pain started on my way there. Smoked bologna sandwiches sure were sounding good. Kerry was at camp listening to her MP3 player, when I got there, we fixed sandwiches, ate chips and people watched. Yes, I love people watching! After lunch, I took a nap; a not so nice nap ‘cause the campers next to us had 3 little boys who were yelling an honking the horn on their boat. When I finally got up an hour later, 2 of the boys were looking in my tent window. Luckily, I did have my swim suit on, so all they saw was my booty cheeks!  Kerry and I went back to the beach and swam for about 2 hours. We came back to camp, took showers and hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry got a craving for pizza; I made her call Kelly to see if he would bring us one. A big fat NO! He was being lazy since he had worked a little. Remember, Kelly has been laid off since Nov. ’08 so he has gotten out of shape a little. She did everything she could to get him to come to the camp, but he didn’t. Poor Kerry! He did promise to buy her one when we got back home on Sunday. Kelly did tell us that some storms will be coming thru that night or the next morning. We roasted hot dogs and then loaded up as much of the truck that we could. All that was really left was the tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for hours. Kerry wanted me to tell her some childhood memories I had. Of course most of them included my brother and it made me a little sad since he no longer wants to have anything to do with me and my family. But, I did have funny stories to tell, we laughed and laughed. She told me some stories about things that had happened before she became my child.  We really did do some bonding. It’s really funny how much the two of us are alike. Kerry is really growing up and it makes me feel so good that I am having a hand in molding her into the beautiful young lady she is becoming. We got tired of talking and called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 am Sunday morning, I was awoken by thunder. I sat straight up and looked out the window of the tent. I saw lightening, so unplugged my air mattress and went to the restroom. As I was walking back to the tent, the thunder got louder, I woke Kerry up and we started taking down the tents. Of course, my luck, it started raining! Needless to say, if the happened to have been a wet t-shirt contest at the time, I would have one! We got the tents down and threw them into the truck! As soon as we got in the truck, it quit raining! Dang it! We started to pull out of our campsite and the heavens opened up again, lots of rain! As we were pulling out of the gate we saw a 4 pointer laying the grass and a doe standing beside of the buck, we tried to take a picture but it was too dark and raining too hard. We made it back home safe and sound and wore out. Kerry was cute while we were taking the tents down in the rain, she looked at me and said, “ I had a good time till now”, I looked at her and said, “me too”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling she and I will try this girls only camping trip out again in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-3856475187511839315?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3856475187511839315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3856475187511839315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3856475187511839315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3856475187511839315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/ladies-only.html' title='LADIES ONLY'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6227146422820094067</id><published>2009-07-02T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:35:09.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLESSING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>BABIES</title><content type='html'>I just found out that my friends Jon &amp;amp; Shannon Regan have met their new babies. Kayen &amp;amp; Kara were born on 7/1/09 at 1:00 am. I am sooo happy for them and I can't wait to meet the twins! Shannon and Jon have been truly blessed by their family and friends during this process. God is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-6227146422820094067?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6227146422820094067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6227146422820094067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6227146422820094067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6227146422820094067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/babies.html' title='BABIES'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6943320597799554621</id><published>2009-06-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:21:48.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Missing Child</title><content type='html'>*****UPDATE******** Kristy has been found!! Praise the Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this girl&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SkoC45J7fCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yQVhfipKhA8/s1600-h/kristy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SkoC45J7fCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yQVhfipKhA8/s320/kristy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anywhere call the Hartsville, Tn Police. Her name is Kristy Young, she has been missing since 6/26/09. She is possibly with Brittany Stafford. Brittany is an African American 16 or 17 year old. She dressed like a thug. Please help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6943320597799554621?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6943320597799554621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6943320597799554621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6943320597799554621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6943320597799554621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-child.html' title='Missing Child'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SkoC45J7fCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/yQVhfipKhA8/s72-c/kristy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-456628404824801802</id><published>2009-05-06T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:39:41.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD&apos;S WORD'/><title type='text'>Today's Blessing 5/6/09</title><content type='html'>What the Lord Is Saying Today&lt;br /&gt;May 6, 2009.  You are at both a good and at the same time a difficult place. Your faith is high and wide. But the storms of life still blow and howl. You have expectations that have gone unmet. You try not to let it bother you. You speak faith but deep inside you worry and wrestle with the facts of life. People who love you give counsel that shows they do not understand. The result of that has been that you tend to retreat into your shell and thus walk along. This is a problem. You recognize it. But today, you received a new and fresh word from the Lord through another whom you trust. Your mind says “Yes,” while your heart is slower to embrace. The Holy Spirit is telling you, “This is the way, walk ye in it.” Now you can be like almost “born again” into a new day with Me. You feel good about that. Spread your arms and fully embrace it, says the Lord.Isaiah 30:21 “Your ears will hear a word behind you, ‘This is the way, walk in it,’ whenever you turn to the right or to the left.”  &lt;br /&gt;May 6, 2009.  I want you to give some thought about why you feel like you are in a foreign place. But there are things there that you will never understand here, and you don’t need that load on your shoulders. That way of thinking will not bring you peace. Pour out your heart to Me. I have you always in My sight and under My care. Yes you are in a foreign land. This land as good as it is, is not your home. Your ultimate home is with Me where I am. There will be a day for that, but it is not now. Nevertheless your spirit yearns for your spiritual home.2 Corinthians 5:6-9 “Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord for we walk by faith, not by sight we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord. Therefore we also have as our ambition, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to Him.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-456628404824801802?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/456628404824801802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=456628404824801802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/456628404824801802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/456628404824801802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/todays-blessing-5609.html' title='Today&apos;s Blessing 5/6/09'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3065978809618652656</id><published>2009-04-03T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:42:28.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><title type='text'>EASTER AT WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJtZLdZOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/cdc_tJ5kaAo/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320521053986710754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJtZLdZOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/cdc_tJ5kaAo/s320/ANGIE%27S+PICS+2009+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JESS &amp;amp; BUSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJtGH5YlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/C-Gm9dtR7kQ/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320521048871494226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJtGH5YlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/C-Gm9dtR7kQ/s320/ANGIE%27S+PICS+2009+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CARLA &amp;amp; JESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJs34O2aI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hUWCLbiOWX0/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320521045047695778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJs34O2aI/AAAAAAAAAnI/hUWCLbiOWX0/s320/ANGIE%27S+PICS+2009+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE EASTER BUNNY &amp;amp; GANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJsnl6yxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dQgb0QuFKSQ/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320521040675916562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJsnl6yxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/dQgb0QuFKSQ/s320/ANGIE%27S+PICS+2009+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ELLIEBELLY'S NEW TEETH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJsWfYpII/AAAAAAAAAm4/r-FwtSXlU7o/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320521036085109890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJsWfYpII/AAAAAAAAAm4/r-FwtSXlU7o/s320/ANGIE%27S+PICS+2009+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HEY EASTER BUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning at work the Easter Bunny came to visit and hid eggs for all of us to find. We also had breakfast. In the eggs there was money$$$... Woo... we all love $$$. Thank you Easter Bunny! We had a great time. A precious friend of mine whom I use to work with came by and brought her sweet little girl. Jess is pregnant with a wee little boy, whom we (Elliebelly &amp;amp; I) call Buster. That's the name Elliebelly came up with when the Dr. asked what she wanted to name her little brother when they found out they were having a boy. Of course Jess said NO Way. Big D- the father laughed, and the name has kind of stuck. Jess will be having her baby June 11th or sooner.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job! We can have fun, be silly and still work.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Easter Bunny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-3065978809618652656?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3065978809618652656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3065978809618652656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3065978809618652656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3065978809618652656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-at-work.html' title='EASTER AT WORK'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdZJtZLdZOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/cdc_tJ5kaAo/s72-c/ANGIE%27S+PICS+2009+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3220926829455351689</id><published>2009-04-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:59:01.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KIDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>FUN AT TREY PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73oVf-sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5awk6dbqb9k/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320153992970369730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73oVf-sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5awk6dbqb9k/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73fyNXpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/N9e0ZldH9h4/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320153990674865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73fyNXpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/N9e0ZldH9h4/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73GYc1OI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eFFHL6lzmvY/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320153983855940834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73GYc1OI/AAAAAAAAAmg/eFFHL6lzmvY/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT72-HFC1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/25lEFqG81t4/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320153981635595090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT72-HFC1I/AAAAAAAAAmY/25lEFqG81t4/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Kerry and I took Angie Malmin's (my best freind from high school) 2 oldest boys to the park. Kenton and Dalton. We played on the swings, slid on the slides and climbed anything we could climb. Well, I didn't, I watched and took pictures. Afterwards we picked up Kelly and we went to McD's to get supper. We had a great time. I know I did. I hope Kenton and Dalton did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-3220926829455351689?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3220926829455351689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3220926829455351689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3220926829455351689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3220926829455351689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-at-trey-park.html' title='FUN AT TREY PARK'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdT73oVf-sI/AAAAAAAAAmw/5awk6dbqb9k/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-9205205214976364708</id><published>2009-04-01T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:24:14.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ducks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Nature Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwO3nRDxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oDlw967yTyo/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789354347990802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwO3nRDxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oDlw967yTyo/s320/DSC00800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cut tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwOjjnARI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DgPWkfjssI0/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789348963942674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwOjjnARI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DgPWkfjssI0/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwOQONgII/AAAAAAAAAmA/PQoxvV4aDl8/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789343773917314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwOQONgII/AAAAAAAAAmA/PQoxvV4aDl8/s320/DSC00796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtwt41gaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rJY5meTyrIY/s1600-h/DSC00795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319786637317996962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtwt41gaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rJY5meTyrIY/s320/DSC00795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry at the Hartsville Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtwCb72CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_05vU8-aeNc/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319786625654052898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtwCb72CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_05vU8-aeNc/s320/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtwIyUMOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-gluC79WTr8/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319786627358535906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtwIyUMOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-gluC79WTr8/s320/DSC00790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more of the creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtv6g-nwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/EAsnfSN0m0M/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319786623527722754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtv6g-nwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/EAsnfSN0m0M/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, so I like water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtvrA_KXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/h_JxqNBnIT4/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319786619367008626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOtvrA_KXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/h_JxqNBnIT4/s320/DSC00792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hummm, another water picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsWAWPn7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/70YHaKdidXo/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785078905085874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsWAWPn7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/70YHaKdidXo/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherry blossom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsV92wq2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/E7LNUt1DzJA/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785078236162914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsV92wq2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/E7LNUt1DzJA/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tree at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsVu1PhhI/AAAAAAAAAlA/C9J2DCimzkY/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785074203264530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsVu1PhhI/AAAAAAAAAlA/C9J2DCimzkY/s320/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I work, I did this after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsVoU2nJI/AAAAAAAAAk4/h9GeKrUS00w/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785072456801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsVoU2nJI/AAAAAAAAAk4/h9GeKrUS00w/s320/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with different settings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsVMzoPpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4zdJOq8_epE/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319785065069690514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOsVMzoPpI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4zdJOq8_epE/s320/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOq2_qjP6I/AAAAAAAAAko/2X6rWWh18Rg/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319783446634250146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOq2_qjP6I/AAAAAAAAAko/2X6rWWh18Rg/s320/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; violet and shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOq2jmizzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/p6y5buGWxAU/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319783439101251378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOq2jmizzI/AAAAAAAAAkg/p6y5buGWxAU/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old tree roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOq2Lkx7dI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lZ9Wdy61Ct4/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319783432651402706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOq2Lkx7dI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lZ9Wdy61Ct4/s320/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right before a storm(taken on my front porch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7-G_KMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M3swEk_4y4I/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779134069483714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7-G_KMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M3swEk_4y4I/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are they trying to look like flamingo's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7npTZWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/AAMDoeGe-78/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779128039400802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7npTZWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/AAMDoeGe-78/s320/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't be a flamingo, you are not PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7WmKegI/AAAAAAAAAjw/KRUbey3wIp8/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779123462830594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7WmKegI/AAAAAAAAAjw/KRUbey3wIp8/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get that itch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7PLHrqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/zroJFD206hg/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779121470353058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOm7PLHrqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/zroJFD206hg/s320/DSC00756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlrk3ag3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/d3yI4nNIAgg/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777752903746418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlrk3ag3I/AAAAAAAAAjY/d3yI4nNIAgg/s320/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlrpB8MUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/fGay_68BXZE/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777754021638466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlrpB8MUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/fGay_68BXZE/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder if there is an egg under there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlrAg5V-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/De3a37vvZyA/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777743145621474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlrAg5V-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/De3a37vvZyA/s320/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry Chillin at Drake's Creek Park In Hendersonville, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlq9sdZkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RPay3vsAK8o/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777742388815426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlq9sdZkI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RPay3vsAK8o/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Ducky, ducky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlqkRIICI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vWF7OLLvGPY/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319777735563288610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOlqkRIICI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vWF7OLLvGPY/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at all of them ducks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXw-ng2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Q-hlkRkvuWA/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776313046172514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXw-ng2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/Q-hlkRkvuWA/s320/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty green head duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXvQ7kDI/AAAAAAAAAio/CPRl2bIDQLE/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776312586113074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXvQ7kDI/AAAAAAAAAio/CPRl2bIDQLE/s320/DSC00740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't nip me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXYOObTI/AAAAAAAAAig/Lw0Z7Ge4L8M/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776306400750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXYOObTI/AAAAAAAAAig/Lw0Z7Ge4L8M/s320/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awe, male and female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXI1753I/AAAAAAAAAiY/oYJlsvJVm3A/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776302272341874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkXI1753I/AAAAAAAAAiY/oYJlsvJVm3A/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkW3AWlFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NhbYYm2Xohg/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776297484194898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOkW3AWlFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NhbYYm2Xohg/s320/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sleeping white ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you enjoyed my nature pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-9205205214976364708?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9205205214976364708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=9205205214976364708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9205205214976364708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9205205214976364708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/nature-pics.html' title='Nature Pics'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOwO3nRDxI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/oDlw967yTyo/s72-c/DSC00800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1514049563335503550</id><published>2009-04-01T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:23:02.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kidney stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Kerry has kidney stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thrusday march 26, 2009 at 12:45 am Kerry came into our bedroom in lots of pain. Asking us to take her to the ER.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfpd_OuRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QFiR4S30XiA/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319771119627974930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfpd_OuRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QFiR4S30XiA/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I look like when I am sleep deprived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfpNdtmgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZmJlCcAa3p0/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319771115192424962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfpNdtmgI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ZmJlCcAa3p0/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly drinking a sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfo48g19I/AAAAAAAAAh4/pOfwx7pJf3s/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319771109684467666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfo48g19I/AAAAAAAAAh4/pOfwx7pJf3s/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is trying to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfosASGpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bDh0EYjaoUQ/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319771106210618002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfosASGpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bDh0EYjaoUQ/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OUCHY!! Kerry's 1st IV that she can rememeber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfolpwqKI/AAAAAAAAAho/F4tYxqbCows/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319771104505538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfolpwqKI/AAAAAAAAAho/F4tYxqbCows/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks good even though she is in lots of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. S. had X-Rays and a CT scan ran to determine she has Kidney stones! He wanted her to stay in the hospital but, they gave her some meds and flushed an IV thru her and she felt well enough to go home. She finally passed it that weekend but still having some pain, so she must have another one. Bless her heart. If having a kidney stone is worse than delivering a baby, she will do great. But, please let's wait on that! We were in the ER for 9 hrs! Kerry slept on the bed, I slept on an examing bed and Kelly slept in a chair. We were all snoring at one time and the nurse came to see if we were ok. Kelly has kidney stones and DR. S. said that they were in the genes to pass down, he called Kelly a stone maker! We got a big laugh out of that one. The ER nurse told us that there were 3 cases of kidney stones that night. Must be something in the H2O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-1514049563335503550?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1514049563335503550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1514049563335503550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1514049563335503550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1514049563335503550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/kerry-has-kidney-stones.html' title='Kerry has kidney stones'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SdOfpd_OuRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QFiR4S30XiA/s72-c/DSC00735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-9042510505766606844</id><published>2009-03-24T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:18:50.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daschunds'/><title type='text'>Wennie Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_ujDi7dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3YEq_dci70w/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850904004226514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_ujDi7dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3YEq_dci70w/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_uZSkVZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/y7Y2pl7a5TA/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850901382878610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_uZSkVZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/y7Y2pl7a5TA/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping on the pillow under a blanket, she thinks she is a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_uCGe_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ARu0SdXcXV4/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850895158181378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_uCGe_gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ARu0SdXcXV4/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_t0f-7xI/AAAAAAAAAhI/YJ2BT0_LoDA/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850891507035922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_t0f-7xI/AAAAAAAAAhI/YJ2BT0_LoDA/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_tugo_hI/AAAAAAAAAhA/65N7Nfmnldc/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850889899179538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_tugo_hI/AAAAAAAAAhA/65N7Nfmnldc/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey sitting between Kelly and the chair, he's a sweetie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-9042510505766606844?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9042510505766606844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=9042510505766606844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9042510505766606844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9042510505766606844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/wennie-pictures.html' title='Wennie Pictures'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck_ujDi7dI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3YEq_dci70w/s72-c/DSC00571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1311624710967192445</id><published>2009-03-24T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:10:00.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FULL MOON'/><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9wOxkKEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jcYIolel51U/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316848733896583234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9wOxkKEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jcYIolel51U/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9vt3Ni3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/iDeGNi1uJGc/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316848725061897074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9vt3Ni3I/AAAAAAAAAgw/iDeGNi1uJGc/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9vWTgCII/AAAAAAAAAgo/fFGezmxnJ0o/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316848718738098306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9vWTgCII/AAAAAAAAAgo/fFGezmxnJ0o/s320/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9u4rq0gI/AAAAAAAAAgg/OQ05M7ePTBE/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316848710786404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9u4rq0gI/AAAAAAAAAgg/OQ05M7ePTBE/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME PICTURES I TOOK OF THE LAST FULL MOON WE HAD. I WAS JUST PLAYING WITH MY CAMERA. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-1311624710967192445?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1311624710967192445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1311624710967192445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1311624710967192445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1311624710967192445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck9wOxkKEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jcYIolel51U/s72-c/DSC00648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3804547579172367336</id><published>2009-03-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:03:19.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty pageant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plus size'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-mom'/><title type='text'>Beauty Comes in All Shapes and Sizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On March 20,2009 Kerry entered her first beauty contest. I suggested it of course and she decided she wanted to try it. We bought the dress on &lt;a href="mailto:cr@igslist"&gt;cr@igslist&lt;/a&gt; "cheap". It was a really good deal. She did a lot of practicing and sometimes with a coach. She wanted to make herself proud. She did a great job. I started her morning off by making her breakfast. she went to school a half day and I took the day off. I picked her up at noon. Her Mom was there, she had brought Kerry lunch. We went to Gallatin to Belk's where she had her makeup done. We then went to Carolyn's to get her hair fixed, then we head home to chill and then get dressed. Kerry was # 31 out of 43 girls. She had the time of her life. She didn't place but came out of the holding room grining and said" I am doing this next year". Too funny! She did great on stage, very poised, she looked like she had being doing pageants all her life. When they went abck on stage in groups of 5 she had taken her shoes off! Her feet were hurting! LOL!! I told kelly you can sure tell that Kerry is his child because comfort is all she cares about! If she had been mine, a little longer in pain would be ok! I am so proud of Kerry! A year ago you would have never caught her anywhere near a beauty pageant much less participating. Congrats Kerry on making a new step in life. I am so glad you had fun!