<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554</id><updated>2012-02-18T09:30:26.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debi Rooney's Ultimate Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey through loss and sadness and eventually coming out on the other side with hope and triumph!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5745992590767449491</id><published>2012-01-08T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T11:47:30.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Quilts</title><content type='html'>Christmas has proved to be a difficult time without Bill and Patrick here to help celebrate it anymore. There was something different about this year however and I think I know one of the reasons why. There was a special gift given to Sean and Colin. Little did I realize that these special gifts given &lt;i&gt;FROM&lt;/i&gt; me would actually feel like a gift &lt;i&gt;TO&lt;/i&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;A very talented seamstress in Washington made beautiful quilts out of Bill's clothing telling stories that captured wonderful memories of my sons with their father and older brother. Tears were shed as each quilt was opened and then marveled at. Tears turned to smiles as each event was relived. We laughed! Then a sense of healing takes place as we remember all of the great times that we had. I'm convinced that these quilts hold in them an almost magical quality of peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p-Jov05juA/TwnxSiwrvjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nMrg5cTd5aQ/s1600/Colin%2527s+quilt+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p-Jov05juA/TwnxSiwrvjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nMrg5cTd5aQ/s320/Colin%2527s+quilt+.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Colin's Quilt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3H4BSVusKk/Twnxgl57COI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Kjlke_rTG9c/s1600/Sean%2527s+quilt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3H4BSVusKk/Twnxgl57COI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Kjlke_rTG9c/s320/Sean%2527s+quilt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sean's Quilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5745992590767449491?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5745992590767449491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5745992590767449491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5745992590767449491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5745992590767449491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2012/01/story-quilts.html' title='Story Quilts'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3p-Jov05juA/TwnxSiwrvjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nMrg5cTd5aQ/s72-c/Colin%2527s+quilt+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-1799188135388483123</id><published>2011-10-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:31:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandchild</title><content type='html'>&lt;link href="file://localhost/Users/williamrooney/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt; 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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}@page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1 {page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt; /* Style Definitions */table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Grandchild&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Child of my child,&lt;br /&gt;Heart of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile bridges the years between us--&lt;br /&gt;I am young again discovering the world&lt;br /&gt;through your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You have the time to listen&lt;br /&gt;And I have the time to spend.&lt;br /&gt;Delighted to gaze at familiar,&lt;br /&gt;loved features, made new in you again.&lt;br /&gt;Through you, I'll see the future&lt;br /&gt;Through me, you'll know the past&lt;br /&gt;In the present we'll love one another&lt;br /&gt;As long as these moments last.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYtgTjRpkZA/Tq4B4QybA0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7Mi8s9pZrAU/s1600/Reese.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYtgTjRpkZA/Tq4B4QybA0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7Mi8s9pZrAU/s320/Reese.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reesie loves Gigi's glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNIfVNSYffs/Tq4DC1AWMNI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GAO_JiRH06M/s1600/Will+close+up.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNIfVNSYffs/Tq4DC1AWMNI/AAAAAAAAAeg/GAO_JiRH06M/s320/Will+close+up.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will is precious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlbCCcxSrqM/Tq4D-4y2eYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wregje3FyCs/s1600/Will.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlbCCcxSrqM/Tq4D-4y2eYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/wregje3FyCs/s320/Will.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9twvUl3ifL8/Tq4E1bnEVRI/AAAAAAAAAew/pKch1oksmGQ/s1600/Reese+in+a+hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9twvUl3ifL8/Tq4E1bnEVRI/AAAAAAAAAew/pKch1oksmGQ/s320/Reese+in+a+hat.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute is she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXUBSFr0SRY/Tq4Fwvy9X1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/jkZ6eZg0-LM/s1600/hug%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXUBSFr0SRY/Tq4Fwvy9X1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/jkZ6eZg0-LM/s320/hug%2521.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Gee......what's not to like about this pic?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;And a new one on the way! Yay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I only wish that Grandpa Airplane was here to share it with me.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The miracle of life brings sanity to mine and a new perspective of hope! xoxo&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-1799188135388483123?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/1799188135388483123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=1799188135388483123&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1799188135388483123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1799188135388483123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandchild.html' title='Grandchild'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYtgTjRpkZA/Tq4B4QybA0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/7Mi8s9pZrAU/s72-c/Reese.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8612364465657772149</id><published>2011-09-17T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:17:45.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my perfect life back!</title><content type='html'>I want my perfect life back again.........the life that felt so complete!&lt;br /&gt;The life that I had that was full of laughter. The tears I cried were for others not for me.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back that was full of music that made me smile instead of cry. &lt;br /&gt;I want the life again that was focused on raising a family and supporting my husband in all that he did, not this one where all of the responsibility lies with me. I want my simple life again and not this one that feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back again where each day I looked forward to my husband coming home from work just like in the old TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;I want the life back again that relished when my son stopped over and hopped up on the kitchen counter to share with me what was going on in his life.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back where I looked forward to being Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa to grandchildren together not by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want the life again that cherished the words that I heard from my Daughter-in-Law, "I love my life!"&lt;br /&gt;I want a life again that could not comprehend the loss of a child let alone my own.&lt;br /&gt;I want my life back again that never felt lonely, the one that had so much future, the one that felt so full.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have my life back again where at the end of the day I could find comfort and security in the arms of my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtwN2a685g/TnT41IbykRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/K24z-bFAZwU/s1600/009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtwN2a685g/TnT41IbykRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/K24z-bFAZwU/s320/009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X22eoPoyYK8/TnT5XRWLESI/AAAAAAAAAc0/mEwumqxCHqM/s1600/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X22eoPoyYK8/TnT5XRWLESI/AAAAAAAAAc0/mEwumqxCHqM/s320/08.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtMsW2HNPVA/TnT6k00GhOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/i-sRL7oHLQw/s1600/037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VtMsW2HNPVA/TnT6k00GhOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/i-sRL7oHLQw/s320/037.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-coRAGneFZN0/TnT7v-aotRI/AAAAAAAAAc8/C2HYemQk-O0/s1600/046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-coRAGneFZN0/TnT7v-aotRI/AAAAAAAAAc8/C2HYemQk-O0/s320/046.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzklfIaa-2Q/TnT_MOKYX5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/BkOvpvuttzE/s1600/IMG_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzklfIaa-2Q/TnT_MOKYX5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/BkOvpvuttzE/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" width="320" /&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/2990749988188004554-8612364465657772149?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8612364465657772149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8612364465657772149&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8612364465657772149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8612364465657772149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-my-perfect-life-back.html' title='I want my perfect life back!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtwN2a685g/TnT41IbykRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/K24z-bFAZwU/s72-c/009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5068846930335539322</id><published>2011-08-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:32:52.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memory and a smile</title><content type='html'>Memories made me smile today!&lt;br /&gt;Two Christmases before the accident Bill surprised me with my hot little convertible sports car. At some point during our family gift opening I was told to go outside to the garage. I knew something was up but little did I know what! &lt;br /&gt;Then............there she was with one of those big red bows just like the commercial! Oh my goodness! I was so excited and I felt so special! Bill had truly outdone himself!&lt;br /&gt;So as I was driving back home from San Diego today with the top down, I smiled to myself as I thought of that past Christmas when my wonderful and generous husband made me feel special to him. Oh ya, it's good to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeVsqBORUvs/TkiSmRCe8iI/AAAAAAAAAcs/3qVSN-1ympg/s1600/Lexus+sc430" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeVsqBORUvs/TkiSmRCe8iI/AAAAAAAAAcs/3qVSN-1ympg/s1600/Lexus+sc430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5068846930335539322?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5068846930335539322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5068846930335539322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5068846930335539322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5068846930335539322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/08/memory-and-smile.html' title='memory and a smile'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeVsqBORUvs/TkiSmRCe8iI/AAAAAAAAAcs/3qVSN-1ympg/s72-c/Lexus+sc430' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-9077937361049546595</id><published>2011-06-28T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:17:58.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I've dreaded</title><content type='html'>The final report from the NTSB was published today and I thought I'd be able to handle it. I've heard it all before after all. There's only one problem.........this report is final! I just have to tell myself that Bill would never take a chance. He just wasn't like that. He would never disregard his family or the family of his son. NEVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate going back to that day and wondering if they knew what was happening upon take off. Was there any time? Were they scared? Oh my goodness......did they feel any pain?&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please wrap me in your blanket of mercy and comfort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 59:16 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb8ozN-_l0A/Tgq0qARtKjI/AAAAAAAAAco/uwCdzspcmOI/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb8ozN-_l0A/Tgq0qARtKjI/AAAAAAAAAco/uwCdzspcmOI/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" width="320" /&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/2990749988188004554-9077937361049546595?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/9077937361049546595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=9077937361049546595&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/9077937361049546595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/9077937361049546595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-ive-dreaded.html' title='The day I&apos;ve dreaded'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb8ozN-_l0A/Tgq0qARtKjI/AAAAAAAAAco/uwCdzspcmOI/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5639287408163021498</id><published>2011-06-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:59:08.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is a roller coaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-ygqyKiKoQ/Tew-DWCSS4I/AAAAAAAAAck/0XWOar7mSkA/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-ygqyKiKoQ/Tew-DWCSS4I/AAAAAAAAAck/0XWOar7mSkA/s1600/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A roller coaster of emotion, I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I feel as though I'm kinda back to normal and then I fall back into the deep pit of despair. One day I say to myself, "I will have happiness again" and then all I can think about is the broken dream. Some mornings I wake up feeling strong enough to make it through the day while other days I still have to ask the Lord to carry me to the end of it. There are times when I snicker to myself, "I get to watch whatever I want on TV tonight" or "I don't have to make dinner tonight!" But really I'd give anything to watch a movie again with my husband after making his favorite meal! I was sick recently and felt so lonely not having Bill there to take care of me. I've never been fond of roller coasters and I don't like this new life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5639287408163021498?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5639287408163021498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5639287408163021498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5639287408163021498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5639287408163021498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-life-is-roller-coaster.html' title='My life is a roller coaster!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T-ygqyKiKoQ/Tew-DWCSS4I/AAAAAAAAAck/0XWOar7mSkA/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8211007150372053919</id><published>2011-05-15T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:40:14.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every act of evil extracts a tear from God,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;every plunge into anguish extracts a sob from God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament For A Son &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mother's Day comes I can't help but think about Patrick and how much I miss him. Unless one has experienced the pain of losing a child (even an adult child) it's hard to understand the depth of the hurt. When Patrick died, a part of me died with him. I'm not the same person and I never will be that person again. These pictures take me back to sweet, happy times as a Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fqmp7OJpcw/TdBtjiXvL_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZgJzQjBylUo/s1600/004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fqmp7OJpcw/TdBtjiXvL_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZgJzQjBylUo/s320/004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rw-2wDBiRI/TdBsZQwukCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SchvfYLhqsg/s1600/016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2rw-2wDBiRI/TdBsZQwukCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/SchvfYLhqsg/s320/016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture cracks me up! Patrick is sitting with the construction workers at lunch while they tell him jokes. Notice his t-shirt is backwards!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fHeZsfXdXI/TdBuRkC_-2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/AEAsnC6y6n0/s1600/011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6fHeZsfXdXI/TdBuRkC_-2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/AEAsnC6y6n0/s320/011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hunting started early!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-8211007150372053919?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8211007150372053919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8211007150372053919&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8211007150372053919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8211007150372053919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fqmp7OJpcw/TdBtjiXvL_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ZgJzQjBylUo/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7456737638921392760</id><published>2011-05-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:04:47.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill's Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jL9KokD61E/TcApA9E8xeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BkXEI8GDmls/s1600/IMG_3064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jL9KokD61E/TcApA9E8xeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BkXEI8GDmls/s320/IMG_3064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pepperdine University Graduation 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIEB8YyD2hI/TcAs9sX_n-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/a50H6H0xyPY/s1600/IMG_3098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIEB8YyD2hI/TcAs9sX_n-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/a50H6H0xyPY/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So fun when they throw their caps!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqKHNx8uYM0/TcByD0i8TzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4TtUMBVDFYY/s1600/IMG_3103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XqKHNx8uYM0/TcByD0i8TzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4TtUMBVDFYY/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all very proud of Colin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill would have turned 57 this past Saturday. Instead of sadness that he's not here anymore to celebrate, we experienced great joy and happiness because Colin graduated from college. We're so proud! Bill would've been so proud too and felt it the perfect gift! Having Will along with us somehow felt connected to Patrick who also graduated from Pepperdine University. He would have been proud of his baby brother for sure! It was a windy but beautiful day and Will behaved wonderfully! It's hard enough for an adult to pay attention to some of the speeches let alone a three year old! Huge accomplishment Colin. Way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7456737638921392760?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7456737638921392760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7456737638921392760&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7456737638921392760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7456737638921392760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/05/bills-birthday-present.html' title='Bill&apos;s Birthday Present'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0jL9KokD61E/TcApA9E8xeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/BkXEI8GDmls/s72-c/IMG_3064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7671876333517589047</id><published>2011-03-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:17:12.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Today would've been our 29th wedding anniversary.....WOW! I know we would've made it too. Our commitment to each other was true to the core! The song I've posted has a crazy video but I'm so sure that the tune would've been one that Bill and I would get a kick out of.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take each other for granted. Love each other forever from the bottom of your hearts! Live a life of no regrets........OK Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5iDPw_qjhtM" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7671876333517589047?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7671876333517589047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7671876333517589047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7671876333517589047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7671876333517589047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/03/wedding-anniversary.html' title='Wedding Anniversary!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5iDPw_qjhtM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-981615283888384692</id><published>2011-03-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:16:19.