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5nrGZNXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S-IImdwpr34/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316844188834805106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5nrGZNXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S-IImdwpr34/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5nTIO-JI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GL6zYFqJMo4/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316844182400071826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5nTIO-JI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GL6zYFqJMo4/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A true Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5mpbGy9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/BBwCeGDJnuE/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316844171204938706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5mpbGy9I/AAAAAAAAAgI/BBwCeGDJnuE/s320/DSC00697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A father daughter moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4ZgcFOoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/j4TEH9CrLnI/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842845943184002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4ZgcFOoI/AAAAAAAAAgA/j4TEH9CrLnI/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blackwell's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4ZLUg0II/AAAAAAAAAf4/XBVHFOS_bcw/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842840274292866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4ZLUg0II/AAAAAAAAAf4/XBVHFOS_bcw/s320/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The back of her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4Y0vhZUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vI9TJ4zi_dU/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842834213561666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4Y0vhZUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/vI9TJ4zi_dU/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the front of her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4YqdwmCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dVOVV6jXzOs/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842831454705698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4YqdwmCI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dVOVV6jXzOs/s320/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4YUxn-aI/AAAAAAAAAfg/N5Zzx_6BqZw/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316842825632446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck4YUxn-aI/AAAAAAAAAfg/N5Zzx_6BqZw/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The make-up&lt;br /&gt; As you all know, I loved being in the beauty contests I was in. I have tried to instill in kerry that no matter your size, you can still be beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-3804547579172367336?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3804547579172367336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3804547579172367336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3804547579172367336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3804547579172367336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-comes-in-all-shapes-and-sizes.html' title='Beauty Comes in All Shapes and Sizes'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/Sck5nrGZNXI/AAAAAAAAAgY/S-IImdwpr34/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5185420700388489157</id><published>2009-03-02T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:57:04.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I watched the love shine through.</title><content type='html'>Most Sunday’s at church, I have the pleasure of watching a young mother and her toddler during the services. I have watched the Mother grown from a child her son’s age into the woman she is today. Makes me feel a little old. Katie and her husband were married shortly after Kelly and I. Their family grew while ours didn’t, but I am happy for them. Kyler is the sweetest little boy, when he wants to be… That’s what is Nonnie says anyway. He’s only been sweet when I am around him. Kyler was in my VBS class, so I have been around him quite a bit. Anyway, back to my story… Kyler was playing with his tractor during the sermon and waving at me, I was waving back to him. Shame on me, I know I should have been listening to Bro. Tom but, Kyler is more interesting. Sorry Bro. Tom, I am a sucker for little kids… Kyler then turned to his Mom, Katie and sat in her lap. He began rubbing her neck and then he started touching her face. It was soooo sweet! All I could think was will I ever be able to have that situation? Am I jealous? In a way, yes. Does it make me not to want to be around kids? Heck NO!!! I love kids, always have and always will! I have enough friends will little ones that I don’t think I will ever lack for love from a child.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Katie and Kyler… Kyler looked at his Mom with such love and adoration that I began to tear up. Then Kyler decided he wanted to love on his Daddy. He moved to Kevin’s lap and loved on him a while but quickly moved back to his Mom.  After services while we were leaving church Kyler and his Nonnie were walking out the same time we were. He said Hi Ms. Angie, I said hi back. I told him he sure was sweet during services and I loved how he was loving on his Mommy. Of course, he looked at me like I was speaking another language. I pray that one day, Kelly and I will be blessed enough to adopt, soon, I really hope. I want to experience the love that Katie and Kyler shared for those few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-5185420700388489157?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5185420700388489157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5185420700388489157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5185420700388489157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5185420700388489157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-watched-love-shine-through.html' title='I watched the love shine through.'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1096200519050960126</id><published>2009-02-27T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:03:13.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD&apos;S WORD'/><title type='text'>TODAY'S BLESSING</title><content type='html'>What the Lord Is Saying Today&lt;br /&gt;February 27, 2009.  My voice will be heard throughout the city. They will hear and obey. Rivers of living waters will flow freely. Your dry land will be watered. The desert will bloom again. The animals and even the rocks will praise Me in this hour. Children will come forth skipping and hopping. Their joy will be loud and they will not hold back their passion for Me. The King will ride through the streets with His chariot and angels assisting and accompanying Him. Yes, even the whole world will know of it and rejoice. Darkness will flee away in His presence. The ones who listen carefully to His voice and obey, these are the ones upon whom enormous favor will fall. A new order will be established. Glory to God. His presence will bring immense glory. You will know Him and He you. He loves you.Genesis 26:5 For Abraham listened to and obeyed My voice and kept My charge, My commands, My statutes, and My laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 27, 2009.  You are worrying about things that are out of your control. You will never be able to control this because it is the actions of someone else. You feel enormous guilt because you think your actions helped cause the problem. You are right, but it is too late to go back and change that. You have asked forgiveness from Me, and from the one that you are worrying about. Now you must forgive yourself. You have allowed Me to change you, and you can also do this through Me. You forgive others you must forgive yourself. Pray for the one now in trouble, and leave it with Me. Lay it down.James 5:16 Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed. The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-1096200519050960126?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1096200519050960126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1096200519050960126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1096200519050960126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1096200519050960126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-blessing.html' title='TODAY&apos;S BLESSING'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-4413986254421388181</id><published>2009-02-12T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:17:32.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin? I have been on an emotional roller coaster for about 2 weekes now. Why you may wonder? Well, My Granny's birthday was or would have been 2/3. My Uncle Don's birthday would have been 2/11 and today would have mine and Kelly's baby's 2nd birthday. I have been wondering if I should call the Dr. and ask what the sex of the baby was. All I asked when I went to my 6 week check up after my DNC was why did we lose the baby. Dr. said the baby had a chromosomal defect. He never offered to tell me the sex, I guess if I had asked then I would know. Would that be pouring salt back on that wond that will never heal or would knowing help my wound heal?&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has plans for me to me a Mom. Heck, I am a Mom, a step-mom, but still I am a parent.  I love being a step-mom and yes, I would give everything and anything to have my own bio-child but, that will never happen. yes, we will adopt, when? I have no idea. Kelly is still unemployed and what agency will let us adopt with only one income?&lt;br /&gt;I think the lady that had in-vitro and had 8 babies should give me one of her babies! Just kidding! Maybe....&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still heavy. With all the love that I have in my life I know that I am blessed and will always miss my baby and 2/12 will always be a sad day for me. Sweet baby till me meet again in heaven, know that your Mommy and Daddy miss and love you. I know that Granny and Nanny are taking good care of you. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-4413986254421388181?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4413986254421388181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=4413986254421388181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4413986254421388181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4413986254421388181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7247959820550451230</id><published>2009-01-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:07:06.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERD'/><title type='text'>Acid Reflux</title><content type='html'>As many of you know my Mom calls me a hypo. I am most of the time sick. Legitimately, I am sick. I just found out that I have Acid Reflux. I have not had any symptoms except severe pain in my upper left quadrant of my torso. I have had this pain since 11/29/08. I know this date well because I had to miss my 20 year High School reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Tuesday I had to have an upper and lower GI scope. Monday I had to drink and eat clear liquids. Now, tell me how can green and orange jello be clear? Monday nite I had to drink magnisium citrate ( gaged on it) and then I had to drink gatorade with mirilax. Can you say yuck-o! I had to force myself not to throw it back up! I don't think it tasted THAT bad, I think it was just the thickness of it. Plus I had to take 4 ducolax. I was pretty much cleaned out. if you know what I mean! I barely slept all night, I ended up sleeping on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning Kelly and I went to the hospital for my tests. I first had to stop by admitting because they wanted to get blood from my turnip. They asked if I could pay the $700.00 copay or would I liked to be billed. I sweetly smiled at the cute girl behind the desk and asked her to bill me while Kelly was standing behind me swallowing on his tounge. We (I) quitely walked off. Kelly was saying all kinds of cuss words- words I can't put here about how much this was costing. I quickly reminded him that I was the only one working and I knew how crappy it was that it was gonna cost us $700.00 to find out why I was hurting so bad. He hung his head low and walked behind me like all husbands should do! (fotflmao){falling on the floor laughing my a** off- for those who have no idea what I just wrote} So we head back to same day surgery and the nurse took me to my room and made Kelly take one of those buzzers they give you when you go to a resturant and wait for a table. No Kelly, you don't get peanuts to eat and drop the shells on the floor while waiting for me to get prepped.&lt;br /&gt;A nurse comes in to take all of my info and to make sure I am who I say I am. No Ma'am, I'm not Angie, I just like to have things shoved down my throat and up my hinney! Sounded kinda kinkey didn't??? I hope Kelly doesn't read this, I'll get into some seriuos funny stuff for that comment! Any who.... Another nurse comes in to start an IV. I tell her, you only have one chance at this so get it on the 1st time. She laughed. I wasn't kidding! She 1st says she sees a vein in my arm but isn't sure she can get it, again, I remind the ugly nurse that she only gets one try. That ugly nurse looks at me again and laughs. I sit up and give her the Karen look and say, look here missy, I ain't a kidding you. You get 1 try and 1 try only, if you mess it up, you will have to get another nurse in here and let her try. I ain't playing with ya! She looks at me like my head had started spinning, wipes my hand with alochol and inserts the IV. And it hurt like crap. But, it only took her 1 try! Of course I hollered. If you were wondering! I am sure the nurse that was getting my info thought I was a total heifer but when you (me) are hurting and someone hurts you (me) even more, you (me) are not a very nice person. So I ask the nurse that is making sure I am who I pretend I am, if the scope is going to make my throat hurt and if it's going to hurt when I poop. She says no sweetie, they are going to be gentle with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly finally is allowed to come back to my room and we watch TV while I am trying to figure out how I can change him to look like me. My brain starts working hard but my powers have faded since the age of 13. No I couldn't change people to look like someone else but, that would be cool huh? The surgery nurse comes to get me and the elevator that we were trying to take is stuck between floors. I look at her and said, if that I been us, I would have totally freaked out on you, she smiled and said, I would have been freaking out with you. Nice.... We finally arrive to the surgery room and my Dr. arrives, all smiles.... Yeah, he's not the one having a light crammed down his throat and up his hinney of course he is smiling. So they start prepping me and were talking about Sunday's Titan game and how they blew it. The next thing I know my Dr. is telling me he will see me in the recovery room. WOW!!! I didn't feel a thing. Now, the thing they put in my mouth to make sure I didn't bite the scope wasn't too fun, but other than that, it was cool. the gas they put in my belly- that was so not cool. It's not lady like for a woman to have to pass gas, but man, I had too. My belly felt like it was going to expolde! I was a fart'n away, in the bathroom of course. Kelly was saying Oh my Gosh, the entire time... I had to luagh, now he knows how Kerry and I feel!&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Dr. comes in and tells me he thinks I have Acid Reflux and I tell him I have not had any symptoms. He then says, a lot of people don't have the symptoms- its known as a silent disease. Nice....Well, it's been silent for me except my pain on my side. Thanks stomach acid!&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go! I really am sick.... I Am Not a HYPO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-7247959820550451230?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7247959820550451230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7247959820550451230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7247959820550451230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7247959820550451230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/acid-reflux.html' title='Acid Reflux'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2283252783979069975</id><published>2009-01-16T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:44:41.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreclosures'/><title type='text'>Litton Loan Company</title><content type='html'>I just got this email from my Mom and felt like I needed to post this. How sad to lose your home 2 day before Christmas. I pray that this family can find 2009 to be a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray that this year will be a great year for all our family and friends.  First let me apologize for not sending Christmas Cards, losing contact, or just not being there in this season.  Our family has gone through some major transitions this year that have not been easy.  After four years of fighting with Litton Loan we lost our home.  We had to move three days before Christmas into an apartment.  We went from a six bedroom home to a two bedroom apartment.  What a chore that was.  We just kept the most important things and lost the rest of our possessions.  The reason I write this email is that we have felt so alone in this process.  In surfing the internet Troy came across several sites where literally hundreds of people have been battling this mortgage company and have lost their home or are close to it.  I want everyone I know NEVER to EVER GET A LOAN THROUGH LITTON.  Our story is to long to put in print, but we will probably post our story on some web sites as well.  I am including the websites, and I just ask that you just pass them on so people know about this company.  They have destroyed our dreams of owning a home, took every last penny we had (as we had to use every dime to fight them), took our stability, destroyed our credit, and caused an unthinkable amount of stress.  After our investigation we realized how widespread problem really is.  The sad part is we didn't have a choice.  Our first lender sold our loan.  If your loan ever get's sold to Litton get it refinanced as soon as it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful, he provides, and we are safe and blessed.  So in dealing with this, and health issues the year got away from me.  I hope that this year I will be able to bless you all more as you have bless me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mailing address is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PO BOX 1235&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Juliet, TN 37121&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hayes Family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS here are some links, only a small handful of what's out there!  JUST BE AWARE of this Company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.khou.com/perl/common/video/wmPlayer.pl?title=" href="http://www.khou.com/perl/common/video/wmPlayer.pl?title=www.khou.com/defenders10_051110.wmv"&gt;http://www.khou.com/perl/common/video/wmPlayer.pl?title=www.khou.com/defenders10_051110.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.consumeraffairs.com/finance/litton_loan.html" href="http://www.consumeraffairs.com/finance/litton_loan.html"&gt;http://www.consumeraffairs.com/finance/litton_loan.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeHOvRFP0fI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeHOvRFP0fI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-2283252783979069975?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2283252783979069975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2283252783979069975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2283252783979069975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2283252783979069975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/litton-loan-company.html' title='Litton Loan Company'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8713180713883627197</id><published>2009-01-14T11:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:01:54.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLESSING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Today's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;January 13, 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;  Hear the Lord say this is a time of blessing for you. These are the times when the lines have fallen in pleasant places for you. You are in the beginning stages of receiving your inheritance I have intended all along. The times and seasons have seemed so slow for you. But your faith has not wavered. You have always had hope and faith. Now comes your reward. It has been My joy to take the little and expand it into something big for you. Sometimes you wonder how you could have been so blessed in your life. I tell you today that those in your heritage were praying for you long before you knew. At least one man of God prayed for you daily, with his wife, for fourteen years until you were birthed into what you are today.&lt;em&gt;Psalms 16:5-6 “O LORD, You are the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You maintain my lot. 6The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Yes, I have a good inheritance.”   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 13, 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;  A time of peace is ahead. You have been through a very trying time, with busy activities and trying relationships. But you are now on the cusp of a time of peace and rest. You have not realized how badly you have needed this, because so much has been going on, with little time to even think or assess. Now you are beginning to see a clearing ahead. During this time bring to mind how I got you through these difficulties. You have for the most part stayed in the Spirit. If you got out of the Spirit, you quickly repented and got back into wisdom. This pleases Me and benefits you.&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 8:35-36 (AMP) “For whoever finds me [Wisdom] finds life and draws forth and obtains favor from the Lord. 36But he who misses me or sins against me wrongs and injures himself; all who hate me love and court death.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-8713180713883627197?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8713180713883627197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8713180713883627197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8713180713883627197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8713180713883627197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-blessing.html' title='Today&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3364939923175425653</id><published>2009-01-09T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:02:28.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clectic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>TATTOOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdwVMyisNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kvQuXaFSDWM/s1600-h/My+flossie+hummingbird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289319796882714834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdwVMyisNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kvQuXaFSDWM/s320/My+flossie+hummingbird.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This hummingbird tattoo is memory of my Granny Florence, her nickname from me was Flossie, if you look in the wing you will see the word Flossie in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtmFUa5gI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0iOBjhfPUH4/s1600-h/the+beginning+of+my+tatto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316788400219650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtmFUa5gI/AAAAAAAAAeM/0iOBjhfPUH4/s320/the+beginning+of+my+tatto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beginning og my newest tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtldZx-4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7OX9A-b_dJ0/s1600-h/New+Tatto+after+2+days.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316777685285762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtldZx-4I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7OX9A-b_dJ0/s320/New+Tatto+after+2+days.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 days afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtksidrUI/AAAAAAAAAds/qL28Zj2Nsqs/s1600-h/Kelly"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316764568366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtksidrUI/AAAAAAAAAds/qL28Zj2Nsqs/s320/Kelly%27s+tat+in+color.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly's tat with color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtl_brxlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/73smztkqXzQ/s1600-h/Scooter+working+on+my+tat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316786820073042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtl_brxlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/73smztkqXzQ/s320/Scooter+working+on+my+tat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scooter working on my tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtlLqytEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0EE-a4ndMdM/s1600-h/painful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289316772924798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdtlLqytEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0EE-a4ndMdM/s320/painful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during shading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdr0csr00I/AAAAAAAAAdk/AG5rwwWc3KY/s1600-h/he+had+to+have+a+picture+of+it!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314836170920770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdr0csr00I/AAAAAAAAAdk/AG5rwwWc3KY/s320/he+had+to+have+a+picture+of+it!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The full monty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdrz2RR2MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pJVnfWniPGQ/s1600-h/close-up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314825855424706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdrz2RR2MI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pJVnfWniPGQ/s320/close-up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdrzm5lgLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ISZJ1DCZ6Tc/s1600-h/Almost+done.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314821729517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdrzm5lgLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ISZJ1DCZ6Tc/s320/Almost+done.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; almost done with the shading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdr0J2kphI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NJDCBjYCi4A/s1600-h/Done!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314831112119826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdr0J2kphI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NJDCBjYCi4A/s320/Done!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story behind this tattoo is that I collect crosses. My Mom gave my a cross that I have loved for a long time and have always thought it would make a cool tattoo. The cross isn't this big. I have been wanting a tatto with the Trinity sign. Since I am part Irish I thought it would be cool with a Celtic look. I gave the cross and celtic trinity to Scooter and he took it from there. I really didn't mean for the tattoo to be this big, I wanted it on my inside calf of my right ankle. I don't think it would have looked this good any other way. This is my 4th tattoo and not sure if I am done. LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurt like crap, I am not gonna suagr coat it for you. I had to make Scoot stop 3 times while he was doing it and was saying some words I should never say. But holy crap, IT HURT@@@. If you ever want a tattoo and you are in Middle TN I can hook you up with an awesome tattoo artist.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdrzDa85yI/AAAAAAAAAdE/t1-PridnvBw/s1600-h/#2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314812205786914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdrzDa85yI/AAAAAAAAAdE/t1-PridnvBw/s320/%232.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2454599530105615654-3364939923175425653?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3364939923175425653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3364939923175425653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3364939923175425653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3364939923175425653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/tattoos.html' title='TATTOOS'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdwVMyisNI/AAAAAAAAAeU/kvQuXaFSDWM/s72-c/My+flossie+hummingbird.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8338061320293325953</id><published>2009-01-09T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:18:13.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tile'/><title type='text'>Random Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdo0ky2CbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6YfPB_VH_6E/s1600-h/Kerry+got+her+permit+to+drive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289311539809356210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdo0ky2CbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6YfPB_VH_6E/s320/Kerry+got+her+permit+to+drive.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch out everyone, kerry is gonna be on the road. At least Kelly or I will be with her~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnss0-GUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YXxqVT8Ha5s/s1600-h/lots+of+work.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310305015175490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnss0-GUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/YXxqVT8Ha5s/s320/lots+of+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Momma's floor that Kelly out down, before the grout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdns2glBuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yAU0nzpnzrQ/s1600-h/She+did+it!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310307614000866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdns2glBuI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yAU0nzpnzrQ/s320/She+did+it!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She finally did it! Permit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnsB_csyI/AAAAAAAAAck/biyS343-l4w/s1600-h/sweet+sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310293516399394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnsB_csyI/AAAAAAAAAck/biyS343-l4w/s320/sweet+sleep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet sleeping baby Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnr44PGVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Iq0sP6mbP8c/s1600-h/Sweet+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310291070228818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnr44PGVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Iq0sP6mbP8c/s320/Sweet+boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Jake, who's got ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnroTrwvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/o4lEqfSYsGs/s1600-h/Jacob+&amp;amp;+Angie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289310286621950706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdnroTrwvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/o4lEqfSYsGs/s320/Jacob+%26+Angie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp;amp; Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjfZonbgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sMG4HBTZ2YU/s1600-h/Kerry+&amp;amp;+Jacob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305678478274050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjfZonbgI/AAAAAAAAAcM/sMG4HBTZ2YU/s320/Kerry+%26+Jacob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjfHzGPgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Thf4wcC82AA/s1600-h/Fifi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305673690398210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjfHzGPgI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Thf4wcC82AA/s320/Fifi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjelCHpKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JY9hRaJzAFo/s1600-h/Fifi+&amp;amp;+Kerry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305664358163618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjelCHpKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/JY9hRaJzAFo/s320/Fifi+%26+Kerry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry &amp;amp; Fifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjeVnKpAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Iy_vYKUz4wk/s1600-h/Dalton+wanted+a+belly+picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305660218582018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjeVnKpAI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Iy_vYKUz4wk/s320/Dalton+wanted+a+belly+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton showing some skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjeIZfz4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GCb1PYfd3FY/s1600-h/Dalton+being+silly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305656671588226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdjeIZfz4I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GCb1PYfd3FY/s320/Dalton+being+silly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly Dalton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhVDesWKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OQai-QFSdjE/s1600-h/Fifi+snuggling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289303301709125794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhVDesWKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OQai-QFSdjE/s320/Fifi+snuggling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifi Snuggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhUjQfzQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1WvLAp2fx7o/s1600-h/hard+work.