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>These days I'm struggling with change. Most of the time it makes me sad. During what seems like a very long time ago it didn't bother me so much. In fact, I welcomed it. I like the change of seasons and I enjoy a change of scenery. I love to change clothes and get comfortable and I really like a little change in my purse! It's so exciting to change countries and see things that I've never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change of your mind can be a good or bad thing, it just depends. A policy change can be something for the better but I don't really like most of the policy change being made in our country today. The change in wind direction can mean a storm is on the way or the Santa Ana winds are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like rule changes in the middle of the game. It's hard to adjust to an address change (well, maybe not if it's to the Italian countryside!) What I don't like is life change! I know that it's inevitable and it can be a healthy thing. I'm just not ready for it. I also know that this is my problem and no one else's. It's just hard! I'd like to be able to embrace it and hopefully someday I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;"God grant me the Serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom to know the difference."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0UeCNcofgBk/TXQxG5HVaHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xeQ4k2bsvZY/s1600/seasons-montage.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0UeCNcofgBk/TXQxG5HVaHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xeQ4k2bsvZY/s320/seasons-montage.png" width="286" /&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/2990749988188004554-981615283888384692?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/981615283888384692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=981615283888384692&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/981615283888384692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/981615283888384692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0UeCNcofgBk/TXQxG5HVaHI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xeQ4k2bsvZY/s72-c/seasons-montage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-3032392515125940664</id><published>2011-02-06T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:19:41.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out, come out, wherever you are!</title><content type='html'>Whew! The coast is clear! I can come out of hiding now! January is finally over and I can say goodbye to a terrible month! I wouldn't mind if it was removed from the calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas and everything that it represents and I always have. When it's over, I'm really bummed. So when January arrives and I have to clean and pack up all of the decorations that I love to put out, I get a little bit sad. No.....I get really sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then New Years brings resolutions and resolutions reminds me of the ones that I broke last year. I can't help but be a little disappointed in myself. I didn't lose the weight, I didn't spend time on my creative side and I didn't get organized after all! YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on top of it all, it's my birthday! DOUBLE YUCK!! Who likes getting older? Not me! Older brings new wrinkles, an expanded waistline, a slower step and more aches and pains. It's just a reminder that I'm closer to the end. Boy! I really sound depressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that the accident happened in January either. I'm sure that &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; in itself magnifies my sadness. A new year starts and I should feel hopeful but I just don't. So now it's February and my "Valentine" is gone and I need to muster up the effort to smile. I pray to find meaning in what seems meaningless and hope in what seems hopeless. The Lord promises me that He's with me and believe me, I wouldn't have made it this far if He wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"....but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint" Isaiah 40:31&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TU9UeWqiN5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/KfXakYhnNUE/s1600/IMG_2938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TU9UeWqiN5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/KfXakYhnNUE/s320/IMG_2938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steamboat in January 2011&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-3032392515125940664?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/3032392515125940664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=3032392515125940664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3032392515125940664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3032392515125940664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come out, come out, wherever you are!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TU9UeWqiN5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/KfXakYhnNUE/s72-c/IMG_2938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5023630204347355042</id><published>2011-01-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:04:48.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Home by Mercy Me</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I'll ever be able to listen to this song without crying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng3hXrhaGRU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ng3hXrhaGRU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5023630204347355042?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5023630204347355042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5023630204347355042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5023630204347355042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5023630204347355042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-home-by-mercy-me.html' title='Finally Home by Mercy Me'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-2866727764126027044</id><published>2010-12-19T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:28:06.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you bring my Husband and Son back this Christmas as my gift? It's all I want and I've been a very good girl! I've been brave and put a smile on my face even when I didn't feel like it. I've kept putting one foot in front of the other with God's help even when my legs wouldn't move.&amp;nbsp; My strength is gone and my smile wanes. I'm just not the same girl that I used to be. If I could only see them again to give them a hug and tell them how much I love them I'd be so happy. Christmas would be perfect if you'd only give me the gift that I'm asking for. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Debi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TQ7165bdTkI/AAAAAAAAAao/zIr4zJYlV8A/s1600/anniv040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TQ7165bdTkI/AAAAAAAAAao/zIr4zJYlV8A/s320/anniv040.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TQ72afJjfGI/AAAAAAAAAas/9UWB2gcUIp8/s1600/Photo4of24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TQ72afJjfGI/AAAAAAAAAas/9UWB2gcUIp8/s320/Photo4of24.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-2866727764126027044?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/2866727764126027044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=2866727764126027044&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2866727764126027044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2866727764126027044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TQ7165bdTkI/AAAAAAAAAao/zIr4zJYlV8A/s72-c/anniv040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7992713845006232312</id><published>2010-11-22T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:55:12.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is thankfulness?</title><content type='html'>Since my last "feeling sorry for myself" post I've had a revelation of sorts. I can get up in the morning and choose each day to be thankful for what I have! Trust me, it's not easy; it's possible though. I've made some headway since last year and I give that to God for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a recent church sermon preparing us for the Thanksgiving holiday I was reminded that in&lt;br /&gt;I Thessalonians 5:18 we are called to: "Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." Hmmmm, all circumstances? Yep.......all circumstances! Even when I've lost my husband and son in an airplane crash? Even when I feel that my world has come crashing down? Even when my tears won't stop flowing? How about when I see Patrick's children without their earthly Father who loved them so much? Yep........even then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that look like in real life? I can't say that I know for sure. I'm trusting that if God said it then it's true and it's possible and I'll keep holding on to it. I'll try a new perspective when I can. Being thankful puts my focus in the right place. I'm not sick. I get up each morning maybe a little more slowly but I get up. I have a beautiful home with family and friends to love. I have food on my table with more overflowing. I have clothes to wear and a church to go to and I can express myself in a free country. I have MUCH to be thankful for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtC6gnW4wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/l1xYEzJM5Wk/s1600/IMG_5598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtC6gnW4wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/l1xYEzJM5Wk/s320/IMG_5598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will and Colin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtET5cXovI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5mv5km85lPU/s1600/IMG_2564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtET5cXovI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5mv5km85lPU/s320/IMG_2564.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reesie with her new puppy! (notice the pigtails!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtFAPiVORI/AAAAAAAAAac/GzLhrIyM-u4/s1600/IMG_2593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtFAPiVORI/AAAAAAAAAac/GzLhrIyM-u4/s320/IMG_2593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;left to right&lt;br /&gt;Colin Rooney, Bobby Sole, Sean Rooney, Bryan Johnston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtFosJ5p5I/AAAAAAAAAag/7l-G3tb8VYc/s1600/IMG_2594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtFosJ5p5I/AAAAAAAAAag/7l-G3tb8VYc/s320/IMG_2594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrick would have turned 28 on November 17th, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift! Live in thankfulness for that gift!&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7992713845006232312?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7992713845006232312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7992713845006232312&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7992713845006232312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7992713845006232312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-thankfulness.html' title='What is thankfulness?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TOtC6gnW4wI/AAAAAAAAAaU/l1xYEzJM5Wk/s72-c/IMG_5598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-4818654571358895424</id><published>2010-11-07T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:01:24.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! It's already November.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted for awhile and I can really feel it. There are things that I need to get off of my chest! When I get up in the morning and look outside at the new day I can hardly believe that Bill and Patrick are gone! It's strange the hand I've been dealt. Things seem normal sometimes but then again sometimes they feel terribly wrong! I go about my day but there are moments when I want to scream, "Hey everyone! Don't you get it? My husband and son are dead!" There...... I said the word. "Dead", it's an awful word of finality. I can't get it out of my mouth most of the time. But that's the way it is, that's my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret. If I died today it wouldn't bother me. I'd get to be with them. I'd get to be in heaven. Don't get me wrong, I'm not wishing that I would die. I'm just saying that if I did, I'd be fine with that. Losing a husband and a son at the same time has shaken me to the core. I'll never be the same. I need to give myself permission to travel this journey however long it takes. Hopefully, you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk through my entryway every night, I'm reminded that Patrick loved the holidays and when he was in Steamboat a few years back he brought back a lit fall tree for me and Erynn. I couldn't put it up last year but now that I have this season, I smile when I walk by it because I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TNdnPN4fncI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LENEd3vdgW0/s1600/IMG_2465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TNdnPN4fncI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LENEd3vdgW0/s320/IMG_2465.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_86572340"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_86572341"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-4818654571358895424?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/4818654571358895424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=4818654571358895424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4818654571358895424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4818654571358895424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-its-already-november.html' title='Wow! It&apos;s already November.'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TNdnPN4fncI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LENEd3vdgW0/s72-c/IMG_2465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7632037624190190994</id><published>2010-09-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:45:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter..........and a little boy</title><content type='html'>They say that laughter is the best medicine and I believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Solomon  in Ecclesiastes says that there is a time to weep and a time to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;This  was our time to laugh and it felt soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful. So  far He's blessed me with two darling grandchildren that bring incredible  joy to my life. I'm very thankful. It's funny because it wasn't too  long ago when I struggled to find anything to be thankful for.  Hmmmm.............maybe the healing is beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video characters:&lt;br /&gt;Erynn (Mommy): filming&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Bam Bam (Sean): driving and speaking in Japanese =)&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jana: in car laughing&lt;br /&gt;GiGi (Debi): referred to by Will, sitting in way back&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Eeee (Colin): referred to by Will saying "sushi" and "was up mein?"&lt;br /&gt;Will: The Main Attraction!&lt;br /&gt;Reese: Baby Sis and finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FK2JopsEIOM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK2JopsEIOM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK2JopsEIOM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7632037624190190994?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7632037624190190994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7632037624190190994&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7632037624190190994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7632037624190190994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/09/laughterand-little-boy.html' title='Laughter..........and a little boy'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-105198844857506620</id><published>2010-09-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:59:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TIP2KBgdvbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LlfywI6ukTQ/s1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TIP2KBgdvbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LlfywI6ukTQ/s320/dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521020895346098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've prayed that I would see you in my dreams, both of you. Recently my prayer was answered. It's not the first time. It was so nice to have you both there though.......at the same time. I don't remember much detail but we were traveling by train together and I felt good. When I woke up I was overwhelmed with a good feeling as if you were both telling me that it's ok, that you're with me still just a slight dimension away. I wished that I could go back to sleep to be with you both again. That's the only bad part, not wanting to wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-105198844857506620?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/105198844857506620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=105198844857506620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/105198844857506620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/105198844857506620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/09/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TIP2KBgdvbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/LlfywI6ukTQ/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-227750708736694991</id><published>2010-08-01T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:36:00.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TFYe0pU-uXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JOAqX4Lk9IM/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TFYe0pU-uXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JOAqX4Lk9IM/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500617884675520882" 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;I think it's time for me to start putting things away that belong to Bill.&lt;br /&gt;He isn't coming back after all.&lt;br /&gt;His clothes are hanging on the rack in the bathroom. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven't been able to face the fact that he really isn't going to come&lt;br /&gt;through the door ever again yelling WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;His slippers and a pair of shoes are sitting in front of the closet like they've been&lt;br /&gt;for a year and a half.............just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;It's terrifying to realize that I'm alone without the part&lt;br /&gt;that made me feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep inside of me I need to find the me that came before him.&lt;br /&gt;But that was so long ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-227750708736694991?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/227750708736694991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=227750708736694991&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/227750708736694991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/227750708736694991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TFYe0pU-uXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/JOAqX4Lk9IM/s72-c/IMG_2279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5095287302411990085</id><published>2010-07-16T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:10:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections in Steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChsgQHUSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iXLMiwjj94k/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm in Steamboat and I'm enjoying it. It's beautiful here! We did this  more for Bill though. This is where he really looked forward to spending  his time. He loved it here and I'm sad that I don't get to savor the  time here together with him. This was his conception. Every place I look  I want to turn to him and say "This turned out great!" But it's more  than that. He loved the outdoors and this is where he was going to fill  that love. Instead I'm doing it without him. I miss the opportunity to  hear him say "Welcome to God's country!" Steamboat is filled with down  to earth nice people, no traffic and great beauty and I wish so much  that Bill was here to enjoy it with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChsgQHUSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iXLMiwjj94k/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChsgQHUSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iXLMiwjj94k/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChsgQHUSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iXLMiwjj94k/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494569331335844130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill loved his Gator! Now Colin gets to love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TECjUNGpdzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s2oJliRxpkc/s1600/IMG_2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TECjUNGpdzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/s2oJliRxpkc/s320/IMG_2222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494571112902260530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'd be sitting in this chair admiring his territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChtYsMQbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_OfxUfhht8A/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChtYsMQbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/_OfxUfhht8A/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494569346485993906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'd be smiling at this gorgeous sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChrhpXEtI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LGtap8OPBjk/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChrhpXEtI/AAAAAAAAAZM/LGtap8OPBjk/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494569314530300626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He'd be smiling at this rainbow too&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/2990749988188004554-5095287302411990085?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5095287302411990085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5095287302411990085&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5095287302411990085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5095287302411990085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/07/reflections-in-steamboat.html' title='Reflections in Steamboat'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TEChsgQHUSI/AAAAAAAAAZU/iXLMiwjj94k/s72-c/IMG_2217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-364848222208870868</id><published>2010-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:42:20.