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289303293059648770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhUjQfzQI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1WvLAp2fx7o/s320/hard+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hard Work- Kelly out this floor down for Momma &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhUc1jA0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/bzfQ8-DZsgw/s1600-h/Dalton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289303291336000322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhUc1jA0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/bzfQ8-DZsgw/s320/Dalton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dalton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhTzUR8XI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4o6gDijiBiQ/s1600-h/cream+mouth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289303280190615922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdhTzUR8XI/AAAAAAAAAbM/4o6gDijiBiQ/s320/cream+mouth.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silly cream boy!&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;Just some random pictures to show that my life is very busy but loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-8338061320293325953?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8338061320293325953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8338061320293325953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8338061320293325953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8338061320293325953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-fun.html' title='Random Fun'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdo0ky2CbI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6YfPB_VH_6E/s72-c/Kerry+got+her+permit+to+drive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6333209953597846999</id><published>2009-01-08T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:30:39.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLENDED FAMILY'/><title type='text'>Christmas Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZy-_A4TI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jyyhFtRMsmY/s1600-h/The+Rulers+of+the+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295019805565234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZy-_A4TI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jyyhFtRMsmY/s320/The+Rulers+of+the+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey &amp;amp; Fifi are tired after a long day of partying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZyYSFjlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_VXdlOKenrk/s1600-h/Trevor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295009416580690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZyYSFjlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_VXdlOKenrk/s320/Trevor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trevor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZx5zqR5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Z5J9BC2haeA/s1600-h/Kerry,+Momma,+Kelly+&amp;amp;+Aunt+Jean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295001235900306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZx5zqR5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Z5J9BC2haeA/s320/Kerry,+Momma,+Kelly+%26+Aunt+Jean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Morning at Momma &amp;amp; Daddy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZxh0KzqI/AAAAAAAAAas/y_6Ky13FHzQ/s1600-h/Kerry,+Kristy,+Trevor+&amp;amp;+Fifi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289294994795581090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZxh0KzqI/AAAAAAAAAas/y_6Ky13FHzQ/s320/Kerry,+Kristy,+Trevor+%26+Fifi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve at the Blackwell's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX8_TuQCI/AAAAAAAAAak/WU9o3PxxFbs/s1600-h/Momma++&amp;amp;+Lucy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292992667861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX8_TuQCI/AAAAAAAAAak/WU9o3PxxFbs/s320/Momma++%26+Lucy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Momma &amp;amp; Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX8XJmkWI/AAAAAAAAAac/LyhO08p8vK0/s1600-h/Kerry+in+her+new+PJ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292981887996258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX8XJmkWI/AAAAAAAAAac/LyhO08p8vK0/s320/Kerry+in+her+new+PJ%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry waiting on Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX7_knt0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/KK5TTtp9A3c/s1600-h/Kerry+&amp;amp;+Grandma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292975558866754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX7_knt0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/KK5TTtp9A3c/s320/Kerry+%26+Grandma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry &amp;amp; Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX7kstSmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tsrbFiSphm8/s1600-h/Kelly+Diane,+Kristy+&amp;amp;+Trevor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292968345029218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX7kstSmI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tsrbFiSphm8/s320/Kelly+Diane,+Kristy+%26+Trevor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly, Kristy &amp;amp; Trevor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX7V6OyNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ED44EC2PyK4/s1600-h/Kelly+Diane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289292964375218386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdX7V6OyNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ED44EC2PyK4/s320/Kelly+Diane.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly Diane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUvFtwgoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uMZnidqx_N0/s1600-h/Kelly+bagged+a+good+one..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289289455334621826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUvFtwgoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uMZnidqx_N0/s320/Kelly+bagged+a+good+one..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly bagged Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUua1ju5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NguyAhyMi_o/s1600-h/He+likes+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289289443824614290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUua1ju5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NguyAhyMi_o/s320/He+likes+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly likes his present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUuEYWWlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hz3UsKy1qfQ/s1600-h/Grandma+&amp;amp;+her+kiddos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289289437796522578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUuEYWWlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hz3UsKy1qfQ/s320/Grandma+%26+her+kiddos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and her Grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUt5xHEVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bdxNbqbA_wg/s1600-h/Frankie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289289434947588434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdUt5xHEVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bdxNbqbA_wg/s320/Frankie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdS1ZaRg7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/SPU3kDUEfL4/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289287364677567410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdS1ZaRg7I/AAAAAAAAAZc/SPU3kDUEfL4/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly &amp;amp; Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdS04MKSQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3xyq-HAzHS4/s1600-h/Diana+&amp;amp;+Lucy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289287355760003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdS04MKSQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/3xyq-HAzHS4/s320/Diana+%26+Lucy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diana &amp;amp; Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPbBs9XxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YYSQlCeiGCU/s1600-h/Dale+spoiling+my+dawgs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289283613102006034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPbBs9XxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YYSQlCeiGCU/s320/Dale+spoiling+my+dawgs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fifi is wanting Dale to rub her belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPaqL4dbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wRmwUt1DTAg/s1600-h/Daddy+&amp;amp;+Kyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289283606789256626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPaqL4dbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/wRmwUt1DTAg/s320/Daddy+%26+Kyle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy &amp;amp; Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPaID9JKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aEYT7NPjWk8/s1600-h/Christmas+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289283597629203618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPaID9JKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/aEYT7NPjWk8/s320/Christmas+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Day 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPZ72DfLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/u4QeWU1OSLc/s1600-h/Brad+&amp;amp;+Wendy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289283594349673650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPZ72DfLI/AAAAAAAAAYs/u4QeWU1OSLc/s320/Brad+%26+Wendy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wendy &amp;amp; Brad's 1st Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPZb9EGmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7pjNGOaeS-8/s1600-h/Aunt+Jean+&amp;amp;+her+present+from+Kerry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289283585789139554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdPZb9EGmI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7pjNGOaeS-8/s320/Aunt+Jean+%26+her+present+from+Kerry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Jean &amp;amp; the Bear Kerry gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1do6jcgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Z3HkX--04UU/s1600-h/Anthony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043964452893186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1do6jcgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Z3HkX--04UU/s320/Anthony.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anthony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1dc3AauI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-lFIyLf7Gp0/s1600-h/a+new+ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043961216789218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1dc3AauI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-lFIyLf7Gp0/s320/a+new+ring.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1dCP_M6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/DyjWQ-juZWY/s1600-h/A+new+radio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043954073809826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1dCP_M6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/DyjWQ-juZWY/s320/A+new+radio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A radio for her car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1c10AvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VzgGzza5zfw/s1600-h/a+moose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043950735245090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1c10AvyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VzgGzza5zfw/s320/a+moose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucy's moose from Alaska from Aunt Betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1ckRC-PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hNylfuz5Szw/s1600-h/2008+Christmas+with+the+Blackwells.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289043946025187570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWZ1ckRC-PI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hNylfuz5Szw/s320/2008+Christmas+with+the+Blackwells.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Blackwell's Christmas 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you can see we were truly blessed this year with family spening time with each other. I pray that 2009 will be just as wonderful as last year! God Bless Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6333209953597846999?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6333209953597846999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6333209953597846999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6333209953597846999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6333209953597846999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-pics.html' title='Christmas Pics'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SWdZy-_A4TI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jyyhFtRMsmY/s72-c/The+Rulers+of+the+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-400095164211370086</id><published>2008-12-30T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:17:58.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Last Post for 2008</title><content type='html'>Yep, folks, this year is almost over and for me it really is. I will be way to busy to post again. I hope you all have a very Happy and safe New Year. i know I will be partying down with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was awesome. Christmas Eve the Blackwell Gang came to the house and we celebrated with finger foods, way too much, I am here to tell you. The kids got gifts and had loads of fun. We adults just enjoyed each other's company. My sis in law and her fam came as well as my MIL and UIL. The MIL did good, I was so proud of her, no breakdowns at all. One slight one but I told her to suck it up. Not those words exactly but basically. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day we went to my parents house and ate the traditional friend oysters and eggs. It was soooo gooood! Presents were given out by Kerry-she was Santa. We took turns opening gifts from youngest to oldest. I believe I had the most gifts this year, some really special ones, a cookbook from Trisha Yearwood, a cookbook from Disney World, and a Mickey Karate ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry had a great Christmas. She got a radio for her car and many other great pressies. I will post pictures next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and I pray that everyone will have a blessed 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-400095164211370086?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/400095164211370086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=400095164211370086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/400095164211370086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/400095164211370086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-for-2008.html' title='Last Post for 2008'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1044658490998666041</id><published>2008-12-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:15:07.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help. needy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>FOOD BOXES</title><content type='html'>Saturday, Kerry and I help the church deliver food boxes to the needy. We delivered  to 5 familes. We got lost 1 time because the address we were given wasn't the correct one. I tried where I thought it was but went to the wrong house. Everyone was very happy to recieve the boxes. We were given lots of hugs. I thought that this would be a rewarding experience for Kerry and it was. I saw her tear up a time or two.&lt;br /&gt;I know it was very rewarding for me. We are blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-1044658490998666041?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1044658490998666041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1044658490998666041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1044658490998666041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1044658490998666041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-boxes.html' title='FOOD BOXES'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-207800371474703088</id><published>2008-12-18T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:09:03.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Birth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpXL4Zk5UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QNxDPlVPB98/s1600-h/Jacob+Austin+Malmin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129374675166530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpXL4Zk5UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QNxDPlVPB98/s320/Jacob+Austin+Malmin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob Austin Malmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW388o8oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/obwcv6AN7kg/s1600-h/Dalton+is+not+too+sure+about+Jake..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129032298590850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW388o8oI/AAAAAAAAAXs/obwcv6AN7kg/s320/Dalton+is+not+too+sure+about+Jake..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalton's not too sure about his new brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW3rsnlxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gXvloUHWHos/s1600-h/David+&amp;amp;+Jacob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129027667990290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW3rsnlxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gXvloUHWHos/s320/David+%26+Jacob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proud Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW3QNZR_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/FGd1qRV6oVI/s1600-h/Big+bro+Kenton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129020289271794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW3QNZR_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/FGd1qRV6oVI/s320/Big+bro+Kenton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenton, Jacob &amp;amp; Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW3MLz_AI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JSMPdXBeUrQ/s1600-h/Awe!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129019208891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW3MLz_AI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JSMPdXBeUrQ/s320/Awe!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob right after coming into the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW2-NDW6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2HbJZSeiteM/s1600-h/Angie+before+delivery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281129015455996834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpW2-NDW6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/2HbJZSeiteM/s320/Angie+before+delivery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angie before the BIG moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 12/12/08 at 12:44 pm Jacob Austin Malmin came into the world. He weighed 7 lbs 3oz and was 19 1/2" long.  Angie and her husband David let me in on their special day, a day that I will cherish forever. Jacob is the sweetest baby ever. Of course he is, he's my best friend's baby. Congrats Angie &amp;amp; David! I love ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-207800371474703088?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/207800371474703088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=207800371474703088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/207800371474703088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/207800371474703088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/birth-day.html' title='Birth Day'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUpXL4Zk5UI/AAAAAAAAAX0/QNxDPlVPB98/s72-c/Jacob+Austin+Malmin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1772421863478634373</id><published>2008-12-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:43:53.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2jRqUhzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EttqMeoNrGY/s1600-h/snow+falling+down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280460174011959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2jRqUhzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EttqMeoNrGY/s320/snow+falling+down.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2i2T-AEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AkpyHmALEwE/s1600-h/Front+of+our+house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280460166670450754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2i2T-AEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AkpyHmALEwE/s320/Front+of+our+house.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2iYh2a9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/L5xWoMYyjUs/s1600-h/Snow+on+River+Street.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280460158675610578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2iYh2a9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/L5xWoMYyjUs/s320/Snow+on+River+Street.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2h5CnehI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Wzmn80Ggq6I/s1600-h/snow+on+Halltown+RD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280460150223108626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2h5CnehI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Wzmn80Ggq6I/s320/snow+on+Halltown+RD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On 12/11/08 It snowed! The best snow we've had in a long time!It didn't stay very long but it was very pretty while it lasted. Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-1772421863478634373?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1772421863478634373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1772421863478634373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1772421863478634373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1772421863478634373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-white.html' title='Snow White'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUf2jRqUhzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/EttqMeoNrGY/s72-c/snow+falling+down.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5687968906018878762</id><published>2008-12-16T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:32:31.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas with My Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzzTVBwpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xOA-fFUQpYY/s1600-h/MawMaw+&amp;amp;+Dan-O.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280457150802543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzzTVBwpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xOA-fFUQpYY/s320/MawMaw+%26+Dan-O.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel, MawMaw &amp;amp; Uncle Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzy2_R7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ULS_pf4uM3I/s1600-h/Daniel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280457143195135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzy2_R7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ULS_pf4uM3I/s320/Daniel%27s+Stocking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel's Stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzzFgomnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hgIqLvf6svQ/s1600-h/MawMaw+&amp;amp;+Aunt+Jean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280457147093129842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzzFgomnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hgIqLvf6svQ/s320/MawMaw+%26+Aunt+Jean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MawMaw &amp;amp; Aunt Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzycskJGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cJRgvVM5UKU/s1600-h/Daniel+loves+his+Uncle+Kelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280457136137315426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzycskJGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cJRgvVM5UKU/s320/Daniel+loves+his+Uncle+Kelly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel adn his favorite Uncle kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzx1pLUlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VBPHGV1kOow/s1600-h/Cheese!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280457125654123090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzx1pLUlI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VBPHGV1kOow/s320/Cheese!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday December 13, my long lost brother brought my nephew to have Christmas with Me, Momma, Kelly and Aunt Jean. Daniel had a great time. My brother- who the heck knows.... He sat in the kitchen the entire time, barely spoke to anyone and tried to get all biblical on me adn I had to spout out the verse on Judge not lest ye be judge and he shut up! He should know better than to mess with me and my Bible Verses! He knows I knows I know more than him.  Any way, Daniel fianlly got to spend sometime with his family on Christams, even if it was early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5687968906018878762?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5687968906018878762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5687968906018878762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5687968906018878762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5687968906018878762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-with-my-nephew.html' title='Christmas with My Nephew'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SUfzzTVBwpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xOA-fFUQpYY/s72-c/MawMaw+%26+Dan-O.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7121668486099092351</id><published>2008-12-08T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:20:49.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amber Leaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMPANY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WYNN REICHERT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas party 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Vymlx_yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O1nWXX9DGAk/s1600-h/WYNN+REICHERT+(+OUR+ENTERTAINMENT).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468666188922658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Vymlx_yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O1nWXX9DGAk/s320/WYNN+REICHERT+(+OUR+ENTERTAINMENT).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wynn Reichert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1VxS4qoNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p4vp3BQY3KY/s1600-h/WYNN+SIGNING+A+LOVE+SONG+TO+ANGIE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468643719553234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1VxS4qoNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p4vp3BQY3KY/s320/WYNN+SIGNING+A+LOVE+SONG+TO+ANGIE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wynn singing a love song to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Vw76CahI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AxSjEzH7Pso/s1600-h/THE+BLACKWELL"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468637551290898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Vw76CahI/AAAAAAAAAVk/AxSjEzH7Pso/s320/THE+BLACKWELL%27S.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1VwK-yr5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/f17xDX0CsBc/s1600-h/FUNNY+MAN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468624417894290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1VwK-yr5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/f17xDX0CsBc/s320/FUNNY+MAN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The funny man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1VvkzC41I/AAAAAAAAAVU/FVgxjmWocvE/s1600-h/ANGIE+&amp;amp;+KELLY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468614168077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1VvkzC41I/AAAAAAAAAVU/FVgxjmWocvE/s320/ANGIE+%26+KELLY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; True Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12/6/08 was the date for Western Reflections annual Christmas Party. It was held at the Amber LEaf in Gallatin. We had an awesome time. Comedian Wynn reichert performed for us and had me laughing at times so hard, I couldn't breathe! We collected presents for local children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The food was awesome and I also found a beer I like! I usually hate beer but now I like Blue Moon. We had beautiful flowers and the Venue (Amber Leaf) was decorated beautifully by the owners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you all have a Very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7121668486099092351?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7121668486099092351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7121668486099092351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7121668486099092351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7121668486099092351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party-2008.html' title='Christmas party 2008'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Vymlx_yI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O1nWXX9DGAk/s72-c/WYNN+REICHERT+(+OUR+ENTERTAINMENT).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-9150329420687283621</id><published>2008-12-08T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:08:11.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLESSING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING 2008 and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q7Dz4xXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NBIPEKt4aPk/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277463313913529714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q7Dz4xXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NBIPEKt4aPk/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure if I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q6-IIl0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/YHVWMhMirOM/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277463312387839810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q6-IIl0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/YHVWMhMirOM/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's kinda red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q6eD0kZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ax67FWbD294/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277463303779815826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q6eD0kZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ax67FWbD294/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new hair color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P-unb9hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8zDnLO6Fcrg/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462277432014354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P-unb9hI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8zDnLO6Fcrg/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wennie in a blanket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P92CnhrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/qvwrVlNBvUg/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462262245197490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P92CnhrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/qvwrVlNBvUg/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P9Jwf6iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7Urld52P0no/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462250358041122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P9Jwf6iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7Urld52P0no/s320/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly and Angie Thanksgiving morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P8z5vyiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZaA9LUrDpIU/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462244491250210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P8z5vyiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZaA9LUrDpIU/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the river and through the woods, to Aunt Jean's house we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P8HsuqHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/38F_N5X1n1c/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277462232625490034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1P8HsuqHI/AAAAAAAAAUU/38F_N5X1n1c/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trixie wanted her picture taken too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NEHekQTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mlABXxH4lHc/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459071470158130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NEHekQTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mlABXxH4lHc/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NDzwfp4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kpCc3GQZjpc/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459066176644994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NDzwfp4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/kpCc3GQZjpc/s320/DSC00205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mother &amp;amp; Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NC-PkQQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/tegYaeCKZdQ/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459051811455234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NC-PkQQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/tegYaeCKZdQ/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NCaPb5GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xDREVhJmUBw/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459042147230818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NCaPb5GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xDREVhJmUBw/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NBazyaVI/AAAAAAAAATs/ahoTGKAhFuc/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277459025119832402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1NBazyaVI/AAAAAAAAATs/ahoTGKAhFuc/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle, Zach &amp;amp; Kelly after we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KM03dq2I/AAAAAAAAATk/9Iw_Bd-8wL8/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455922558249826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KM03dq2I/AAAAAAAAATk/9Iw_Bd-8wL8/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle and Aunt Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KMVyD2vI/AAAAAAAAATc/biwRRulrJh0/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455914214087410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KMVyD2vI/AAAAAAAAATc/biwRRulrJh0/s320/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 generations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momma, Aunt Jean, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KLQGryKI/AAAAAAAAATU/k3lgN6OCblQ/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455895510108322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KLQGryKI/AAAAAAAAATU/k3lgN6OCblQ/s320/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KI42Y42I/AAAAAAAAATM/-C8eDhHLoEY/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455854908007266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KI42Y42I/AAAAAAAAATM/-C8eDhHLoEY/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The spread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KIm-2BEI/AAAAAAAAATE/hJqS58CqKzY/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277455850111632450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1KIm-2BEI/AAAAAAAAATE/hJqS58CqKzY/s320/DSC00223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelly's Big 8 pointer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanksgiving 2008 was spent in 2 days. the Sunday before, Kerry, Kelly and I hosted Kelly's sister Kristy and her family and Kelly's Unlce Dale. My mother in law was not feeling well so she did not attend. We did send her something to eat by Kristy. We had a great time. Kelly's nephew Trevor was the laugh of the party! Joey was hunching on Fifi and he said : Awe, look, Joey is getting a piggy back ride from Fifi". OMG, we all laughed our butts off. He laughed too but didn't realize why we all were laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanksgiving day, kelly and I went to Goodletsville to my Aunt Jean's house to eat with her, Kyle, Kyle's friend-Zach and my parents. There was way too much food, but it was delicious! Of course we brought home lots of left overs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Saturday after Thanksgiving I was suppose to go to my 20th High School reunion but I was in the Er with stomach pains. Still haven't found out what is going on there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope everyone had a blessed Thanksgiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry this post is late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-9150329420687283621?