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does a Father pass on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name,&lt;br /&gt;His looks,&lt;br /&gt;His smile,&lt;br /&gt;The  way that he walks.&lt;br /&gt;He passes on&lt;br /&gt;His sense of humor,His  compassion, His generosity&lt;br /&gt;and How to love.&lt;br /&gt;He passes on&lt;br /&gt;His  integrity, His faith,&lt;br /&gt;His confidence and.....oops! His temper.&lt;br /&gt;He  passes on&lt;br /&gt;His mechanical skills,&lt;br /&gt;His business mind and&lt;br /&gt;His  common sense.&lt;br /&gt;He passes on&lt;br /&gt;His love of hunting and the great  outdoors&lt;br /&gt;and His talent for baseball.&lt;br /&gt;He passes on&lt;br /&gt;His way with  people,&lt;br /&gt;His tenderness and&lt;br /&gt;the love he has for his family.&lt;br /&gt;Happy  Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2pGuMYh8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/D0AiGJhi3dE/s1600/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2pGuMYh8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/D0AiGJhi3dE/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484725854151411650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2jQoe1a7I/AAAAAAAAAY0/6P1dtx3FHfM/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2Dypt7i9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/7KtXNrJ-Q34/s320/shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484684827422329810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2DyTBJkUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K205qoSIiyc/s1600/get-attachment.aspx_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2DyTBJkUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/K205qoSIiyc/s320/get-attachment.aspx_3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484684821328924994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2DyEar13I/AAAAAAAAAYU/2gRyymJ6-7I/s1600/B0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2DyEar13I/AAAAAAAAAYU/2gRyymJ6-7I/s320/B0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484684817409496946" 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/2990749988188004554-364848222208870868?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/364848222208870868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=364848222208870868&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/364848222208870868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/364848222208870868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-does-father-pass-on.html' title='What does a Father pass on?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TB2pGuMYh8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/D0AiGJhi3dE/s72-c/IMG_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7298351473779627468</id><published>2010-06-01T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:52:53.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Bracelets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TAXFkm0PhUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JHGPWqyRxK4/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TAXFkm0PhUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JHGPWqyRxK4/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001754451707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see green bracelets my heart skips a beat!&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wear one, it's OK.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'm sure, I'll take mine off.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm touched when I see one.&lt;br /&gt;It could be my Dad,&lt;br /&gt;my sister,&lt;br /&gt;or my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I might see one on Colin's baseball teammate,&lt;br /&gt;one of Patrick's dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;or even my banker!&lt;br /&gt;It might be my daughter-in-law's sister or aunt,&lt;br /&gt;a friend of my nephew's, or even a note that says Patrick's Little League All-star teammate still keeps his on too.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm asked to send one to one of Patrick's Pepperdine baseball teammates, I smile.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it comforts me to know Bill and Patrick are still remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7298351473779627468?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7298351473779627468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7298351473779627468&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7298351473779627468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7298351473779627468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-bracelets.html' title='Green Bracelets'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/TAXFkm0PhUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JHGPWqyRxK4/s72-c/IMG_2194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-881396043619354443</id><published>2010-05-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:31:59.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nt-n-hBaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2pngw2yKW-0/s1600/IMG_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For our 10th wedding anniversary Bill took me to France! It was a wonderful trip! Among other things, we visited Monet's garden outside of Paris in Giverney and there our love for beautiful gardens began. Especially our love of roses! We came home and tried to mimic some of what we saw. It worked to a large degree and in the spring, especially this spring, I venture into the garden, see the roses, and think of Bill! How sweet he was to get on board with roses! I actually think he liked them too! We seemed to be on the same page when it came to decor and how we wanted our home to look. I was so lucky that way......thank you Bill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no8Sspn3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/bUr-dTStVeU/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlA8fs72I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3L4bFvCJIxM/s1600/Scan+101430000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlA8fs72I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3L4bFvCJIxM/s320/Scan+101430000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474658626447404898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monet's Garden.......Inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlBOL7BKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kGb8kTNpYa8/s1600/Scan+101430001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlBOL7BKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kGb8kTNpYa8/s320/Scan+101430001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474658631196279970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlBrFwocI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cyETAetfLKY/s1600/Scan+101430002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlBrFwocI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cyETAetfLKY/s320/Scan+101430002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474658638955061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nmoQ5EnRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kdyUxMmyNLA/s1600/Scan+101430003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nmoQ5EnRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kdyUxMmyNLA/s320/Scan+101430003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474660401449049362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill had to put on a suit for the restaurant we were going to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no8KDwr9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/f51BmfY-R94/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no8KDwr9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/f51BmfY-R94/s320/IMG_2120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474662942235471826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our backyard. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no7XIIIyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/pVMLzSGO5rg/s1600/IMG_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no7XIIIyI/AAAAAAAAAXk/pVMLzSGO5rg/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474662928563577634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, our dogs live behind those doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nmo3UtLhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zK0wpSr1o44/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nmo3UtLhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zK0wpSr1o44/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474660411765501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no8Sspn3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/bUr-dTStVeU/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_no8Sspn3I/AAAAAAAAAX0/bUr-dTStVeU/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474662944554458994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nt-n-hBaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2pngw2yKW-0/s1600/IMG_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nt-n-hBaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2pngw2yKW-0/s320/IMG_2124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474668482184414626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nmoQ5EnRI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kdyUxMmyNLA/s1600/Scan+101430003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nt-EicsbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/F1aTB7IzHcw/s1600/IMG_2117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nt-EicsbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/F1aTB7IzHcw/s320/IMG_2117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474668472671449522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is in my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love planted a rose and the world turned sweet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlBrFwocI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cyETAetfLKY/s1600/Scan+101430002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlBOL7BKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/kGb8kTNpYa8/s1600/Scan+101430001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlA8fs72I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3L4bFvCJIxM/s1600/Scan+101430000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-881396043619354443?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/881396043619354443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=881396043619354443&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/881396043619354443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/881396043619354443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S_nlA8fs72I/AAAAAAAAAW0/3L4bFvCJIxM/s72-c/Scan+101430000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5135692367165568078</id><published>2010-05-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:37:43.