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9150329420687283621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=9150329420687283621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9150329420687283621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9150329420687283621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008-and-other-stuff.html' title='THANKSGIVING 2008 and other stuff'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/ST1Q7Dz4xXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/NBIPEKt4aPk/s72-c/DSC00191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5958954532642537545</id><published>2008-11-24T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:30:05.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLESSING'/><title type='text'>Today's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;November 24, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.  Songs of the Lord. You have been hearing songs of praise in your head for some time now. May it be known that as you entertain these songs you are actually singing with Me as I sing over you My songs. I know of your great desire to know Me in the deepest reaches of your being. Not only to know Me but to forget yourself and live My life through you in total surrender. I say unto you this is a good thing, actually a promotion for your status with Me. No one else can love Me the way you do. You bring such utter delight to Me. Keep singing and singing and singing. Exquisite unity is now possible as you have never experienced it. Watch and see. Songs of the Lord.&lt;em&gt;Philippians 3:9-10 “And be found in him, not having mine own righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith: That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;November 24, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.  You do not realize what a blessing you are, and what good decisions you make. Because of your work ethic, you just keep on doing the right thing. It doesn’t make any difference whether you are recognized or not, but it is appreciated when it comes. You don’t do things for recognition, but do them because they are yours to do. For that reason you are getting ready to be publically recognized. You have trusted and obeyed Me in the small things, and now you will be elevated to greater responsibility. You are up to the task because of the things you have overcome in past positions. Your humility blesses Me. &lt;em&gt;Matthew 25:20-21 The one who had received the five talents came up and brought five more talents, saying, 'Master, you entrusted five talents to me. See, I have gained five more talents.’  21"His master said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful slave. You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-5958954532642537545?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5958954532642537545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5958954532642537545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5958954532642537545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5958954532642537545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-blessing_24.html' title='Today&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-4478099731086175771</id><published>2008-11-24T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:27:24.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Early Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the Blackwell clan had Thanksgiving early so we could spend Thanksgiving with other family members. The Eatherley's came as well as Kelly's Uncle Dale. My mother in law wasn't feeling well, but Kristy took her something to eat when they left. We had a great time and enjoyed each other's company and ate wayyyy tooooo muuuuccchhh! Good food!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's nephew trevor is such a hoot, I had to blog about what he said yesterday, so I caould have a record of this. He is 8 years old and not too keen on dogs. I had put Joey and Fifi up when they got there and Trevor was wanting them out. I let the dogs out of the carrier and they did really good.&lt;br /&gt;I was washing dishes and heard everyone laughing, My sister in law came into the kitchen and I asked what was so funny. She said that Joey had mounted Fifi and Trevor had said, "Look, Joey wants a piggy back ride!". (I am laughing now, as I am typing!!!) Well, I brust out laughing and Trevor comes into the Kitchen and tells me the same thing! Poor thing... He  will have a rude awakening one day! But, it was sweet. Out of the mouths of babes!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly got laid off from his job on friday. They are suppose to call him back in Jan. I hope so! Please pray for us. I know that God will provide!&lt;br /&gt;I pray that everyone will have a blessed Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-4478099731086175771?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4478099731086175771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=4478099731086175771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4478099731086175771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4478099731086175771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-thanksgiving.html' title='Early Thanksgiving'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-4645100371105463890</id><published>2008-11-18T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:32:22.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD&apos;S WORD'/><title type='text'>today's blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the Lord Is Saying Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 18, 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Some uncertainty has crept into your thinking. It has been eating away at your confidence. Your resolve to continue at any cost has been weakened. But there is nothing wrong with your good heart towards Me. You and I have a covenant that makes your enemies My enemies and My enemies your enemies. Such things as you are dealing with are cleansed by the blood of Jesus being applied. Deep in your heart is your remembrance of how Jesus died on the cross for you, cleansing you from all sins forever. Pray for that blood to again be applied now to take away all double-mindedness and make your focus sharp again. Wash your hands to make sure all impurities are gone. Apply the blood of Jesus to your heart that you may again sparkle with His light. Nothing is lost and there is everything to be gained.&lt;em&gt;James 4:8 “Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded.”    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 18, 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Your mind is troubled over something that has happened. There is something lost. You know you had it, but it is nowhere to be found. You have looked in every place you remember being, but it seems to just have disappeared. I remember your thoughts and actions before you lost it. Think back over the steps you took. I speak peace to you in your loss. Don’t spend excessive amounts of time looking. Do not worry about it. When you have your mind at rest things suddenly pop in that were forgotten. I restore what is lost. I restore lost memories, lost people, lost relationships; I am the Lord of restoration. &lt;em&gt;Lamentations 5:21 “Restore us to You, O LORD, that we may be restored; Renew our days as of old,”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-4645100371105463890?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4645100371105463890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=4645100371105463890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4645100371105463890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4645100371105463890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-blessing.html' title='today&apos;s blessing'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-9158475910368532831</id><published>2008-11-13T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:10:48.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='servant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithful'/><title type='text'>My only hope is this is what I am told....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;November 13, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.  You have been feeling like you have been stuck in one position for quite a while, like you have been at a standstill. You have felt bored from time to time. My child I am pleased with you for you have made the most of your time, and have been faithful in this place. A change is coming, a big change. You will be thrust into a new position suddenly. Don’t be afraid or overwhelmed. Keep your focus on Me. You will wonder how you moved so suddenly. I observed your faithfulness and humility. I am bringing you to a new level of service, a place of joy and excitement. &lt;em&gt;Matthew 25:23 "His master said to him, 'Well done, good and faithful slave. You were faithful with a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-9158475910368532831?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9158475910368532831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=9158475910368532831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9158475910368532831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9158475910368532831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-only-hope-is-this-is-what-i-am-told.html' title='My only hope is this is what I am told....'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5235756638289342420</id><published>2008-11-12T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:58:23.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAREER'/><title type='text'>20 YEARS HAVE FLOWN BY</title><content type='html'>May 28,1988 was the day I ended my life as a child and became an adult, or so I thought at the time. TCHS class of 48, graduated and we cried. We were a close class, how could you not be with 48 people in your graduating class? We are getting together in a few weeks to celebrate 20 years of what? Wedded bliss for some, fame for others, me? Nothing but being glad to be alive and glad I am married to the man of my dreams and being a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to a class mate a few nights ago who was labeled special needs. She ahs written a book of peotry adn is a published author! Wow! I am so proud of her! I never would have thought she would be a published author.&lt;br /&gt;I was always the one who was friends with everyone well, except for the guy that broke my jaw as a freshman. him, I don't like very well! But anyway, I loved everyone in my class and feel like most of them like me too. Of course, there are a few who think their crap didn't stink, and still do to this day. But, let me tell their crap does stink! I haven't met anyone whose doesn't. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see everyone again. Only to see how they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-5235756638289342420?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5235756638289342420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5235756638289342420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5235756638289342420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5235756638289342420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-years-have-flown-by.html' title='20 YEARS HAVE FLOWN BY'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7726922841832363200</id><published>2008-11-11T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:57:49.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KERRY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modeling'/><title type='text'>A SHOT AT MODELING</title><content type='html'>This weekend Kerry and I worked on her Mom's Christmas present which meant I took lots of pictures of her. We had a lot of fun and Kerry has finally realized that she is pretty. She even made the comment that she really could be a model! Awesome. Praise the Lord! Her self esteem has grown so much since Feb. I don't care what anyone says, I am a good influence on her.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMuMIpSqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fWMhyzyqFM0/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267536701834218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMuMIpSqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fWMhyzyqFM0/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMtkb6UPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r-RBuwIzJhw/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267536691177607410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMtkb6UPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r-RBuwIzJhw/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMtUiV53I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IzfsUVQOfQI/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267536686909613938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMtUiV53I/AAAAAAAAAQg/IzfsUVQOfQI/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLwC2tu2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/sct1MpK4-fg/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267535634191203170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLwC2tu2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/sct1MpK4-fg/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLvztfFmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7AdRULTrn4Q/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267535630125962850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLvztfFmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7AdRULTrn4Q/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLvTIonZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/48asPk1IONw/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267535621381463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLvTIonZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/48asPk1IONw/s320/DSC00146.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLumhheAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ynKE5c21JPA/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267535609406257154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLumhheAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ynKE5c21JPA/s320/DSC00165.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLst-X1GI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BYOr-Sa21Jo/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267535577046570082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoLst-X1GI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BYOr-Sa21Jo/s320/DSC00175.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7726922841832363200?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7726922841832363200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7726922841832363200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7726922841832363200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7726922841832363200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/shot-at-modeling.html' title='A SHOT AT MODELING'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRoMuMIpSqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fWMhyzyqFM0/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7870552898279294491</id><published>2008-11-07T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:09:04.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggles'/><title type='text'>This spoke to me before today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;November 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.  It is not easy accepting a new leader for whom you did not vote. You highly preferred someone else. Now that the decision is made, you can show your faith in Me even stronger through praying and believing. I can use My choice as I choose for My purposes. My ways are not always your ways and My thoughts are not always your thoughts. I have a purpose to bring repentance and to remove Godlessness. With you and others praying, I can do even more mighty things for your benefit. I say again to you, put your faith in God. Believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of those who seek Him.&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 21:1 “The king's heart is like&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;channels of water in the hand of the LORD; He turns it wherever He wishes.”&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 7, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.  You have been attacked by the enemy, but you have not recognized it. If you realize it right now you are catching it early, that is, if you do something about it. Stand against the attack. Declare the cross of Jesus, the shedding of His blood in death, His resurrection that publicly defeated the devil. This is the way of defeating the attack. Sometimes you do not address an attack, and by lack of action on your part in effect you are denying the importance of where the source comes from. The devil is recorded in Scripture as walking around as a roaring lion seeking someone to devour. Take this seriously. &lt;em&gt;Ephesians 6:12 “For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-7870552898279294491?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7870552898279294491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7870552898279294491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7870552898279294491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7870552898279294491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-spoke-to-me-before-today.html' title='This spoke to me before today'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8035120151089703313</id><published>2008-11-04T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:42:43.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='16'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-mom'/><title type='text'>SWEET 16 PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Oct 25, 2008 Kelly and I hosted Kerry's Sweet 16 Birthday Party at MawMaw and Poppa's house.  We started early and ended late. We had a beautiful but cold day. Kerry and I decorated while Kelly and Daddy smoked the Boston Butts and the Bologna. (Yum-O) After decorating Kerry adn I ran home to get dressed and started picking up the guests. Ariel met us at our house. We picked up Matthew and Jasemine. Once we arrived back to the party, Kelly adn Uncle Dale started the bonfire while ran up to the house to get the food. I took Kelly's truck, as I got out of the truck, I slammed my hand in the door and broke my hand! What me get hurt??? You gotta be kidding! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tuffed it out through the entire party and even helped clean up, of course by the end of the party, my hand was hurting so bad, I enlisted the kids (guests) to help. Bad hostess I know but I was hurting soo bad! Kerry played matchmaker at her party, she got Danielle and Matthew hooked up. It was soo cute seeing them holding hands. Awe, young love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone had a wonderful time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we got back home adn everything unloaded, kelly adn I went to the ER while Kerry crashed at home. She had partied too much! At the ER they said I just smashed my hand. On Monday I went to the DR and it's broke- hairline fracture- to me that's broke. It hurts like a MUG!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oct 26 is Kerry's birthday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBkuX66O6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/oj0LkZO4isM/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264818712253971362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBkuX66O6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/oj0LkZO4isM/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS WHAT 16 LOOKS LIKE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjolBkonI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NwAfgYyQDtk/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817513180734066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjolBkonI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NwAfgYyQDtk/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAYBE, SHE DOESN'T THINK I AM SO WICKED! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjoFGgz0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5A5IkO2Cn-Y/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817504611520322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjoFGgz0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/5A5IkO2Cn-Y/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DALE GIVING KERRY THE KEYS TO NANNY'S CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjnhYAdFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0R8nx0ITZKI/s1600-h/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817495021220946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjnhYAdFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0R8nx0ITZKI/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IF A BOY ASKS YOU OUT, THIS IS WHAT I AM GOING TO DO TO HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjnDie5mI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fe51X93Q34I/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817487012095586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjnDie5mI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fe51X93Q34I/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE BIRTHDAY GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjm8-j9dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Nm_K940i35w/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264817485250819538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBjm8-j9dI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Nm_K940i35w/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LET THE PARTY BEGIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfxNOUVgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RjonV3VOOQ4/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813263364052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfxNOUVgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RjonV3VOOQ4/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE GANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfw46Dz2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ulToX7sh3fk/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813257910374242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfw46Dz2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ulToX7sh3fk/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE CAKE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfwX4CtcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ohav4FCOido/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813249043543490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfwX4CtcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ohav4FCOido/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TREATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfv089iyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RYP5iIQWKSM/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813239668935458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfv089iyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RYP5iIQWKSM/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WICKED STEP-MOM&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfvsvHpmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b2aEGbDwH2Q/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264813237463393890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBfvsvHpmI/AAAAAAAAAOg/b2aEGbDwH2Q/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PARTY FAVS&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-8035120151089703313?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8035120151089703313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8035120151089703313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8035120151089703313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8035120151089703313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-16-party.html' title='SWEET 16 PARTY'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SRBkuX66O6I/AAAAAAAAAPw/oj0LkZO4isM/s72-c/DSC00052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5249831841745600735</id><published>2008-11-04T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:36:52.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRAY'/><title type='text'>Judgement &amp; Serving</title><content type='html'>What the Lord Is Saying Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 4, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;.  Someone close to you is returning to destructive personal habits. They did so well in overcoming. They have received much acclaim for their accomplishment. After all the praise and affirmation is over, the same habits have returned. It has bothered you. But what you have not done is to pray for the person. Now that you have this judgment of them uncovered, repent and begin praying and watch Me work. My judgment is different than yours. Mine is founded in mercy and grace to continue allowing the person to make their own choices while also revealing a better way through seeking to lead them by the Holy Spirit. Prayer makes all the difference. &lt;em&gt;Romans 2:1 “Therefore you have no excuse, everyone of you who passes judgment, for in that which you judge another, you condemn yourself; for you who judge practice the same things.”     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;November 4, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;  I was raised in a family that did not serve the Lord. When I found the love of Jesus as a teen ager, I decided at that time to choose a husband who loved and served the Lord. I have never been sorry for that choice, and now my whole family serves the Lord. We are in Peru today with our granddaughter who is a young missionary here. The Lord says, “I have called you to make some important right choices ahead of time. Do not wait for the pressure of the moment to choose which way is right. I have good things ahead planned for you in your right choices.” &lt;em&gt;Joshua 24:15 “but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-5249831841745600735?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5249831841745600735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5249831841745600735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5249831841745600735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5249831841745600735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/judgement-serving.html' title='Judgement &amp; Serving'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8512105642529615774</id><published>2008-10-28T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:39:23.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD&apos;S WORD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>10/28/08'S BLESSING</title><content type='html'>What the Lord Is Saying Today&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 2008.  There is someone whom you need to love. By your standards, they do not deserve the love you know is required from you. You are wondering about the next step. Could I just share My heart with you for a moment. My love is unlimited and without boundaries. This is a love worth having. It is imperishable and unspeakable. Share it and give it in outlandish generosity. To share My love is to share Me because I am love. It is the core of My being. Therefore when you share My love, you are actually sharing Me. Humble yourself and grab hold of My grace within. Open the great river of life and love you hold inside. Let it gush forth and flood your situation. John 3:16-17. “God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son to die on the cross for our sins so that judgment would not come to those who believe and they would inherit eternal life. He did not come into the world to judge the world but that through His death on the cross believers would be spared.” &lt;br /&gt; October 28, 2008.  There will be an unexpected contact. Someone is coming on the scene you do not know. Don’t dismiss this. I have sent them your way. You won’t know why they are there until later. You can make the decision whether or not they will stay. It will be evident as you go along if they are to remain. The reason for this is to teach you to walk in wisdom. If you seek Me with a willing heart, to obey at every juncture, I will show you what to do. Do not rely on your own understanding, because there are things good and bad revealed. Trust in Me in this adventure.Psalms 37:5-6 “Commit your way to the LORD, Trust also in Him, and He will do it. He will bring forth your righteousness as the light and your judgment as the noonday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-8512105642529615774?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8512105642529615774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8512105642529615774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8512105642529615774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8512105642529615774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/102808s-blessing.html' title='10/28/08&apos;S BLESSING'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8106064525374926355</id><published>2008-10-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:31:33.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SICK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD&apos;S WORD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BUEDENS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHINE'/><title type='text'>TODAY'S BLESSING</title><content type='html'>October 21, 2008.  My hand is upon you in good times and bad, in fires and floods. Your tenacity and endurance have caught My attention. In difficult times you have consistently continued to the finish line. When sickness has come for a visit, you cling to healing until the victory. Many times you could have whined like others but instead you found a way in your heart to give Me thanks while believing for the best. In the end, over and over again, you have prevailed over your enemies because you truly believe they are also My enemies and that I will prevail over them. This too has blessed Me to see you, My child, be the overcomer of each assault. Now you face the biggest battle of all. You will prevail! Isaiah 43:2 “When you go through the sea, I am with you. When you go through rivers, they will not sweep you away. When you walk through fire, you will not be burned, and the flames will not harm you.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 21, 2008.  You have been carrying concerns on your shoulders that you need to be sharing with someone else. You have wondered if they will understand what you have been going through. I know you understand not to tell everyone, but you need to tell someone. Tell the one whom you know prays. This is the one who will not take up an offense with those you are having a hard time with. This is the one who can give you good counsel, and will take part of the burden off your shoulders, so it will be easier to carry. It is tolerable to have the burden, but better to have it shared. Galatians 6:2 “Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-8106064525374926355?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8106064525374926355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8106064525374926355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8106064525374926355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8106064525374926355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-blessing.html' title='TODAY&apos;S BLESSING'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3416401587955680961</id><published>2008-10-17T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:43:46.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>HOOKEY</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, Kerry and I played Hookey. I took her to the OBGYN to get more meds and then we picked out her birthday cake at Publix's. We later went to Goodwill to shop for her Halloween costume. She stared sout wanting to be a vampress, then a snake and finally a witch. Hopefully she will stick with witch. I also got Kelly 3 pairs of really nice jeans. We at lunch at The Chocolate Covered Strawberry. OMG.... It was so good and filling. If you are ever in Gallatin, you need to eat at The Chocolate Covered Strawberry. It's a sweet little tea room like atmosphere that has the best sandwhiches and desserts. You need to go!&lt;br /&gt;We also went by my work so she could meet everyone. We then went to Dollar General to get candy for her party favorites. They are boxes with her inital and filled with candy. I am getting excited about her party. I hope we have a good turnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-3416401587955680961?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3416401587955680961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3416401587955680961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3416401587955680961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3416401587955680961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/hookey.html' title='HOOKEY'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2270872569137249268</id><published>2008-10-09T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:34:42.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANXIETY'/><title type='text'>THIS WAS REALLY SPEAKING TO ME.... EVERYDAY THIS SPEAKS TO ME</title><content type='html'>October 9, 2008.  You have many things happening in your life personally, and also in the world around you, that are causing anxiety. I too had many things designed and thrown at Me to trouble Me while living on earth. We both have the devil as a thief, and he wants to kill, steal and destroy anything that would give peace, love and joy. I called on My Father for help in overcoming these anxious events. I trusted Him step by step, and moment by moment, and by this I overcame. And you can overcome too, in the same way that I did. Our Father wants to give you life, even life in abundance. John 10:10 (AMP) The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-2270872569137249268?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2270872569137249268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2270872569137249268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2270872569137249268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2270872569137249268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-was-really-speaking-to-me-everyday.html' title='THIS WAS REALLY SPEAKING TO ME.... EVERYDAY THIS SPEAKS TO ME'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-673382389156326749</id><published>2008-10-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:25:11.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DREAMING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honor roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>DREAMS...WHAT DO THEY MEAN?</title><content type='html'>Last night I had the weirdest dream...&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that Kelly had cheated on me and gotten his lover pregnant. I dreamt that she (Carolina) had come to me to tell me that she loved Kelly and he loved her and they we having a baby together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, 1st off, I know that Kelly would never cheat on me, so what the crap did I dream that for? I also dreamt that Kelly and I never got married. That we were only living together but were in process of adopting. We just waiting on the baby to be born. Freaky! So, any way, Carolina told me that kelly was going to marry her.I laughed and said Honey, we've been together for 6 years and never married, what makes you think he will marry you? then Kelly came to me and asked me to allow Carolina and the baby to live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a freak!I am not sharing my man with nobody! The dream really freaked me out! When I woke up I had to tell Kelly about it. Of course he got a kick out of it, but it still had me rattled. Why, I don't know? Just wanted to share with ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note: Kerry got on the A/B homor roll! Her name will be in the paper! We are sooo proud of her as she is with herself. That is so awesome! Way to Kerry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-673382389156326749?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/673382389156326749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=673382389156326749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/673382389156326749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/673382389156326749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreamswhat-do-they-mean.html' title='DREAMS...WHAT DO THEY MEAN?'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6306509990211959935</id><published>2008-10-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:24:14.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR MY UNCLE JOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ODE TO UNCLE JOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU CAME INTO THIS WORLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS A SON AND BROTHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN BECAME A HUSBAND,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FATHER, GRANDFATHER AND FREIND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO ME TH GREATEST ROLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU TOOK ON WAS OF "UNCLE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS A CHILD I WAS IN AWE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OF YOUR STATURE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS A TEEN I ADMIRED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOUR TALENTS ADN LOVE OF BOOKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS AN ADULT I WAS CHARMED &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BY YOUR HUMOR AND LOVE OF FAMILY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AS TIME TOOK YUOR MEMORY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOUR LOVE WAS STILL THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVEN IN YOUR LAST DAYS, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KNEW YOU STILL KNEW ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANK YOU UNCLE JOE FOR YOUR LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND OUR MEMORIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9/26/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6306509990211959935?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6306509990211959935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6306509990211959935' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='Death'/><title type='text'>For Everything there is a season</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday the Blackwell family had to say good-bye to the rock of our family. Nanny passed away Thursday Sept. 25th at 11:30 pm. It was a peaceful death. We were visible shaken, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.  My ally was gone. Who would put people in their place and tell them to mind their own business? You know I can't do it. It's not my place unless it directly invloves my direct family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday moring at 10:25 am my Uncle Joe stopped fighting. Alheimiers had taken his life. I was with him at the time. The nurses at the nursing home were there to comfort me. Or at least they tried. There was realy no comforting someone when they have watch two people that they cherised so dearly, take their last breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly what I did with both of them. I can't really it explain how it feels. I felt God's hand on both ocassions. It wasn't feeling his hands taking their lives, it was his hand's that were comforting me. There was peace. The only reason I was crying was because I was sad to see my loved ones leave for their heavenly homes.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am a strong person, but only surely by the grace of God. I now know my purpose in life, at least one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-7245730211404713541?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7245730211404713541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7245730211404713541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7245730211404713541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7245730211404713541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-everything-there-is-season.html' title='For Everything there is a season'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-749632928392443368</id><published>2008-09-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:46:42.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>For my family...</title><content type='html'>~DEATH~ WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT..&lt;br /&gt;A sick man turned to his doctor as he was preparing to Leave the examination room and said, 'Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.' Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know.' 'You don't know? You, a Christian man, Do not know what is on the other side?' The doctor was holding the handle of the door; On the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, And as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room And leaped on him with an eager show of gladness. Turning to the patient, the doctor said, 'Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, And when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know l ittle of what is on the other side of death, But I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough.'&lt;br /&gt;May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly Where you are meant to be. I believe that friends are quiet angels Who lift us to our feet when our wings Have trouble remembering how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-749632928392443368?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/749632928392443368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=749632928392443368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/749632928392443368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/749632928392443368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-my-family.html' title='For my family...'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2358186879728431812</id><published>2008-09-24T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:59:08.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blade'/><title type='text'>Sharpen your blade!</title><content type='html'>What the Lord Is Saying Today&lt;br /&gt;September 24, 2008.  Keep your blade sharp.  You will save yourself much effort and time by doing so.  Only a negligent hand and a dull mind would allow a dull blade to continue.  I say unto you, you have done well to keep your blade sharp through the study of My word and the seeking daily of My wisdom.  The devil, your mortal enemy, is constantly seeking ways to outwit and compromise you.  Never let him get the upper hand.  In My word is all you need to know about the enemy and how to defeat him.  I say unto you visit your sharpening block or strap often.  Enjoy the art and skill of keeping the finest edge possible.  I have now instructed you.Ecclesiastes 10:10 “Since a dull ax requires great strength, &lt;a name="19595x8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sharpen the blade. That's the value of wisdom; it helps you succeed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; September 24, 2008. There are many things which have concerned you.  You and I know some are really bad.  I know about them all.  Nothing has come that I have not allowed.  I am sovereign, but I did not cause them.  We both have an enemy and he brings destruction and separation.  You have responded in a good way.  You are praying and rolling all these things over on Me.  I am the One who lifts the burden.  I am the one who brings conviction and restoration.  You are praying and trusting Me, and this is the right way.  These are not for you to handle.  I turn bad things into good things.Romans 8:28-29 “That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. God knew what he was doing from the very beginning. He decided from the outset to shape the lives of those who love him along the same lines as the life of his Son.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-2358186879728431812?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2358186879728431812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2358186879728431812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2358186879728431812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2358186879728431812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/sharpen-your-blade.html' title='Sharpen your blade!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3341450959825499755</id><published>2008-09-23T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:01:20.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLESSING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PROBLEMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LEAD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HANDLE'/><title type='text'>BLESSING FOR THE DAY</title><content type='html'>A Fellow Co-worker sends these to me everyday. What a blessing it has been. I sometimes feel like these are written for me. I hope you are blessed today by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Lord Is Saying Today &lt;br /&gt;September 23, 2008.  Move out.  Do not get frozen in indecision and double mindedness.  You know by now that you will receive nothing from this mindset.  But if you hear the Lord clearly and lift up your banner, it will become your standard.  Think of it.  What have I taught you that you have adopted as a family standard or banner.  Have you not declared that God has given you and your family a new day and a new spiritual address?  Have you not in fact walked away from some former hindrances?  You have a new banner and a new standard.  You are part of My mighty army in the earth.  Angels have been assigned to carry out My word spoken in faith from the lips of believers.  Now move out.Numbers 2:17 “Then the Levites will set out from the middle of the camp with the Tabernacle. All the tribes are to travel in the same order that they camp, each in position under the appropriate family banner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is something you are continuing to ask Me how to handle.  You are doing well because the problem has not been completely solved.  There are several times you have been tempted to speak up.  But you didn’t.  It would have been the wrong time, so you are doing the right thing.  I know you don’t want to act in the flesh.  You want to follow Me. You are not sure you are hearing Me, but you are.  Continue to wait on Me.  Don’t jump ahead.  I know this is hard but keep asking and keep following Me.  I will bring a good resolution to the problem.  Trust and watch Me. Psalms 37:3-4 “Trust in the Lord and do good; Dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness. Delight yourself in the Lord;  And He will give you the desires of your heart.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-3341450959825499755?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3341450959825499755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3341450959825499755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3341450959825499755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3341450959825499755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/blessing-for-day.html' title='BLESSING FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7814402380334500419</id><published>2008-09-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:01:48.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotator cuff'/><title type='text'>WHAT NOW?</title><content type='html'>Today I went back to see Dr. B about my foot. I am still having problems and he said it's just because I tore so many ligaments and tendons, it's just gonna take time to heal. I can continue to do the stretching that I have been doing. I told him that since I was there I needed him to look at my shoulder. Diagnosis: Bad Rotator Cuff. Treatment-Shot and wait 2 weeks. If not better come back in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;What the crap is gonna happen next? I am falling apart! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-7814402380334500419?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7814402380334500419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7814402380334500419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7814402380334500419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7814402380334500419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-now.html' title='WHAT NOW?'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1183535491349058360</id><published>2008-09-18T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:06:41.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER DAY</title><content type='html'>The homefront is going smoothly. SD is doing the chores without issues. YEAH! We have not had drama in two weeks! Double Yeah! Big Daddy confronted about the cell, SD states it's just for looks. Let's hope so. SD did have a boy to ask her to be his girlfriend, she said no. I asked why? Boy is not for her she says. OK, what ever floats your boat.&lt;br /&gt;I do wish she would get a boyfriend, because she wants one so bad. Sd did tell Big Daddy she wanted to be in the FFA. I asked don't you have to be in Ag classes? SD said she didn't know. We both said that it was ok to join FFA. Both Big Daddy and I were in FFA. We would like for her to get active in school activties. I think I was in every club you could be in. OF course, I was a social butterfly. SD is still a caterpillar. She will one day turn into a beautiful butterfly, I just feel. Right now, she is a beautiful caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;She is a good kid, she just has bad influnces. I don't know what it feels like to be a follower. I have always been a leader and had my own thoughts and acted on those. Noone ever told how to feel and act. My Mom showed me how to follow my heart. She was always there to make sure I didn't screw up, of course my head was always in the right and was terrified to do wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a people pleaser. I always wanted to do good in school. I always wanted people including my parents to be proud of all of my acomplishments. That's why I never go into a lot of trouble and have a hard time understanding why SD gets into so much trouble by allowing others to influnce her.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-1183535491349058360?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1183535491349058360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1183535491349058360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1183535491349058360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1183535491349058360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-day.html' title='JUST ANOTHER DAY'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7554736160096141733</id><published>2008-09-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:33:54.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9-11'/><title type='text'>9-11-01</title><content type='html'>Do you remember what you where doing that tragic day? You remember how you felt? I do and still do. I was at work and the guy I was dating at the time called me and told me what had happened. The company I was working for at the time had the corp. office in NY so we were on the phone trying to find out what was happening. Of course we couldn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; to anyone. No phones, faxes or email. Our Mgr. went home and brought back a TV so we could watch everything enfold. Tragedy... All around. We all sat around with tears in our eyes and prayers in our hearts. Those poor people and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That night I went to church and prayed with everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we continue to be affected by what happened that day because I have a cousin who is going to Iraq to be a Civil Firefighter. Please pray for all of the people overseas who fighting for some reason, be it fires or freedom. They all are there for our FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7554736160096141733?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7554736160096141733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7554736160096141733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7554736160096141733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7554736160096141733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-11-01.html' title='9-11-01'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2131960751942125954</id><published>2008-09-04T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:41:27.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evil step-mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stealing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy ED'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><title type='text'>My Step-Daughter Hates ME.... Then She loves me...</title><content type='html'>I am soooo sick of the drama that comes along with having a step-daughter and an ED. The ED wrote step-daughter a letter with DCS's phone number and the police phone number on it and said to call her before she called either one and she and ED's husband will come and save her. Save her from what? LOVE, Stability, Happiness? I hate when she spends more than 2 days with ED because ED puts crazy crap in her head. I knew something was up when she came home on Monday because she was acting all sad and depressed. She said nothing... I knew something was wrong. Man, my gut is always on the money when it comes to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED has told Step-daughter that I am the reason that she and hubby got divorced. Yea, not!!! I was living with a wack-a-do myself at the time, trying to marry his crazy butt. Ed was ceating on hubby, no the other way around. ED apparently has told her all kinds of crazy crap, because she blirted out that she hates me and has never liked me. (WHAT?) (head starts spinning around)&lt;br /&gt;I told her she sure has carried out a lie for 5 years, that scared me that she could lie that good for so long. I told her I felt betrayed and how could she carry a lie like that for so long? No kidding ya'll she took the attitude in her voice and looked me dead in the eyes like she was possesed and said " I keep my friends close and my enemies closer" I had to laugh... I never thought of myself as her emeny. ED's maybe but not hers. She also said she hated me because I tried to be her Mom. I said, No, I am trying to be a Mother figure to her. Her ED is unable to act as a mother mentally, physically and emotionally, and that I felt that she needed someone to show her what a real mother and woman really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I advised her that everything I have done for was out of love not pity. But, from now on, there would be no more chores, allowance and extra fun for her out of me. I would continue to take her to church 'cause Lord knows she needs it. I feel like she has the devil deep in her! I am not even playing around. This kid is not grateful for anything her Dad and I have done for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is all the time stealing and lying to us and I have had enough. I will continue being nice to her but any extras are out! I am sick and tired of this! Of course hubby took up for her, even when she was saying all the terrible stuff about me. How dare he. Yes, that is his daughter, but I am his wife. He knows she is wrong and told her so, but never took my side... He did tell her that he too felt betrayed because before we even got married we asked on numerous occasions if she like me and if she didn't we wouldn't get married. Her answer to that was... I wanted my Daddy to be happy and you make him happy... Well, guess what little girl... Ain't nobody happy right now except your ED because she knows that she has screwed with us once again... Please leave us the heck along... Miserable people suck... She is not happy in her marriage so she is trying to screw around with ours. I wish she would leave us along... All 3 of us... This woman is such a wack-a-do... She should be locked up! Somewhere where she can't have any contact with any of us... Yes, I now that is harsh but, that is how I feel. I really feel worse things than that but I don't want ya'll to know how messed up she has made me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sit still because I was so upset so I started doing laundry and cleaning and Hubby spoke to step-daughter alone. The next thing I know is, she is coming in the kitchen asking to speak to me... Being the B*tch I am suppose to be, I told her I really didn't want to hear anything else. She had said enough. She said that she really didn't mean that she hated me and that she does love me and loves that I am trying to help her have a good childhood. Yeah right... She only said that because she knows, that is what hubby wanted to hear. I told her that at this time, I still feel like she is lying because she knows that it will get her out of trouble with her Dad. Not me...I know how she is, what a liar she is. I can not trust her anymore and, I will treat her like she is a guest in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she rode the bus because I feel that me taking her to school is a privilage (sp?) and apparently she doesn't like those. So hate it for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please pray that God will touch step-daughter's heart and let her know that I am not the evil step-mom that Ed has protrayed(sp?) me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hate me go ahead... If you were there then you would be ok to feel the way I do. If you haven't experienced it... Don't Judge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out from the Not So Evil Step-Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-2131960751942125954?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2131960751942125954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2131960751942125954' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2131960751942125954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2131960751942125954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-step-daughter-hates-me-then-she.html' title='My Step-Daughter Hates ME.... Then She loves me...'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8303630489161423282</id><published>2008-09-02T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:13:38.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>AND BABY MAKES 4....</title><content type='html'>This weekend Kelly and I have to decided to begin the adoption process.Yeah!!! We are going to start looking at which agency will be the best fit for us. We would like to go thru a christian agency. There is an agency thru the Methodist church that I am interested in. We have to pay $200.00 for apllication fee, then have an interview, then a home study and then wait for the birth mother to choose us. I would love to have this process to run smoothly. The money is another thing we are worried about. I know that the adoption fee is based on your income. How I wished that I had rich Uncle somewhere! HA...&lt;br /&gt;I have read blogs that have a paypal for people to donate funds for adoption. Is this a route I want to take? Begging people (strangers) to help out with our adoption? Yes, I want a baby! I think I am going to pray and wait for God to lead us in the direction he wants us to take.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend. We stayed super busy! Staurday we helped Kelly's namesake Kelly Dianne celebrate her 13th birthday. Today is her actual birthday. Happy Birthday sweet Kelly Dianne! Sunday, was the Blackwell, Ford, Ray family renuion. It was super hot! We only stayed for about 2 hours because it was at the city park and felt like 300 degrees outside! Sunday night we went to Kelly's friend's Scooter's house. I met his new girlfriend Chelle. Not new to him but to me and Kelly. She was nice, we had a great time. We watched a Cat Williams DVD and laughed our butts off! We didn't get home until 2:30 am. I was back up at 8:00 am so, all day yesterday, I laid around!&lt;br /&gt;I was lazy on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that our adoption process is quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-8303630489161423282?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8303630489161423282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8303630489161423282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8303630489161423282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8303630489161423282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-baby-makes-4.html' title='AND BABY MAKES 4....'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8085189617838119688</id><published>2008-08-28T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:44:51.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Boy meets girl... 20 years ago</title><content type='html'>August 28, 1988, Kelly and I had our 1st offical date. After the football game that is. Kelly was a sophmore and I was a senior. Yep. I am 2 years older, even though he looks older... I worked in the concession stand that night. I had quit the band that year, I was sick of twirling. I have always been one of those people who has done things because people told me I couldn't because of my size. I wasn't the only "Big" girl twirling during my baton days, but I was the oldest.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kelly was playing football and I was doing everything I could to watch while working the concession stand. I can't rememeber who we played that night but I do remember us winning! I was standing at the end of the field after the game and he gave me a sweaty hug! It was nasty but so sweet at the time. Sometimes I wish we could back to those sweet inoccent all in love days!&lt;br /&gt;Young love is so great!&lt;br /&gt;After The game we went to eat then riding around town. I took him home and then went home. I remember thinking at the time, I really like this boy but I wasn't ready to fall in love. It was my SR. year and all I wanted to do is study and hang out with my friends and have the time of my life! I did all of that with someone I was head over heels in love with and had the time of my life!&lt;br /&gt;I loved being in love and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;Here we are 20 years later, married for 4 years and still madly in love with each other. Of course our love has matured but we still love each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-8085189617838119688?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8085189617838119688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8085189617838119688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8085189617838119688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8085189617838119688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/bot-met-girl-20-years-ago.html' title='Boy meets girl... 20 years ago'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6111569472831931484</id><published>2008-08-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:03:29.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMW Fashion Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday 8/23/08, The Hartsville UMW held a fall fashion show with clothing provided by pebbles in Lebanon. Now, if you are a plus size girl. Don't expect to much. Especillay if you are over a size 20. Sorry, I had to vent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVWqpx9iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/P5pu1Fb7nCo/s1600-h/JOHN+OLIVER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257958154630690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVWqpx9iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/P5pu1Fb7nCo/s320/JOHN+OLIVER.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVW70tPWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d_MPIQDEHxc/s1600-h/TINKER+GARRETT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257962763861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVW70tPWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d_MPIQDEHxc/s320/TINKER+GARRETT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tinker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVXRfvBqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W39ZOrYHv7k/s1600-h/HUMWFASHION+SHOW2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257968581478050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVXRfvBqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W39ZOrYHv7k/s320/HUMWFASHION+SHOW2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUt3xtG2I/AAAAAAAAANg/R0drI5O2hPM/s1600-h/KERRY+BLACKWELL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257257302891362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUt3xtG2I/AAAAAAAAANg/R0drI5O2hPM/s320/KERRY+BLACKWELL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kerry, doesn't she look like she should be doing this professionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUuZPynbI/AAAAAAAAANo/nrGAX3NLpY0/s1600-h/KATIE+KELLEY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257266287451570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUuZPynbI/AAAAAAAAANo/nrGAX3NLpY0/s320/KATIE+KELLEY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUuiEWX6I/AAAAAAAAANw/G8sT4U1Af4g/s1600-h/WHITNEY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257268655382434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUuiEWX6I/AAAAAAAAANw/G8sT4U1Af4g/s320/WHITNEY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUuw3_D2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4rDIiYPtT6Q/s1600-h/KYLER+&amp;amp;+KATIE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239257272630054754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWUuw3_D2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4rDIiYPtT6Q/s320/KYLER+%26+KATIE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie &amp;amp; Kyler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTkGCJovI/AAAAAAAAANA/jTzMNxxQLUg/s1600-h/BETH+CRABTREE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239255989819646706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTkGCJovI/AAAAAAAAANA/jTzMNxxQLUg/s320/BETH+CRABTREE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTlh62cXI/AAAAAAAAANI/NT3CdAGAgIk/s1600-h/DON+VOSS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239256014485090674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTlh62cXI/AAAAAAAAANI/NT3CdAGAgIk/s320/DON+VOSS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don, he was having WAY too much FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTmaGUhnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/N_1ALlyVIWE/s1600-h/GETTING+READY+TO+STRUT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239256029565585010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTmaGUhnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/N_1ALlyVIWE/s320/GETTING+READY+TO+STRUT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the beautiful models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTm3Lnt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CaJC_W0m6pk/s1600-h/KERRY+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239256037372442578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWTm3Lnt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/CaJC_W0m6pk/s320/KERRY+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's my pretty girl again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6111569472831931484?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6111569472831931484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6111569472831931484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6111569472831931484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6111569472831931484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/humw-fashion-show.html' title='HUMW Fashion Show'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SLWVWqpx9iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/P5pu1Fb7nCo/s72-c/JOHN+OLIVER.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-146147190505763229</id><published>2008-08-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:09:15.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tai Chi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black belt graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate'/><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Today, I am starting back my Martial Arts training! I can't wait. Today is Tai Chi. Last weekend was our Extravaganza. It was so awesome even if I didn't perform. I was stage manager. i hope I did a good job. At least BJK Sandy wasn't crying when I left. She usually is from All the stress. We had a great bunch of people getting their 1st degree black belts. I was so proud.&lt;br /&gt;A few people dear to me got their belts, Tim, Mitch and Alan B.! WTG guys! I am so proud of ya'll. Alan's daughter put his belt on him and I starting bawling! Ya'll know I am tender hearted anyway. I can't wait to get mine!&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing my brace so, hopefully everything will go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was also the fashion show. As soon I get the picture uploaded I will post them. Kerry looked so pretty. Her ED, and ED's mom came. Kelly even showed up!