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S-owGEDzOlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Ol8md8GPhOU/s1600/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S-owGEDzOlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Ol8md8GPhOU/s320/045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470237578121919058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S-owF-IwMzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QppyxhkDfgM/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S-owF-IwMzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QppyxhkDfgM/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470237576532079410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about days like Mother's Day and Father's Day very differently now. I don't really like them. I called them "Hallmark Holidays" before. I didn't need a special day that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt; decided was a day to be celebrated. I felt special and loved most of the time anyway! These holidays were designed by the retail industry to make us spend our money. Now, I think of all the people who wish that these days didn't serve as a reminder of what they lost. Next,  I think of anyone who actually loses a child or parent on Mother's Day or Father's Day...............worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I tell myself to get through this? I say things like, "it could be worse!" or, "I'm thankful I had them in the first place" and sometimes even, "I'll see them in heaven some day." It makes sense in my head but not always in my heart. Remember to cherish every moment; keep the people you love close!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5135692367165568078?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5135692367165568078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5135692367165568078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5135692367165568078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5135692367165568078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S-owGEDzOlI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Ol8md8GPhOU/s72-c/045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7879371376133517493</id><published>2010-05-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:24:15.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94VR__fBsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HJb1rM3M6BE/s1600/IMG_2130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94VR__fBsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HJb1rM3M6BE/s320/IMG_2130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466830396654028482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94VRc9Cg8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6zWHvzjMvGY/s1600/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94VRc9Cg8I/AAAAAAAAAWU/6zWHvzjMvGY/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466830387248530370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Tezo9JbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8pqR4p0kgrY/s1600/IMG_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Tezo9JbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/8pqR4p0kgrY/s320/IMG_2136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466828417653351858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda weird seeing a model airplane flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Tejj2USI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WvLdEPIH48E/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Tejj2USI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WvLdEPIH48E/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466828413336965410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Td4MX08I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ogv_X2tOcCQ/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Td4MX08I/AAAAAAAAAV8/Ogv_X2tOcCQ/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466828401695773634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Ry6V7atI/AAAAAAAAAV0/MqSpJqIntvY/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Ry6V7atI/AAAAAAAAAV0/MqSpJqIntvY/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466826564026723026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94RycfhomI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iawMwmJEXyk/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94RycfhomI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iawMwmJEXyk/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466826556013912674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Rx7CyjNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iHZAvoJ_qww/s1600/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94Rx7CyjNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iHZAvoJ_qww/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466826547035016402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill missed another birthday. He would've been 56. I always envied the fact that he didn't really mind getting older. He insisted he'd get an eye job one of these days though. He was great to have around. He was fun, he made life an adventure! I feel less than whole without him........ come to think of it, I feel barely a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to be in Steamboat again for the big day but was warned of a snow storm that would probably make an already sad day even more gloomy. It was beautiful here in California. My sweet sister went with me to a local trail that Bill and I hiked to regularly and let off notes attached to balloons. I know it's not environmentally friendly but I'm not sure that I care right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The card read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I said a prayer for you today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way I always do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thank God for the precious gift &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;of sharing life with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Him for the way we met,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way we fell in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Realizing now that&lt;br /&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;was watching from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And then I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;for every special blessing He could send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;For you-my one and only,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;my husband and my friend.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday With All My Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7879371376133517493?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7879371376133517493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7879371376133517493&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7879371376133517493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7879371376133517493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-bill.html' title='Happy Birthday Bill!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S94VR__fBsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HJb1rM3M6BE/s72-c/IMG_2130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8515539442822276127</id><published>2010-04-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:46:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick.......Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9Xexyj4a0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/EXlaHBlzt6Y/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9Xexyj4a0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/EXlaHBlzt6Y/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518669851192130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XexVyyuqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/E5YtvWdEOLk/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XexVyyuqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/E5YtvWdEOLk/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518662129105570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9Xew022_xI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8MkOrHrzDgk/s1600/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9Xew022_xI/AAAAAAAAAVM/8MkOrHrzDgk/s320/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518653287792402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdcoNHRmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/j3_Q4A8YMFI/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdcoNHRmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/j3_Q4A8YMFI/s320/120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464517206782461538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdcBx4bjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/plcH5nACq_M/s1600/IMG_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdcBx4bjI/AAAAAAAAAU8/plcH5nACq_M/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464517196467695154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdbgrxYoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ddFqG6pxXc8/s1600/IMG_3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdbgrxYoI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ddFqG6pxXc8/s320/IMG_3807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464517187583697538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdbIKESTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z29dvRBxAgI/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9XdbIKESTI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z29dvRBxAgI/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464517180999878962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the struggle to survive this awful sorrow is just too much to take.&lt;br /&gt;When I see a young Father with his kids I feel ripped off for Will and Reese. Patrick was going to be such a great Dad! He wanted to be a Father so much! When I realize that Will and Reese aren't going to get the opportunity to know Patrick I wonder where the sense of that is? What is the justification, God? Please tell me! I don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, there are many of us that will tell stories about Patrick to Will and Reese. We'll tell them how much he loved them but it won't be the same! I want to see Patrick hold his kids and throw them up in the air laughing! I want him to hug and kiss them until they giggle uncontrollably! I would've loved to see Patrick teach them and play with them like a loving Daddy would do. I feel so jipped!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-8515539442822276127?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8515539442822276127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8515539442822276127&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8515539442822276127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8515539442822276127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/04/patrickdaddy.html' title='Patrick.......Daddy'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S9Xexyj4a0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/EXlaHBlzt6Y/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7316269886123149282</id><published>2010-04-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:12:08.