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry so short, busy, busy! More later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-146147190505763229?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/146147190505763229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=146147190505763229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/146147190505763229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/146147190505763229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3587257468334642275</id><published>2008-08-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:39:56.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRIANGLE HOLD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLENDED FAMILY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BIO-MOM'/><title type='text'>LET IT GO</title><content type='html'>Saturday Kerry received a letter from her Mom. Good for you April for writting your daughter a letter, I thought, till Kerry told me the jest of the letter. We also got some of April's mail. Made out to her last name when she was married to MY husband and to an address she hasn't lived at for at least 8 years. Is she dodging bills? Doesn't she know it doesn't matter what address bills go to, you are still resonsible. Responsible? Oh yeah, that is a word that isn't in her vocabulary very often. Sorry... It's true...Anyway, I guess the letter carrier messed up. So Kerry says the letter was strange and she'd better call her Mom to make sure everything was OK.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Kerry what the letter said(trying not be be too nosey).She said that it said something about her Mom knowing where she messed up in raising Kerry, by tring to be her best friend instead of her Mom. Kerry looks at me and said, I know...., I know...&lt;br /&gt;She then said, she really didn't understand what her Mom was trying to say. I asked if she needed me to read it and try to explain it. She said, "No. I just put it up 'cause I didn't want to get mad. She is just being silly."&lt;br /&gt;She called her Mom and then Bubba came to pick up her mail. I haven't seen April since she called Kelly to tell him she was taking him to court to get full custody of Kerry again.I guess she is scared to face us.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Kerry and I went to the Outlet Mall and did some shopping. We had a really good time. We went out to eat and she brought up the letter again. The letter must have really put a strain on her 'cause she said that she knew that it hurt her Mom for her to live with us but, she knew herself that she was in a better place. That she didn't like for her Mom to say that Kerry really needed to be with her instead of us. I told Kerry that her Mom just misses her and at those times she is being selfish to make Kerry feel guilty about having fun at our house. I told Kerry that she needed to look out for herself and to enjoy what little time she had being a kid, becasue she was going to have to actually grow up sooner than she really wants to. I mean, come on, let it go... You don't work. You are sick adn not able to take care of yourself much less a teenager. Your husband doesn't have a legal paying job. (you know what I mean). How in the crap are you going to raise a teenager that is always wanting to go. That takes money, you now something you don't have 'cause you don't have a J O B... When crap like that ahppens, it makes me want to take that crazy ED and put her in a triangle hold! Just let her pass out... Let her know she is messing with the wrong person. Wait.. She knows that because that is why she hasn't been around for the last 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for teh ranting but I gots to Let it GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-3587257468334642275?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3587257468334642275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3587257468334642275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3587257468334642275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3587257468334642275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-it-go.html' title='LET IT GO'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2637924657827231437</id><published>2008-08-14T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:56:03.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antihistamine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Peppers'/><title type='text'>Burning Love... No Hands</title><content type='html'>OK, People... If you never learn anything from me, this is one thing that that you need to learn... Never, ever, ever cut hot peppers with-out gloves on! Yes, I have read time and time again and even heard it from Rachel Ray, to never cut hot peppers with-out gloves on. Sunday afternoon Kelly, Kerry and I went to Momma and Daddy’s so Kelly could feed their goats. We got some peppers so the plants would continue to produce. After we got back home Kerry and I started supper. As I was cooking, I decided to cut up some of the peppers to freeze. I LOVE stuffed jalapeños so I cut some up and some cayenne peppers, with-out gloves on mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 8:00 pm, my hands started burning. Now during the cutting up of peppers, I was continually washing my hands because in the back of my mind I knew that I should have had gloves on. The burning began to intensify as we were eating supper, so much that I couldn’t eat. Ok, those that know me… Me not eating, something WAS seriously WRONG! I washed my hands in Lemon juice and applied Aloe Vera gel. Didn’t work...&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried bleach... Didn’t work... Ok, now my hands are seriously burning... I can’t even wash dishes... The hot water felt like I was in a hot water bottle and the cold felt like hot... Ok, now try the Ketchup... Per Kerry… Didn’t work... By this time, Kelly had gone coon hunting with Edward. Seems like when I need Kelly to be around, he’s off hunting... He is gone at the most inopportune times. That’s Kelly... Ha, nothing against my beloved, please don’t think that, it is something that happens every now and then. I am still tender about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry and I fill a bowl with ice and water. Carol calls and says that the EMS said to wash my hands (I have thank you), apply Aloe Vera gel (I have Thanks) and yogurt or cottage cheese. Well, I have ricotta cheese. So I used it instead. Yep, you guessed it! It didn’t work! Next I tried milk, nope. In between trying some things, I still was soaking in ice water. Kerry put wet wash clothes in the freezer, they soothed a tad bit. I broke down and called the ER. I didn’t give my name and called on my cell. I live in a VERY small town, have lived here all my life and really didn’t want anyone to know what a BIG idiot I am. The ER nurse was very sweet and not at all condescending, I am sure I would have been laughing my tail off...  Then ER Nurse advised me to soak my hands in white vinegar and take an antihistamine.  Yea, that didn’t work either. I did keep popping the antihistamines hoping it would knock me out. So Kerry &amp; I tried everything in the fridge. I tried salt water, brown paper bag soaked in vinegar, milk, milk with salt, buttermilk, honey, dog shampoo, you name it, I am sure I tried it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the ER Nurse back around 10:30 pm, at this time I was literally in tears! I told her that the vinegar didn’t work, she advised me to call Poison Control and if they suggested to come into the ER to come. Now, going to the ER was not really something I wanted to do at 1st. But at this point I could have cared less who knew I was an idiot! I called poison control- now that lady was a tad bit sarcastic... Do I really blame her? Yes, at that point and time I did. Now? Heck NO. I hope she told everyone she knows! The snotty P.C. woman told me to try Mylanta and time. I tried to stress how extreme the pain was, did she care? NO! She said that the oil takes time to wear off and I would just have to give it time. TIME? Lady, my hands feel like they are going to burst into flames any minute now….. Ok, I did not say that to her but I wanted to! The P.C. lady asked my how old I was, I still had a little bit of humor in me and said “Old enough to know better”. We both laughed and she said, I won’t tell… 38 I tell her and thinking to myself, heck yea she is gonna be laughing about this one… Then she asked my zip code, I guess they have to have your age and zip for their records. Thank goodness she didn’t ask me for my name, I would have made up something! Ya’ll, I am an educated woman, feeling like the biggest stinking fool in the world. The Mylanta seemed to help at little and I do mean a little. By this time it was 11:00 pm and Kerry had to go to school. I sent her to bed and wallowed in self pity. Kelly finally came home around 11:30 pm with a 10 lb bag of ice. I loved ice at that moment. Frozen water = my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly stayed up with me till 1:00 am. He had to get some sleep; he had to go to work. I could, at least take a vacation day. Before he went to bed, He got me to try diaper rash cream… That didn’t work. He got the calamine lotion out too for me to try. I did eventually try that too, you guessed it. Nope! No work. By 5:00am I remembered I had some lye soap. I washed my hands at least 10 times in that stuff. I figured if it helped with sketter bites, it would do something. By 5:30 am, the burning had eased up enough that I could wrap the frozen wash clothes around my hands and go to sleep. Now, I am not sure if it was the lye soap or time but, it finally eased up. Oh, sleep, such a wonderful word. I had been up 24 hrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my sleep… I like having non-burning hands even better. I was going to take Kerry to school and her 1st day of being a sophomore. Couldn’t, knock out cold. I did at least kiss her good-bye and wish her luck. What kind of Mom am I? I was a drugged up on antihistamines and no sleep Mom, that is what I was! I slept all day! I got up right before Kerry got home from school and was back in bed at 8:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;So, for everyone reading… ALWAYS, no matter what, wear gloves when cutting up HOT peppers or you will suffer the same way I did! BEWARE, the pepper oil is EVIL. It’s all funny now but not then and I am still feeling a little bitter towards peppers especially Hot peppers! It even huts to pick my fingers to check my blood sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-2637924657827231437?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2637924657827231437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2637924657827231437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2637924657827231437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2637924657827231437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/burning-love-no-hands.html' title='Burning Love... No Hands'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5213013380257519236</id><published>2008-08-07T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:57:32.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Daddy came home yesterday. Momma was upset. They had a good night and the PT and Home Health nurse has been. Poor Momma. Daddy is not the best paitent. Yesterday, Dale was sent to SMR to critcal care. The Dr. thought he was having a heart attack. Turns that is not it. Don't yet what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my Daddy and Dale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5213013380257519236?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5213013380257519236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5213013380257519236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5213013380257519236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5213013380257519236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-173445602744155220</id><published>2008-08-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:38:05.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knee replacement surgery'/><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>Today my Daddy had knee replacement surgery. My Mom called to tell me everything is good. Kelly, Kerry and I will be going to the hospital tonight to visit him. Yesterday was his birthday. What a way to start out a new year in life.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my Daddy and Momma, they have a long road of recovery ahead of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-173445602744155220?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/173445602744155220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=173445602744155220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/173445602744155220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/173445602744155220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1424543462837120452</id><published>2008-08-04T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:35:25.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>This morning, my cousin Diana called me to tell me that her father-in-law Bill passed away this morning. Please pray for the Linville family as they deal with the loss of a loved one. He was a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Love-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-1424543462837120452?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1424543462837120452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1424543462837120452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1424543462837120452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1424543462837120452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-bye.html' title='Good-Bye'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3247448182341293364</id><published>2008-08-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:21:45.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6guFLTZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BKnQ9uOruxA/s1600-h/DSCI0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229658294851423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6guFLTZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BKnQ9uOruxA/s320/DSCI0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie &amp;amp; Mrs. Carol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6hLfjQvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zJkNgwLgaEA/s1600-h/DSCI0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229658302746673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6hLfjQvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zJkNgwLgaEA/s320/DSCI0908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6hr_vdpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/k4KeMS-a_c8/s1600-h/DSCI0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229658311471625874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6hr_vdpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/k4KeMS-a_c8/s320/DSCI0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working On the Stain Glass windows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6jg_8BAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NuOjJn5cfyQ/s1600-h/MASON+CHECKING+OUT+HIS+TEXTURES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229658342879396866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6jg_8BAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NuOjJn5cfyQ/s320/MASON+CHECKING+OUT+HIS+TEXTURES.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Willow&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6kVDsoHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AW_XOUcWsr8/s1600-h/DSCI0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229658356853809266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6kVDsoHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/AW_XOUcWsr8/s320/DSCI0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry and I had the 2 year olds. They were fun and busy. If hadn't had a cast on my foot I am sure I would have enjoyed it more. Next Year? We'll see. But aren't they the cutest little ones you have every see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" 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/2454599530105615654-3247448182341293364?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3247448182341293364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3247448182341293364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3247448182341293364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3247448182341293364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-bible-school.html' title='VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJN6guFLTZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BKnQ9uOruxA/s72-c/DSCI0903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-302045873895183885</id><published>2008-08-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:10:06.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fertility'/><title type='text'>The Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>Here recently I have been faced with the newness of life and the finalization of it.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite bible verses is: Ecclesiastes 3:1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. I know that God has a plan for everyone and I have stated this before, I wish that I could open my Bible and there would be God's plan written out for me to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't that easy. But neither is watching someone you have loved all of your life, deteriorate. Becoming someone that they wouldn't even recognize. This past week has shown me that God's hand is in everything, good and bad. I watched my sweet cousin become the woman she has always craved to be. A wife. At her wedding I watched her nephew and was in wonder at the newness of life in him. In awe of him looking at everyone at the wedding and trying to play quietly. Watching him at the reception, trying to figure out who everyone was. The amazement in his eyes at the lights and sounds that were all around. Sad that I would never have a child of my own flesh and blood to experience the firsts with. That was God's plan.... Something I truly don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been to the hospital to visit loved ones who are awaiting to go see their Lord and loved ones who have passed away. My cousin Diana and I were emailing each other back and forth all week because her father-in-law is on his death bed. I call him my Grandpa Bill, even though he really isn't. Anyway she made the comment that she hopes that everyone she loves truly does love the Lord and accepts Jesus as their Savior- not her words- I have paraphrased. She feels that some of the churches no longer tell us that we need to accept Jesus as our Savior to ensure that we all will go to Heaven. I then told her that is why were are to witness. I know that is one of the things God has planned for me. That one is pretty clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been visiting my Uncle Joe who has Alzheimer's and dementia, aren't they the same thing? Uncle Joe was always the one to work out in the yard, just staying busy. I can remember going to visit Uncle Joe and Aunt Jean in the summer and Uncle Joe would be mowing with a beer in his hand. He was a great griller. He loved to read. Western were is favorite. He still know who I am, he tells the nurses that I am his niece, but then he starts rambling about things that I have no clue about.&lt;br /&gt;I try to go along but then he'll ask me a question and I'll have no idea how to answer. I usually shrug my shoulders and say I don't know. So sad to see. He will be going into the nursing home today. Even sadder. I don't know if he knows Jesus. That isn't something we ever talked about. Worse.. Why wasn't that something we talked about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Everthing there is a season....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-302045873895183885?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/302045873895183885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=302045873895183885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/302045873895183885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/302045873895183885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/circle-of-life.html' title='The Circle of Life'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8202779088260719428</id><published>2008-08-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:28:28.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>I am all in it now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveing my new desgin. Thanks Ashley. If you want a pretty desgin like mine go to :&lt;br /&gt;http://greatgrabbiedesigns.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-8202779088260719428?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8202779088260719428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8202779088260719428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8202779088260719428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8202779088260719428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-all-in-it-now.html' title='I am all in it now!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7688812261913385856</id><published>2008-07-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:10:59.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Comes Love, 2nd comes Marriage....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday July 26,2008, my sweet cousin Wendy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarked&lt;/span&gt; on a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; in her life. She became Mrs. Brad Davis. Love Brad, he is just as sweet as Wendy. I am so glad she found a wonderful man to marry. Here they are taking a toast as Man and Wife.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjzz99ZeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qi5eKIxFMuQ/s1600-h/A+TOAST.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228859277895886306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjzz99ZeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qi5eKIxFMuQ/s320/A+TOAST.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjmKBs2QI/AAAAAAAAALI/C1yNdgKO8xE/s1600-h/DSCI0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chapel&lt;/span&gt; they were married in. The flowers on the alter are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt; of her grandpa Don (my uncle) and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt; Granny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Florence&lt;/span&gt; ( my Granny). Of course when we read in the program that they were in memory of them and then being distributed to local Hospice centers me and Momma cried. The tears did not end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the wedding was over. of course they were tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjXlDy1QI/AAAAAAAAALA/xed-ZrTrooo/s1600-h/FLOWERS+IN+MEMORY+OF+UNCLE+DON+&amp;amp;+GRANNY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228858792857490690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjXlDy1QI/AAAAAAAAALA/xed-ZrTrooo/s320/FLOWERS+IN+MEMORY+OF+UNCLE+DON+%26+GRANNY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to cut the cake. They were nice to each other. No smashing. Awe shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjChqqufI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X-fyN9-t9Fk/s1600-h/DSCI1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228858431169542642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjChqqufI/AAAAAAAAAK4/X-fyN9-t9Fk/s320/DSCI1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their name on the window where the reception was held. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCi0D0iNGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dOsN9-S1W5M/s1600-h/NAME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228858182639694946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCi0D0iNGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/dOsN9-S1W5M/s320/NAME.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Steeple of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCikeVNA7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6qfvnusqS5w/s1600-h/STEEPLE+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228857914878133170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCikeVNA7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/6qfvnusqS5w/s320/STEEPLE+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy being the "ham" that she is... She was signing with band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCiT5I1qBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kjv0ijz0LsE/s1600-h/WENDY+SINGING.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228857630016251922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCiT5I1qBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kjv0ijz0LsE/s320/WENDY+SINGING.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma, Aunt Jean, Kerry and I had a wonderful time. It was great seeing all the family that was in for the wedding. I wish Wendy and Brad all the love that they can give each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love Is Grand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/?action=view&amp;current=karatesign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r306/awages/papers/Signatures/karatesign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7688812261913385856?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7688812261913385856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7688812261913385856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7688812261913385856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7688812261913385856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-comes-love-2nd-comes-marriage.html' title='First Comes Love, 2nd comes Marriage....'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SJCjzz99ZeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qi5eKIxFMuQ/s72-c/A+TOAST.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1369894308743514073</id><published>2008-07-24T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:49:51.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still troubling</title><content type='html'>My ankle is still troubling me... Poor Angie! I did get the cast removed but now in a walking cast. Hopefully it will get better soon.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-1369894308743514073?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1369894308743514073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1369894308743514073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1369894308743514073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1369894308743514073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-troubling.html' title='still troubling'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6009820522078017605</id><published>2008-07-16T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:46:59.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate'/><title type='text'>I miss working out</title><content type='html'>I really, really miss working out! Can you believe that I am actually saying that? I can't either! I have been unable to take Karate class, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; Chi and Kick Boxing since June 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I am suppose to have my cast removed July 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Please, please, please take off my cast Dr. B.!&lt;br /&gt;I am excited that I am missing exercising! I also miss my karate friends.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, tonight is the last night for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;. Kerry wishes we could go till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. Although I  am having fun, I am glad tonight is the last night.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kerry has been neglected. This is the 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; she has ever attended. 15 years old and has never attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;. Goodness, I went all the time when I was little... I am glad she is having fun. We are teaching the 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. I have forgotten the attention span of a 2 year old is like 1 minute! My wonderful lesson plan only lasts for maybe 10 minutes and then we are like, now what?...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surfing through the Scriptures" that is what we are doing this week at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;. Hang 10 Dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6009820522078017605?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6009820522078017605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6009820522078017605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6009820522078017605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6009820522078017605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-working-out.html' title='I miss working out'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7814927985083981010</id><published>2008-07-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:44:05.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>REMEMEBER WHEN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZXsksahRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K6AA07EJuUE/s1600-h/XMAS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221457241258493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZXsksahRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K6AA07EJuUE/s320/XMAS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was probably taken in 1989. I know it was Christmas at Aunt Jean's. Look how you Kelly is. And little Wendy, I can't believe how mush she has changed! She will be getting married on the 26th! Sweet memories! The head is my sweet Flossie's head. I love going down memory lane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7814927985083981010?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7814927985083981010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7814927985083981010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7814927985083981010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7814927985083981010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/rememeber-when.html' title='REMEMEBER WHEN?'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZXsksahRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/K6AA07EJuUE/s72-c/XMAS.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5986544353544513128</id><published>2008-07-10T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:25:10.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIREWORKS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>pictures from camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRsQuAKjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WZKO3PsGYEA/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221450638826678834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRsQuAKjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WZKO3PsGYEA/s320/ANGIE%27S+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VIEW FROM CAMPGROUND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRcXdo2fI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bH4qUtsxCmE/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221450365759183346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRcXdo2fI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bH4qUtsxCmE/s320/ANGIE%27S+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EATHERLY CAMPGROUND IN BACKGROUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRJ1IE1xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RGsVQ5b3JfY/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221450047304292114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRJ1IE1xI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RGsVQ5b3JfY/s320/ANGIE%27S+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUR CAMPSITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQ2wEgwMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qHfnX8i4O-0/s1600-h/ANGIE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221449719529652418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQ2wEgwMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qHfnX8i4O-0/s320/ANGIE%27S+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MA AND DAUGHTER ON WAY HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQoLTMLgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ESKmFZfwp9k/s1600-h/DSCI0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221449469140938242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQoLTMLgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ESKmFZfwp9k/s320/DSCI0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TRUELY UNHAPPY CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQVoDC0TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1EBvA8gin_w/s1600-h/DSCI0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221449150440329522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQVoDC0TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1EBvA8gin_w/s320/DSCI0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KELLY DIANE AND FRANKIE IN FRONT OF MY PEE TENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQGnSCj6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Le0oI3qNQus/s1600-h/DSCI0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221448892536754082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZQGnSCj6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Le0oI3qNQus/s320/DSCI0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANOTHER UNHAPPY CAMPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZP2JWnb_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/7RnEM1ZHrfM/s1600-h/DSCI0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221448609624977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZP2JWnb_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/7RnEM1ZHrfM/s320/DSCI0816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANOTHER VIEW FROM OUT CAMPSITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZO149Au9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zpt95X5YBtI/s1600-h/DSCI0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447505710988242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZO149Au9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Zpt95X5YBtI/s320/DSCI0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KELLY CHILLIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZOmeI3iVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/n9D5pbdWDkA/s1600-h/DSCI0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221447240814922066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZOmeI3iVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/n9D5pbdWDkA/s320/DSCI0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TREVOR GETTING READY TO GO ON HIS FIRST BOAT RIDE. LOOK HOW EXCITED HE IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZOV5x9XrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8jc3pWCTwmU/s1600-h/DSCI0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446956177252018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZOV5x9XrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8jc3pWCTwmU/s320/DSCI0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SAILOR MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZODlxaL3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/BacUYFABmp8/s1600-h/DSCI0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446641568591730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZODlxaL3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/BacUYFABmp8/s320/DSCI0835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STORMY SUNSET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZNu5iEVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ufsUeqbGBbw/s1600-h/DSCI0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221446286095701522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZNu5iEVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ufsUeqbGBbw/s320/DSCI0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CAN YOU SEE A FACE IN THIS? I DO!&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5986544353544513128?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5986544353544513128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5986544353544513128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5986544353544513128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5986544353544513128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-from-camping.html' title='pictures from camping'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SHZRsQuAKjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WZKO3PsGYEA/s72-c/ANGIE%27S+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6019869513159039820</id><published>2008-07-07T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:54:17.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camaping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floating Mills Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crutches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Center Hill Lake'/><title type='text'>FLOATING MILLS PARK (SUCKS)</title><content type='html'>Yep, we camped this weekend with my SIL and BIL , Niece and Nephew at Center Hill Lake. I know why it is named Center Hill. All the camp grounds are cut into the center of a hill... Remember people, I am on crutches and have a cast on my right foot and half way up my leg@! Kelly, Kerry and I went Thursday night. We got lost because my precious husband didn't keep count of the mileage. You see, I was suppose to do that on my side of the truck. I am so sorry, I left my x-ray, telescoping glasses at home! We passed where you turn off to go to Daniel's house and I said, " Kelly honey, We are almost in Smithville.. You better stop and ask for directions". He kept driving, so I called Krissa.. Then he pulled over and told me it was my fault we were lost... Again, I am so sorry I left those stinking glasses at home, along with my mind reading box... Krissa called me back and gave me good directions, Kelly came back with bad directions, we took Krissa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful drive down there, Got to the camp ground and I started freaking out! How in the H3ll am I gonna climb that freaking hill? I did, it was SCARY!!! Kelly and Kerry unloaded everything, 1st going up the Hill then drove around and coming down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;A guy the next site over must have saw that I was sitting on my lazy broken cast wearing, crutch using butt and came over to help. Thank goodness because Kelly had our screen room looking like a TEPEE. HA! I kept telling him it was wrong, as well as Kerry and he wouldn't listen. Camp guy said, Man, this ain't right, let me look at the picture and he fixed it. We told you so Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 4th was OK. SIL and family came around Noon. Wait! let me back track! I woke up at 5:30 am and had to use the restroom. Kelly got mad 'cause I woke him up so early. I had to go! I finally got out of the tent and Walked down and up a hill to go pee. That's when I said, forget modesty, I am not walking up this hill again to go pee. I'll just show my butt to the entire camp ground! I called my Momma and asked her to bring me her pee tent. She did.. I knew when she came I should have gone home with her. OK, back to the SIL and fam.... So, they came around noon and finish setting up camp, went swimming.. I sat all alone at the camp site wishing I was home.... After the swim, we roasted hot dogs and then the guys went boating. (Please take ME!!!) At dark Kristy, Kerry and Kelly Diane went to the dock to look at the fireworks. I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:30 am, I heard the RAIN! Kelly had a fan going so I woke him up and it was pouring down rain! It rained till 4:30 am! We had so much water in the tent. I was wet and cold. It stormed and I am scared of storms. All I kept thinking was... We are floating down this freaking hill and I have a cast on my leg! I will drown... Drama Queen I am!&lt;br /&gt;I got up around 5:30 am and asked Kristy if she was ready to go home. She said yes, like I was kidding. I wasn't! I knew I should have stayed home! The adults minus me went to dry everything at the camp laundry mat while me and the kiddos cooked breakfast. Eggs, bacon and biscuits all cooked on a griddle. Love my griddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day sucked just as much as the morning. I was miserably hot and Kelly was grouchy. We blew up at each other. Kelly and Frankie went night fishing. The kiddos watched movies and Kristy and I played rummy. I went to bed around 11:30 pm cause it was sprinkling and I didn't want my cast to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we left early enough to be home at noon. My MIL walked the fur babies while we were gone and I didn't think she was gonna leave once we got home. I know she stayed 2 hours after we got home. Kerry washed ALL the clothes and I sat on my big tail and gave out orders!&lt;br /&gt;Piece of advice!! If you are on crutches, don't go camping. Miss out on all the miserable crap. you will be a much happier camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6019869513159039820?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6019869513159039820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6019869513159039820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6019869513159039820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6019869513159039820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/floating-mills-park-sucks.html' title='FLOATING MILLS PARK (SUCKS)'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5977410654746751711</id><published>2008-07-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:57:36.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>LADY IN RED</title><content type='html'>Well, the orthopedic Dr. put a cast on. I am now sporting a red cast. Just in time for the 4th. Camping will be loads of fun! No swimming, no boating, just hanging out at the camp site. I will be taking my knitting with me.&lt;br /&gt;The cast will be worn for 2 weeks then I will have a stress X-ray to see how bad my ligaments are. FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5977410654746751711?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5977410654746751711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5977410654746751711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5977410654746751711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5977410654746751711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/lady-in-red.html' title='LADY IN RED'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3958836627927835950</id><published>2008-07-01T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:26:59.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sprained ankle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karate'/><title type='text'>WHAT A KLUTZ!</title><content type='html'>Last night in Karate Class, I was stepping back into a sparring stance and my ankle rolled and popped! I couldn't move! They got me to prop my foot up and call Kelly to come get me. I thought it was broken because it was hurting on the inside and outside of my ankle. Kelly was upset and told me I had to quit Karate, I said only if you quit doing something that you enjoy doing.&lt;br /&gt;We went o the ER and the attending Dr. sucked! Yes, I know that is mean bu,t he did. He wouldn't even put a boot on my foot since I already have one at home. He told us that the walking boot costs $600.00. I was like well, that is what I have insurance for.. RIGHT! Anyway, Kelly said forget it and we went home with crutches and a sprained ankle. He did say that he saw some bones floating around my ankle and since I have sprained my ankle so much, I needed to see a bone specialist. Going today!&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing happened while we were there: A guy was in the other room, with a sick stomach. The wacky Dr. told him he was anemic which was strange in a man and that they would need to do a rectal on him. They guy was freaking out! Said Hell NO! Well, Kelly, Kerry and I were laughing our butts off, trying to be quiet. Even a male nurse was trying his best not to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that my ankle heals quickly!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-3958836627927835950?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3958836627927835950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3958836627927835950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3958836627927835950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3958836627927835950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-klutz.html' title='WHAT A KLUTZ!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6452408557536093536</id><published>2008-06-26T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:32:29.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mammogram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>HAVING THE GIRLS CHECKED OUT</title><content type='html'>Yep, today I had my first Mammogram. It's really not as bad as everyone has made it out to be. I went to the new Sumner Station. Can you say WOW! They have coffee, tea, cocoa and snacks in the waiting room. I was impressed. I was taken into the waiting room and told to go to the bathroom and wash off my deo and put on the gown. I asked at work if I could wear deo and everyone said sure. WRONG! If you have to have a Mammogram, don't wear deo. Anyway, I put the gown on like you do when you visit the OBGYN and was thinking to myself how in the heck is that gonna happen. The Girls aren't showing so how is it gonna work? Any way, when I got into the Mammogram room, the sweet Mammogram woman said :&lt;em&gt;"Honey, you need to turn your gown around and leave it untied." (&lt;/em&gt;The gown wasn't even a BIG Girl gown so I was already having problems with it.) I laughed and said, well this is my 1st time doing this. So, I turned my gown around and the smooshing began. At least they weren't smooshed as bad as I thought they would be.&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing there I began to think about men who have to have this done. So I asked the sweet Mammogram woman how they do a man, especially if he doesn't have man boobs. She laughed and said that men are easier to do and that they do Mammograms on men the same way the do on women. I asked, HOW! She said, everyone has breast tissue and we just pull on men just like we do women. That's when I was glad I have big girl's! 'Cause she pulled on them but not too much. ( I know TMI!!)&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a good report and everything looks good. Yeah, I know I look good! HA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the men and ladies need to go have their Mammograms done. It's really not that bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6452408557536093536?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6452408557536093536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6452408557536093536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6452408557536093536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6452408557536093536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/having-girls-checked-out.html' title='HAVING THE GIRLS CHECKED OUT'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6982405197212692017</id><published>2008-06-23T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:53:12.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MENONITE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VISIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>MENONITE SHOPPING TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday 6/21,2008 a a group of girls I work with went to Scottsville, KY to visit the Menonites. Here we are relaxing after shopping for canned goods, fresh fruit and veggies and eating a wonderful lunch.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-Tvg80hCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YL0RdNLeSNU/s1600-h/THE+GANG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215049338026492962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-Tvg80hCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YL0RdNLeSNU/s320/THE+GANG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tammy, Angie, Tilda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lora, Ellie, Jessie &amp;amp; Christine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-Tm9Dus4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/brWaAeD9pxQ/s1600-h/TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215049190952842114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-Tm9Dus4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/brWaAeD9pxQ/s320/TT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TT showing off her new do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TiBhqd_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/C_lUp7t9nCc/s1600-h/TILDAANGIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215049106252789746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TiBhqd_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/C_lUp7t9nCc/s320/TILDAANGIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Tilda-Deadly pair together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TdYaRvQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FMm6qg7DatI/s1600-h/LORATILDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215049026496478466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TdYaRvQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FMm6qg7DatI/s320/LORATILDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tilda &amp;amp; Lora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TYspBlKI/AAAAAAAAAII/4i77J_89fgs/s1600-h/ANGIEELLIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215048946027697314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TYspBlKI/AAAAAAAAAII/4i77J_89fgs/s320/ANGIEELLIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ellie belly.. Isn't she just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TUC_mw0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/JiEKlTKJgAM/s1600-h/CANNED+GOODS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215048866128642882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TUC_mw0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/JiEKlTKJgAM/s320/CANNED+GOODS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some canned goods-Yum-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TQiUky6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jZi9Z3EBjtI/s1600-h/HORSEBUGGY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215048805818616738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TQiUky6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jZi9Z3EBjtI/s320/HORSEBUGGY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horse and Buggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TNcVYJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ohfJmDom938/s1600-h/CHRIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215048752671762242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TNcVYJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ohfJmDom938/s320/CHRIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine are excited about your purchases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TIVTHcfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Yw6LgeL-LT0/s1600-h/JESSIE+ELLIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215048664883884530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-TIVTHcfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Yw6LgeL-LT0/s320/JESSIE+ELLIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like Mother Like Daughter-2 of my favorite people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie and her Mommy-Jessie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215048045999135378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-SkTxfmpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fqq2Bw9RQvA/s320/ELLIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie showing off what she is going to get her Mommy to buy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-SLk9uzXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AvucY4xBTBo/s1600-h/ELLIEANGIEHORSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215047621117136242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-SLk9uzXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/AvucY4xBTBo/s320/ELLIEANGIEHORSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ellie in front of a horse and Buggy- (We both got in trouble before this picture was taken.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all we had a wonderful time! Ellie and I kept getting in trouble cause I was trying to have an adventure with her and Jessie wouldn't let us. (HA) I guess I am a bad influence on little kids!! I try to have too much FUN!!! Anyway, I stopped getting Ellie in trouble. I think that the Travis Tritt song T-R-O-U-B-L-E was following me that day! I bought sourdough bread, tomato-cheese bread, salsa, jelly and squash. Christine was feeling a little home sick from her youth days, since she kinda grew up in that kind of setting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we got back to Hartsville, I went to see Angie and take her a loaf of tomato-cheese bread. I got to see her Mom-Joy and her nephew-Houston. Mike and David were putting up her fence. Little Dalton was so cute, he was kind of jealous of Houston so I was holding Dalton like a baby. We had a good visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kelly and I went to the Funeral home that night because our friend Mark's brother passed away. We stayed till almost 9. Kelly was talking to everyone-He can't say anything to me anymore about talking too much. I had to whine to get him to leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday was the 1st day for our new preacher. I had to fix something for the reception we were having after church and I forgot to go to the store. At 8am I was shopping, half asleep. I made ham and turkey roll ups and weight watcher brownies. Brother Tom did a magic trick for the children during children's' time. He pulled a handkerchief rabbit out of a handkerchief top hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After church, I went to the hospital to see Grandpa Bill- he's not really my grandpa but since Kelly L. was born he became Grandpa Bill. Poor ole Grandpa Bill-he has lost his eye sight due to diabetes, also has bad knees. I think that he will be going to the nursing home soon. He is also talking out of his head at times. He called Kerry a dog last night. I fried chicken and made squash and took Grandma Ann some supper. Grandpa Bill said he would eat some chicken if I brought it too him but, he only ate a few bites. It is sad to see him that way. It reminds me of Granny when she got really sick. I did get to see Diana and Billy. Diana had lost a lot of weight-getting ready for the wedding! She said she hasn't but I know she has. I also got to see Steve and Mike and Terry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kerry came home on time yesterday and Kelly and confronted her about sneaking out at Nanny's. She didn't lie about this time. He did tell her that she was no longer spending the night there and she will be catching the bus at home this school year. I will certainly be glad when her drama is over! I was good having her back home, even with the drama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for such a long post but as you can tell, I had a lot to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~angie&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2454599530105615654-6982405197212692017?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6982405197212692017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6982405197212692017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6982405197212692017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6982405197212692017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/menonite-shopping-trip.html' title='MENONITE SHOPPING TRIP'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SF-Tvg80hCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YL0RdNLeSNU/s72-c/THE+GANG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-6486168459464445660</id><published>2008-06-17T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:19:33.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>My Best friend is back!</title><content type='html'>Angie Spivey has moved back home! Yeah!!! Well, she's not Spivey anymore of course, I'll always be Angie Rogers to her... We have been friends forever, like way back in elementary school. We used to tell people we were twins separated at birth and our adopted Mom's named us both  Angela, nickname-Angie.&lt;br /&gt;We were inseparable. Just about every Friday, I'd go to her house and stay till late on Sunday night. After high school, we kinda lost touch, but I always thought of her and wondered what she was up to. She has two beautiful boys and an awesome husband. I can't wait for us to rekindle our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see her Friday night and it was like we had never lost touch. She looks the same, she kinda lost her southern twang, but she'll have it back in no time. Her youngest took up with me right away, he was showing me his room and had me playing with his toys. Her oldest was to much into TV to really pay a lot of attention. That's OK, hopefully we'll get closer as we see each other more often.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome home Angie and Family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the company I work with had our company picnic at Beach bend Park. We had lost of fun till we started coming home. My stinking truck messed up and it took us 4 hours to get home! Kelly sure was cussing.... I felt so bad. We took the truck to a guy we know and he thinks it is the fuel pump, which he just replaced. That means it is still under warranty!!! Yea!!! But, once we get it back we will be car shopping-that should be lots if fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-6486168459464445660?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6486168459464445660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=6486168459464445660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6486168459464445660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/6486168459464445660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-best-friend-is-back.html' title='My Best friend is back!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-1895735928231455598</id><published>2008-06-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:11:04.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courthouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>GOING TO THE CHAPEL- I MEAN COURTHOUSE</title><content type='html'>BM and boyfriend got married Wednesday. She called Kelly that night to tell him before she told Kerry. Like he cares what she does. He laughed when she told him, she asked why he laughed he said well, if a doctor told me that marrying a person would cause more problems to my health I do believe I wouldn't have gotten married. BM told us a few month ago that DR. S. told her not to marry BK because he was the reason she was having stress heart issues.&lt;br /&gt;Probably another lie we were told. Along with many others.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish them the best... As long as Kerry is not living there with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-1895735928231455598?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1895735928231455598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=1895735928231455598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1895735928231455598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/1895735928231455598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-to-chapel-i-mean-courthouse.html' title='GOING TO THE CHAPEL- I MEAN COURTHOUSE'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8670980615741341267</id><published>2008-06-10T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:07:41.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plus size'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modeling'/><title type='text'>Modeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE7CTcfWs2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/qO1P1xyjwP8/s1600-h/DSCI0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210315458235249506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE7CTcfWs2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/qO1P1xyjwP8/s320/DSCI0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE7B7i-rO4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f8vMwhZcIh4/s1600-h/DSCI0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210315047660370818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE7B7i-rO4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f8vMwhZcIh4/s320/DSCI0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I skipped work (vacation) to shoot a commercial for Nightie Nights. A plus size lingerie store. Kerry took these pictures. I am living a dream. Maybe one day, I'll make it big....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-8670980615741341267?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8670980615741341267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8670980615741341267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8670980615741341267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8670980615741341267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/modeling.html' title='Modeling'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE7CTcfWs2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/qO1P1xyjwP8/s72-c/DSCI0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-747073194214042141</id><published>2008-06-10T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:03:46.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>MORE BALLGAME PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6zQZGbOHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eWgh57okB38/s1600-h/DSCI0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210298913111357554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6zQZGbOHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eWgh57okB38/s320/DSCI0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel, watch the ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6y3f9tYAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X2y-XYke8O8/s1600-h/DSCI0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210298485457117186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6y3f9tYAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X2y-XYke8O8/s320/DSCI0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel hustling for the ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6ygd7WtwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fXmeXQj6XDM/s1600-h/DSCI0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210298089773381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6ygd7WtwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fXmeXQj6XDM/s320/DSCI0709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6yGw6H8jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8MilPJWsdZM/s1600-h/DSCI0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210297648191894066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6yGw6H8jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8MilPJWsdZM/s320/DSCI0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go for it Dan-o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6xs25nnYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZnOu30CjUGU/s1600-h/DSCI0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210297203123789186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6xs25nnYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZnOu30CjUGU/s320/DSCI0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep.... He's bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6xVZDRSTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/G4R-7n4wDeo/s1600-h/DSCI0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210296799974213938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6xVZDRSTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/G4R-7n4wDeo/s320/DSCI0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Man, you looking good in that uniform....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-395ba879e265010e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D395ba879e265010e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331432046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71B4D8869FABA6D60F913C741B8D3E7F81B11782.132E34300E226C3E53C473AB991CDBA9D0C5D959%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D395ba879e265010e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0I8wXfhQCduPiduVF90xx2MJ2rQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D395ba879e265010e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331432046%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71B4D8869FABA6D60F913C741B8D3E7F81B11782.132E34300E226C3E53C473AB991CDBA9D0C5D959%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D395ba879e265010e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0I8wXfhQCduPiduVF90xx2MJ2rQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Here's a video of Daniel's game that Kerry made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-747073194214042141?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=395ba879e265010e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/747073194214042141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=747073194214042141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/747073194214042141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/747073194214042141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-ballgame-pictures.html' title='MORE BALLGAME PICTURES'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6zQZGbOHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eWgh57okB38/s72-c/DSCI0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7054734455123026034</id><published>2008-06-10T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:38:28.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah checking me out at Danile's baseball game... Isn't she just the cutest little girl?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sylzIS6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fdigfS7pygk/s1600-h/HPIM0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210291804054244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sylzIS6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fdigfS7pygk/s320/HPIM0213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel getting ready to play ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6spMxTDcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GlJUZZQGsHM/s1600-h/HPIM0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210291642716851650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6spMxTDcI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GlJUZZQGsHM/s320/HPIM0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel warming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sfpQE7UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xnhVgfcF7_4/s1600-h/HPIM0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210291478563450178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sfpQE7UI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xnhVgfcF7_4/s320/HPIM0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel right after a big pitch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sYSccK5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OeyfYKNJGKk/s1600-h/HPIM0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210291352182205330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sYSccK5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OeyfYKNJGKk/s320/HPIM0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night 6/9/08, Momma, Kerry and I headed to Smithville to watch Daniel play his last ballgame. He even got up to bat! Struck out... :-( . It was so sweet to see him dressed in his uniform. He is growing up so fast. Way to go Dan-O. Aunt Angie loves you more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7054734455123026034?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7054734455123026034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7054734455123026034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7054734455123026034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7054734455123026034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='&quot;TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME&quot;'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SE6sylzIS6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/fdigfS7pygk/s72-c/HPIM0213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5493348537832095217</id><published>2008-06-05T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:57:46.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Are ya bored yet?</title><content type='html'>No one can say that I lead a boring life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my cousin Gina called to tell me that her car and Kenny’s car was broken into night before last. The thieves took the key to her vehicle but not the vehicle… How stupid…Where’s your sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't’t believe it. The Milligan curse has begun… Our ancestors were pirates and now it has come back to bite us both in the rear. Irish pirates… So you know that we will get even somehow. Will the drama ever end? You really have to laugh at the situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some good news yesterday. Sweet cousin Wendy’s wedding invite came in the mail yesterday. I can’t wait till July 26Th. All or maybe the majority of my GA family will be there. I miss my GA family. I love my GA family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5493348537832095217?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5493348537832095217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5493348537832095217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5493348537832095217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5493348537832095217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-ya-bored-yet.html' title='Are ya bored yet?'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7425494635862670246</id><published>2008-06-04T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:21:46.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hartsville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stolen. Kung Fu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red'/><title type='text'>Little Red....