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Widow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S7_5XeJZZOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/npBLgCqy4Ok/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S7_5XeJZZOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/npBLgCqy4Ok/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458355455021114594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had to sign some papers. I showed up to the appointment with much anticipation. "This is my first business transaction to do all by myself" I said to myself. (Bill was an expert at it) I sat down at the conference table and looked at the stack of paperwork in front of me. Oh my gosh!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debra A. Rooney, Widow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? That's what I am now? A widow?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in shock and feel a little light headed.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a better word.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't I always get to check the married box?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have any pictures by myself!&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to accept this? Do I have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. It's what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7316269886123149282?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7316269886123149282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7316269886123149282&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7316269886123149282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7316269886123149282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/04/widow.html' title='Widow?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S7_5XeJZZOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/npBLgCqy4Ok/s72-c/IMG_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-2141115550508698079</id><published>2010-04-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:22:32.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Click on this and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.americangreetings.com/ecards/view.pd?i=334097358&amp;amp;m=5641&amp;amp;source=yahoo992" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.yahoo.&lt;wbr&gt;americangreetings.com/ecards/&lt;wbr&gt;view.pd?i=334097358&amp;amp;m=5641&amp;amp;&lt;wbr&gt;source=yahoo992&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-2141115550508698079?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/2141115550508698079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=2141115550508698079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2141115550508698079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2141115550508698079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8392148202554375613</id><published>2010-03-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:39:20.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYHMC5iOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8fMXaf9dQHo/s1600-h/062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYHMC5iOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8fMXaf9dQHo/s320/062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450578329540856034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYGdlEf-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/_8tVOKDvGFY/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYGdlEf-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/_8tVOKDvGFY/s320/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450578317067714530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYF7cRTVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1R2bbWQfZCw/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYF7cRTVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/1R2bbWQfZCw/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450578307903999314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I'm feeling ok, memories then emotions take over! After that comes the river of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You have taken account of my wanderings, put my tears in Your bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 56:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-8392148202554375613?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8392148202554375613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8392148202554375613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8392148202554375613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8392148202554375613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/03/strange-thing.html' title='Strange Thing'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S6RYHMC5iOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/8fMXaf9dQHo/s72-c/062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-1844531085410518851</id><published>2010-03-09T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:32:46.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese's Pieces Has A Candy Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceKesjkVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AwsaqNEqwVY/s1600-h/IMG_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceKesjkVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AwsaqNEqwVY/s320/IMG_2102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446855439715373394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceJiUyv3I/AAAAAAAAATs/yFi4M92-Rik/s1600-h/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceJiUyv3I/AAAAAAAAATs/yFi4M92-Rik/s320/IMG_2107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446855423509577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceJNZsFPI/AAAAAAAAATk/q_kBhVyEaqk/s1600-h/IMG_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceJNZsFPI/AAAAAAAAATk/q_kBhVyEaqk/s320/IMG_4397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446855417892967666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceIQRrmaI/AAAAAAAAATc/kcPvMd8WCSs/s1600-h/IMG_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceIQRrmaI/AAAAAAAAATc/kcPvMd8WCSs/s320/IMG_4402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446855401484818850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Reese just turned 1!&lt;br /&gt;What a darling little blessing you are sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;Her party was delightful thanks to a very creative Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Candy everywhere, even on the front door!&lt;br /&gt;My only wish.......Daddy &amp;amp; Grandpa were there to share the fun. XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-1844531085410518851?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/1844531085410518851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=1844531085410518851&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1844531085410518851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1844531085410518851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/03/reeses-pieces-has-candy-party.html' title='Reese&apos;s Pieces Has A Candy Party!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S5ceKesjkVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/AwsaqNEqwVY/s72-c/IMG_2102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-3681457744265232055</id><published>2010-02-24T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:20:58.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before February ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S4XsGIhgA3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/I3xbcxVhhyo/s1600-h/Rooney_4206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S4XsGIhgA3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/I3xbcxVhhyo/s320/Rooney_4206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442015314858476402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the month for love.&lt;br /&gt;Besides everything, what did I love about you?&lt;br /&gt;I loved......&lt;br /&gt;to hold your hand,&lt;br /&gt;our hikes in the hills,&lt;br /&gt;getting compliments from you about the breakfasts I cooked for you,&lt;br /&gt;the way you could fix anything,&lt;br /&gt;checking the back of your hair making sure you covered your cowlick &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;how you adored Will and chanted "Grandpa's Boy" over and over again when you held him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when we......&lt;br /&gt;talked politics,&lt;br /&gt;made Home Depot runs together,&lt;br /&gt;sat by the fire in the evening with a glass of wine,&lt;br /&gt;went to lots and lots of baseball games,&lt;br /&gt;traveled together to places all over the country &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;realized at the same moments how blessed we were by our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when you........&lt;br /&gt;complained that nothing was accomplished on your to do list, you only added things,&lt;br /&gt;took care of me when I was sick,&lt;br /&gt;exaggerated everything,&lt;br /&gt;answered the phone with "Rooney Here!",&lt;br /&gt;forgot things and blamed it on Old Timers disease &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep early almost every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even loved it when you........&lt;br /&gt;blamed the cleaning ladies when you couldn't find something,&lt;br /&gt;said I was dumb for watching reality TV,&lt;br /&gt;got aggravated because you couldn't reach me on my cell phone,&lt;br /&gt;woke me up watching TV in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep,&lt;br /&gt;talked to yourself with hand gestures &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;came back into the house time after time on your way to work forgetting one thing or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved your.......&lt;br /&gt;generosity,&lt;br /&gt;kindness,&lt;br /&gt;common sense,&lt;br /&gt;humbleness,&lt;br /&gt;corny jokes &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;positive outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you terribly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-3681457744265232055?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/3681457744265232055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=3681457744265232055&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3681457744265232055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3681457744265232055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/02/before-february-ends.html' title='Before February ends'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S4XsGIhgA3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/I3xbcxVhhyo/s72-c/Rooney_4206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7405124073935108204</id><published>2010-02-12T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:17:05.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad</title><content type='html'>Today I feel sad. For the first time I really didn't want to get out of bed. I had to finally force myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read todays devotion from "Streams In The Desert".........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance has not brought this ill to me;&lt;br /&gt;It's God's own hand, so let it be,&lt;br /&gt;For He sees what I cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;There is a purpose for each pain,&lt;br /&gt;And He one day will make it plain&lt;br /&gt;That earthly loss is heavenly gain.