</title><content type='html'>Someone stole my little red sunbird. Yep, stole it!!! I can't beleive it. It was at my deceased Granny trailer 2 weeks ago, and now it's gone. I had to file a police report. The crappy thing is, we were getting ready to move it to have it fixed up for Kerry.... Mean people suck!!!&lt;br /&gt;If you see a Little red Sunbird around town and it looks like I might have driven it at one time, let me know and I track 'em down and do a little Kung-Fu on them!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hartsville's Finest came out to the trailer and looked around. The people were even in my granny's trailer and the doors were unlocked. There's nothing in there... They even went thru the stuff that was left in her building....&lt;br /&gt;MEAN PEOPLE SUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I am very upset... I really want to Karate Chop whom ever's head off... I really do...&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of the drama in my life... I am a fairly nice person... Why does crap like this happen to me???&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be found... Probably not, so now we need to find a cheap-o car for Kerry to drive by Oct...&lt;br /&gt;Again, mean people suck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7425494635862670246?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7425494635862670246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7425494635862670246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7425494635862670246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7425494635862670246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-red.html' title='Little Red....'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-2339998397069978255</id><published>2008-06-03T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:36:50.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-mom'/><title type='text'>It's Offical!!</title><content type='html'>I have graduated to the offical Step-Mom Haters group. Yep, Kerry hates me. At least she did for a day!!! We have had sooooooo much Drama over the last week, it's not even funny! Long story short... Kerry thinks of her cousin as her boyfriend.. EWE&gt;&gt;&gt; I know, GROSS... Remember, I just got custody of her from her crazy mom.. Oh yeah, crazy Mom knew she had these feelings.. Didn't say anything 'cause she thought we knew... She got a major tongue lashing from me about keeping things like this from us.. I mean come on,, we tell her everything.... Not anymore... Kerry says all they did was kiss, she has spent the night there... Trust me she is going to see my OBGYN next week. OH and another thing, this cousin is 20 years old... Yes a total freak!!! She is not allowed over at Nanny's anymore unless, Kelly, Me, Ethel or Kristy is there to supervise.. Cousin lives next house over.... This cousin is part of the same family that we had problems with when Kerry skipped school. This family has been nothing but trouble for us since we got custody of Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is ready to beat the crap out of him. I said something to Kelly about going to the DA because we know that he is talking to a 13 year old in OH. I have never trusted this young man since they moved beside Nanny. I had a gut feeling he was no good.&lt;br /&gt;Kelly told Kerry yesterday that she needed to straighten up because he was sick of all this drama that has been going on since she moved in. He told her that what Angie says is the Law around here as well as what I(Kelly) say around here is the law and if she didn't like it, then she was gonna be miserable for the next 3 years. She is not moving in with her Mom until after she graduates High School. Kerry came home crying and asked me to forgive her for saying that she hated me, she really doesn't.. I hugged and told her I forgave her.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that Kerry does realize that her feelings are morally wrong. I did get the Bible out and read to her in the Bible where is talks about how wrong incest is. Please pray for Kelly and I to have the patience to deal with a teenager. I know that God wants me to raise her in Godly ways but the Devil has a hold of her and she is enjoying his grasp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-2339998397069978255?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2339998397069978255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=2339998397069978255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2339998397069978255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/2339998397069978255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-offical.html' title='It&apos;s Offical!!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5652343849516304102</id><published>2008-05-27T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:29:22.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Defeated Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Defeated Creek Camping trip, Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Camp Site&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxBAugVCvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DYyyEm7niYA/s1600-h/HPIM0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205106750072883954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxBAugVCvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DYyyEm7niYA/s320/HPIM0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly and Kerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxA1-gVCuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J8Wv54esyLY/s1600-h/HPIM0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205106565389290210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxA1-gVCuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J8Wv54esyLY/s320/HPIM0189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Campers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxAqOgVCtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dmq8_wUuZkI/s1600-h/HPIM0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205106363525827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxAqOgVCtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dmq8_wUuZkI/s320/HPIM0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxAK-gVCsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SPaEv2gCmZU/s1600-h/HPIM0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205105826654915266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxAK-gVCsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SPaEv2gCmZU/s320/HPIM0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifi roughing it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw_--gVCrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vhsTyhCHSmU/s1600-h/HPIM0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205105620496485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw_--gVCrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/vhsTyhCHSmU/s320/HPIM0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided that it would be fun to go camping this past weekend. It was my idea.. Can you believe it? No, I am not a camper but we had an awesome time. I can't wait to do it again. We went to Defeated Creek. It is near Carthage, TN. I was really impressed with how clean everything was. We had a great camp site, even though whomever was there before us didn't clean up after their dog.. If ya know what I mean. Yes, I cleaned up after Fifi. I took disposable bags with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went fishing Sunday afternoon, after we set up camp. Fifi was chasing Kelly's Bass plug. It was so funny, I wished I had a video camera so I could have taped it. We laughed our butts off at her. She did good. She whined when ever I left her with Kelly to go to the bathroom, but other than that she was good. Kerry had a great time, we went to the beach and she swam. The water was just a little too cool for me. I did put Fifi in the water to swim to Kerry but, she was having no part of that and was mad at us the rest of the day. HA... We roasted hot dogs and marsh mellows for supper. We were kinda hoping we could have fish, but had no luck catching anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Breakfast was an adventure. I forgot tongs to flip the bacon so I used Kelly's fillet knife, I forgot a spoon to scramble the eggs in the skillet so we used the stick we roasted hot dogs with. Kelly scrambled the eggs over the fire for me.. The smoke was just a little too much for me. I did have plates and forks to eat on. Don't give me a hard time... I told you.. I am not a camper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, if anyone has a camper they would like to give to The Blackdawgs, just know that we will take good care of it and use it often.. I think I am turning into a camper... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Family time, you just can't beat it.... Here's hoping that our next adventure is just as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5652343849516304102?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5652343849516304102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5652343849516304102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5652343849516304102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5652343849516304102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/defeated-creek-camping-trip-memorial.html' title='Defeated Creek Camping trip, Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDxBAugVCvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DYyyEm7niYA/s72-c/HPIM0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5062564114833029448</id><published>2008-05-27T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:07:03.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moocher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macon County'/><title type='text'>MCHS Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday night May 23,2008, Macon County High School&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7_egVCqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aIneImm0qmw/s1600-h/HPIM0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205101231039908514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7_egVCqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aIneImm0qmw/s320/HPIM0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karen, Matthew, Kyle and Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7x-gVCpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/drdOO6XwdJ0/s1600-h/HPIM0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7mugVCoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1o4ggrk4n70/s1600-h/HPIM0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100805838146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7mugVCoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1o4ggrk4n70/s320/HPIM0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle and his favorite cousin Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7bugVCnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/phtcb_T1x1E/s1600-h/HPIM0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205100616859585138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7bugVCnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/phtcb_T1x1E/s320/HPIM0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "The Graduate"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe that Kyle has graduate High School! 20 Years ago, I graduated high school and now my little cousin graduated. It is hard to believe that he is that old... I AM THAT OLD!!! It was an awesome feeling with tugging at the heart strings too. Yes, I teared up.. I can't help it, I am tender hearted.. Sheila, David, Matthew and Lester also came to cheer Kyle on. I couldn't believe Matthew when I saw him. I guess I was still expecting him to be the little boy I meet many years ago. Matthew is 25 years old, has 2 beautiful sons and is going thru a divorce. I really hate that for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sheila told Aunt Jean that Doug (Sharon's boyfriend) has a new girlfriend that is living with them. Come on on now... Sharon has been gone for 4 months and he already has moved another woman in with him.... Aunt Jean was ticked off.. And that is a nice way of saying that. Of course she didn't hold her tongue and went straight to Kyle when she found out. Screwed up his night I am sure. She is a little too impulsive... Poor Kyle, his Mom and Dad are gone and now Grandma is freaking out on him... He does not need to let people run all over him, but let him enjoy his night. Matthew also told me that Kyle lived by himself for a month because, Doug moved out for a while to live with his girlfriend then moved her in with Kyle.. Remember there is no relation here, just his Mom's boyfriend. Can anyone say free-loader?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At least Kyle did keep it together these last few months and graduated with his class. Other than all the drama we had a great time and are so proud of Kyle and his accomplishments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAY TO GO KYLE!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5062564114833029448?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5062564114833029448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5062564114833029448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5062564114833029448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5062564114833029448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/mchs-graduation.html' title='MCHS Graduation'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDw7_egVCqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/aIneImm0qmw/s72-c/HPIM0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-5715336641452284856</id><published>2008-05-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:13:26.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Passed!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank Goodness! She only lacked 2 points in Math from being on the Honor Roll. Hopefully she will apply herself better next year. She was also glad that she passed. I think she was kinda worried. I called her around 9:30 am to see if she passed. I couldn't’t wait till I got home. Kelly talked to her about spending the summer alone at the house. I think we are going to let her try it.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to MCHS for graduation for my cousin Kyle. I really fill sorry for him tonight. I can’t imagine not having my parents around for such a life changing event. I bought him a card that I thought Greg and Sharon would have bought for him if they were here. I really felt that Greg and Sharon led me to buy that card for him. I tried to buy him things that I thought he would need in the dorm room that he wouldn’t have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;I know my 2nd semester of freshman year, my cousin Donna sent me a duffel bag full of stuff that I really needed but just didn’t get. That was an awesome care package. I am going to try to make sure that I send Kyle a care package each month, just so he knows that someone is thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;We are also going camping this weekend at Defeated Creek. This should be fun since, I am not that keen on camping and Kelly and Kerry loves it. Hopefully no blood will be shed from either parties… Please Pray that I don’t get freaked out..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to our troops who are fighting for my safety and my freedom. May God Bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-5715336641452284856?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5715336641452284856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=5715336641452284856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5715336641452284856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/5715336641452284856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-passed.html' title='She Passed!!!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-4832479869121571199</id><published>2008-05-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T05:56:58.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freak-out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>No She Didn't</title><content type='html'>This is the final week of school and also finals. Guess who threw all of her papers away? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;, you guessed it... KERRY!!! OK, now if she was exempt from finals, I wouldn't have a hard time about her throwing her papers away, but this is a kid who's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; in school. Kelly was upset with her, but didn't say a whole lot. As you all know Kelly doesn't get upset over a lot of things. He just told her that if she failed she would not be going to Summer School. Of course if it was up to me I would have beat her, made her call a class mate, take her to that person's house, she would hand write all of the study guide and then studied till her eyes bled... Good thing I am not the Momma!!! HA! OK, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exaggerate&lt;/span&gt; a tad bit, but come on folks, it's not like she has a IQ of 200.&lt;br /&gt;Kerry did say that she made an 82 on her Math final... Wow, she could have been making grades like that all year but of course MOM doesn't give a flip about school, so she didn't push Kerry to excel (at anything).&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday will be the day that tells the Tale. I sure hope she passes, because if she doesn't I'll probably have a heart attack....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-4832479869121571199?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4832479869121571199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=4832479869121571199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4832479869121571199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4832479869121571199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-she-didnt.html' title='No She Didn&apos;t'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-8227895739549551395</id><published>2008-05-19T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:02:38.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS NIGHT OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDHYk4Tl_RI/AAAAAAAAADc/E-PD4eHJo88/s1600-h/paula+christy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202177172691090706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDHYk4Tl_RI/AAAAAAAAADc/E-PD4eHJo88/s320/paula+christy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These 2 are two of my buddies. We have know each other for the last 8 years. It all began when I started working at BMA. Christy was in shipping and Paula was a purchasing agent. We hit it off like we had know each other for years. Christy and Paula already knew each other from working together at a restaurant. Paula and I are sisters from just becoming co-workers. They both have beautiful children and we all 3 have pulled each other through thick and thin. I love these Girls.. Saturday night we had a Girls night Out. We went to eat at Cheddars and then went to Chases. We danced our booties off and laughed our booties off. It was great being with them and catching up. The best thing about both of them is we hardly ever get to see each other but when we do see each other it's like we just saw each other yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Christy and Paula for a great night out... Love you girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-8227895739549551395?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8227895739549551395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=8227895739549551395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8227895739549551395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/8227895739549551395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls-night-out.html' title='GIRLS NIGHT OUT'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SDHYk4Tl_RI/AAAAAAAAADc/E-PD4eHJo88/s72-c/paula+christy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3459618848746950380</id><published>2008-05-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:14:14.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>THE TEARS FLOW</title><content type='html'>I was reading my cousin Kelly's blog of her little sweetheart Cade and saw that she had a new blog that she read and I linked to it:&lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Oh goodness, I felt like many of the words she had written are the things that I feel about my own loss. Even though I never met my baby I feel like it was a boy and I know that the baby knew that he is loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the pain of the loss of a child never goes away, it just gets easier, but for me it seems to have gotten harder. I am sure that it is the fact that I will never carry a child in a womb that no loner exists. Please don't think, I am playing the pity party, this is something that I need to get off my chest. The whole thing is painful. The above blogger's name is also Angie. Wow, I know that God has lead me to her site for a reason. She co-wrote a song with her husband that Is absolutely beautiful and states many of the things that I feel everyday. It is called "I Will Carry You". Please visit the site and read the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust in the Lord and know that he has wonderful plans in store for me and will lead me as I go. I trust that the Lord will keep my eyes open so that I will see his plan in work. Sometimes it hard not to question why God has allowed something to happen. In Sunday School class we had this very discussion and our study book that we are using states that we should question our faith because it allows us to grow as Christians because we want to search for the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ask that you pray that the pain gets easier and that God's will be done. Visit the above site..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-3459618848746950380?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3459618848746950380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3459618848746950380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3459618848746950380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3459618848746950380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/tears-flow.html' title='THE TEARS FLOW'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-4095505462280210309</id><published>2008-05-15T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:29:03.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coon hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='step-daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>She's playing us both</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's what kids do, but come on she knows she'll get caught...&lt;br /&gt;Last night after Karate I got home and Kelly was messing around in the yard and Kerry was cooking supper. I ask her how her day was at school and she asks me if Grandma can pick her up at school on Friday. I asked why and she said that it was only a half day as long as she can get a note from a parent saying she could leave early and someone would pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am suspicious... ME: &lt;em&gt;what about 4th, 5th and 6th period?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;: we won't be counted absent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;:OK, school is out next week, meaning finals are next week... Don't you need to know what is on the finals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;:Nope, they are telling us on Thursday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;:I think you need to discuss that with your Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I make a comment that she hasn't filled out her application to McD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;: They don't hire 15 year olds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: How do you know that they don't hire 15 year olds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;: Someone at school told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Really? Are they in MGT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;: I don't know but they work there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;: OK, why don't you go ahead and fill out the application and let Dad take you there and let someone in MGT tell you that they don't hire 15 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;: OK, will you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;: Sure, if you need it...&lt;br /&gt;So, honey comes in and I tell him that Kerry doesn't want to fill out her application and he gets mad and tells her that He said to fill out the application and let MGT tell her that they don't hire 15 year olds... WHAT??? Is he kidding?? He told her exactly what I said only he said it first? ARE you kidding me??? I let that slide then I say something to him about the school thing and then he proceeds to tell me that he told Kerry that he has to have something from the school, I advise that maybe he calls the school to get more info and honey agrees.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, he is taking more charge... Thanks Kelly,&lt;br /&gt;So, does that sound like she is playing us to anyone but me? Funny how Kelly and I are on the same page!!! It has taken 5 years but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the same page. Yea!!! Blackwell's..... Yea, Kelly and Angie!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't Kelly actually caught on that Kerry was trying to play us, but he set her straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to supper, Kerry was cooking Barts for us and didn't cook them thoroughly, I bit into mine and Kelly said Don't take another bite.. It's still pink in the middle, so we nuked them for about 6 mins till they were nice and done... We then made homemade strawberry cheesecake ice cream for dessert... Can we say a BIG YUM-O!!! OMG, that was the best ice cream EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly then decided he wanted to go coon hunting since it is suppose to rain tonight, Kerry wanted to go soo bad, but since it was a school night she couldn't go. She made a friend of hers a picture with a butterfly and her name on it. I wished I had taken a picture of it, BEAUTIFUL!! Maybe, she didn't take it to school today and I can take a picture of it tonight. Kelly didn't get home till 12:30, NO, I did not wait up for him... I need my sleep.... I love to sleep.... I gots to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;He left one of the dogs out.. Lil' Bit, I guess she is still hunting.. She is not my favorite, but I hope she is OK... Maybe she'll go to Marks and hang out with his dogs till we get home this afternoon and go look for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-4095505462280210309?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4095505462280210309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=4095505462280210309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4095505462280210309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/4095505462280210309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-playing-us-both.html' title='She&apos;s playing us both'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-9107953081814154917</id><published>2008-05-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:05:06.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>PARTY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day 2008. This is my Aunt Jean, me and my Momma. Aunt Jean sure does look a lot like my Granny. Of course me and Momma look alike. When ever I am in town, if I see someone we both know, I am usually called Karen 1st. We had a good time visiting. We had smoked meat that my Daddy cooked, macaroni salad, grape salad, apple turnovers, coleslaw with peaches and pecan pie. Yum-o!!! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3Z4Tl_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/oBarXngST88/s1600-h/Mother"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199888900015127810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3Z4Tl_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/oBarXngST88/s320/Mother%27s+Day+%2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Kelly, Uncle Joe and Daddy taking it easy while the ladies are in the kitchen talking. Uncle Joe has Alzheimer's and is slowly getting worse. It's really sad to see him this way. He has started drooling and has to wear depends because he forgets to go to the bathroom. Uncle Joe was always an outside person, working in the garden, mowing, weed eating, you name it... As long as he was outside he was happy. Now he can bearly walk outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3NoTl_PI/AAAAAAAAADM/J3wbO_3ChG8/s1600-h/Kelly,+Uncle+Joe,+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199888689561730290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3NoTl_PI/AAAAAAAAADM/J3wbO_3ChG8/s320/Kelly,+Uncle+Joe,+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Beers' Family. Krissa, Hannah, Bubba(James) and Daniel. Saturday we (Me, Momma &amp;amp; Kerry) went to Smithville to Daniel's 11th birthday party. It was at a park in Smithville. Little Hannah quit breathing Friday Night. They rushed her to the ER but the Dr. couldn't figure out what happened. She is now wearing a heart and breathing monitor. She is so cute!!! I asked Daniel if he was scared Friday night and he said: " Aunt Angie, I cried". I told him that it is OK to cry especially if you are scared. He kept asking Diane if his baby sister was gonna live. he is the sweetest thing to Hannah. He is a great Big Brother... We had fun at the party, just family.. I was glad to finally meet "Bubba from the Lake". That is all I knew him by. Bubba works for Alan Jackson... Nope, I haven't had the pleasure of meeting Alan yet. Maybe, one day! yeah Right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3B4Tl_OI/AAAAAAAAADE/ejoIUqCrKy8/s1600-h/The+Beers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199888487698267362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3B4Tl_OI/AAAAAAAAADE/ejoIUqCrKy8/s320/The+Beers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bubba is great to Daniel. You can tell he really loves Dan-O. I am so glad, because Daniel really needs a good Male figure in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm2CITl_MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KD4h3rKJipU/s1600-h/Daniel,+Hannah+&amp;amp;+Memaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199887392481606850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm2CITl_MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/KD4h3rKJipU/s320/Daniel,+Hannah+%26+Memaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Daniel, Hannah and Memaw(Diane-Krissa's Mom). Hannah loves her Dan-O. I kept telling Hannah how much her Aunt Angie loves her and Daniel asked me if I really was her Aunt. I said of course I am, I am your Aunt Angie aren't I. he said yep you are so yep you are Hannah's Aunt Angie... HA!! I have a wonderful messed up family... Too many steps, halves, sorta's// Yep we are so messed up. But lucky because we have a lot of love going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-9107953081814154917?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9107953081814154917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=9107953081814154917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9107953081814154917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/9107953081814154917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/party.html' title='PARTY!!!!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzseGxc_kDU/SCm3Z4Tl_QI/AAAAAAAAADU/oBarXngST88/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+%2708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-7599778533783023812</id><published>2008-05-02T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:47:42.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHILD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLANKETS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOMELESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISSION'/><title type='text'>BLANKETS 4 THE HOMELESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night I was blessed to met and awesome couple who are collecting blankets for the Homeless of Nashville. I am President of the HUMW and was in charge of the meeting last night. Unfortunately, only one person showed up other than Kerry and I. Sonya gave a wonderful testimony about how God led her to help the Homeless by providing them blankets. Her husband Charles is surely a Man of God. You can just feel God's love around both of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What A Blessing it was to meet them!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry wants to do a blanket drive next semester to help out the homeless. WOW!! She is such a caring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that anyone who reads this post will feel lead to start collecting blankets for the homeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God's Love, Ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-7599778533783023812?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7599778533783023812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=7599778533783023812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7599778533783023812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/7599778533783023812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/blankets-4-homeless.html' title='BLANKETS 4 THE HOMELESS'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2454599530105615654.post-3817764724571365352</id><published>2008-05-01T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:14:45.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Famous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow Iris&lt;/span&gt; picture was on News Channel 5 this morning! I missed it. Kelly was watching TV and getting ready and told me my pic was on TV. I thought he was telling a lie. Luckily we have a DVR and he rewound it for me and I saw it! Thanks Leland!!! I was so excited. Several people at work saw it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I called my Mom to see if she saw and of course she watches channel 4. Come on Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last night was our last counseling session. Kerry said she was glad it's over, kinda... She is so funny. She  dreads going then we leave, she hates to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I am busy, I just wanted ya to know I am published! HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2454599530105615654-3817764724571365352?l=angkarategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3817764724571365352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2454599530105615654&amp;postID=3817764724571365352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3817764724571365352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2454599530105615654/posts/default/3817764724571365352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angkarategirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-famous.html' title='I am Famous!'/><author><name>ANGIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06301701355625492187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