&lt;br /&gt;Like as a piece of tapestry&lt;br /&gt;Viewed from the back appears to be&lt;br /&gt;Only threads tangled hopelessly;&lt;br /&gt;But in the front a picture fair&lt;br /&gt;Rewards the worker for his care,&lt;br /&gt;Proving his skill and patience rare.&lt;br /&gt;You are the Workman, I the frame,&lt;br /&gt;Lord for the glory of Your Name,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Your image on the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of this are very hard for me to swallow but I'll keep trusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7405124073935108204?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7405124073935108204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7405124073935108204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7405124073935108204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7405124073935108204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7236077656551243416</id><published>2010-02-01T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:11:31.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to "Happily Ever After?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S2cmbtfeF2I/AAAAAAAAASs/mVHf5Sn6wG8/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S2cmbtfeF2I/AAAAAAAAASs/mVHf5Sn6wG8/s320/022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433353732955707234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl. She grew up to be a head strong young woman who had all kinds of ideas about who she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to travel the world. There was so much to see and experience. She was quite independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she met the man of her dreams and she changed all of her plans. She wanted to marry him and start a family and she did. "She" became a "they" and together they raised three marvelous boys and had a really nice life full of fun and laughter. There was school, sports and lots of vacations to go on. Great memories were made with family and friends. Life was good. No, life was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a horrible day not long ago all of that changed. The rug got taken out from under that girl while she was experiencing that great life. The man of her dreams along with one of those marvelous sons went to heaven and left her to cry rivers of tears. Her "happily ever after" was destroyed in an instant. Now she wonders what to do. She wonders who she is. She wonders if life will ever be good again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7236077656551243416?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7236077656551243416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7236077656551243416&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7236077656551243416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7236077656551243416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-happened-to-happily-ever-after.html' title='What happened to &quot;Happily Ever After?&quot;'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/S2cmbtfeF2I/AAAAAAAAASs/mVHf5Sn6wG8/s72-c/022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-3009350336395548876</id><published>2010-01-17T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:44:41.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Gesture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VkvtrwwjtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VkvtrwwjtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet girl named Cherie sent this song to me. It is an awesome song that speaks to my soul. I hope you enjoy and find comfort in it like I do. Thanks Cherie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-3009350336395548876?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/3009350336395548876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=3009350336395548876&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3009350336395548876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3009350336395548876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-gesture.html' title='A Nice Gesture!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8366874538153714121</id><published>2010-01-11T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T05:00:07.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGosh! It's Been a Year!</title><content type='html'>I have memories of being on the computer that morning of January 11th 2009. I was organizing Christmas.......this is where that is stored and this is what I need next year........I loved this recipe but didn't like that recipe. I even have a note to self that Bill wanted me to try some lighter healthier recipes next year. I was willing to try! Oh how I wish I had the chance to try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was bright and sunny and I was anticipating a call from Bill or Patrick that they arrived in Chino any moment. I looked out the study window and noticed my sister and her husband pull up in the driveway. Hmmmmm? What are they doing here? When I opened the front door and saw the look on their face I knew! I just knew and I screamed like never before! NOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to share that moment but on this anniversary of their death I need to be real! I can't believe that this is my life and I can't believe this has happened to my family! The struggle to make sense of it all permeates my being every moment. GOD.......what do I do now? What does this mean? WHY??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on this year and see God's presence. I see the comfort and love that He promises through all of you! You've been sweet, full of wisdom and amazing! Your prayers have felt like a blanket of comfort that wraps around my heart and soul. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I leave you with this...........&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are hard pressed on every side but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. &lt;b&gt;II Corinthians 4:8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/2990749988188004554-8366874538153714121?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8366874538153714121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8366874538153714121&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8366874538153714121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8366874538153714121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2010/01/omgosh-its-been-year.html' title='OMGosh! It&apos;s Been a Year!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-1074424394569855764</id><published>2009-12-29T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:45:57.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3i58P8uI/AAAAAAAAASk/8jt3Sjk_P24/s1600-h/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3i58P8uI/AAAAAAAAASk/8jt3Sjk_P24/s320/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420846911790772962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3JK4a9PI/AAAAAAAAASc/LTRvO3iVdow/s1600-h/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3JK4a9PI/AAAAAAAAASc/LTRvO3iVdow/s320/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420846469661521138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3Ih_4V7I/AAAAAAAAASU/hxNxyAw3q3k/s1600-h/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3Ih_4V7I/AAAAAAAAASU/hxNxyAw3q3k/s320/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+188.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420846458686953394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3IVpnAzI/AAAAAAAAASM/u_JbBiDSiQM/s1600-h/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3IVpnAzI/AAAAAAAAASM/u_JbBiDSiQM/s320/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420846455372317490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bill loved to play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3H-CMHLI/AAAAAAAAASE/xBlp9_CIOOc/s1600-h/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3H-CMHLI/AAAAAAAAASE/xBlp9_CIOOc/s320/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420846449032961202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3HavMEeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2sbZcrG2dvU/s1600-h/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3HavMEeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2sbZcrG2dvU/s320/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420846439558025698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes pictures are pure torture for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures are sweet though and make me smile through my tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time for Will's 2nd birthday (New Year's Eve!) and looking back on his 1st &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and how much fun we all had makes me glad that these are my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last memories of us all being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had looked forward to it always being like this but now I need to get used to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;going on without them and trying to make new, fun memories. HARD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not especially fond of staying up until midnight for New Years and neither was Bill. I think I'll celebrate Will's birthday, be with the kids, go to bed and wake up in 2010 with new hope.....maybe......hopefully........Lord willing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-1074424394569855764?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/1074424394569855764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=1074424394569855764&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1074424394569855764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1074424394569855764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-memories.html' title='Last Memories'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Szq3i58P8uI/AAAAAAAAASk/8jt3Sjk_P24/s72-c/2008+December+31+--+Wills+1st+B-day+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-4216839455592596098</id><published>2009-12-22T19:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:00:03.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJfihaQsI/AAAAAAAAARM/asuivaXglPs/s1600-h/front_of_fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJfihaQsI/AAAAAAAAARM/asuivaXglPs/s320/front_of_fireplace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418263001639305922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rooney Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJfGavf2I/AAAAAAAAARE/qLGytQWzCAI/s1600-h/Christmas_tree_shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJfGavf2I/AAAAAAAAARE/qLGytQWzCAI/s320/Christmas_tree_shirts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418262994095144802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rooney boys and their cousins decked out in Christmas outfits made by Aunt Jackie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJeiU7D3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XBP8SJCxvDo/s1600-h/Family_Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJeiU7D3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XBP8SJCxvDo/s320/Family_Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418262984407060338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean hardly ever took off his coonskin cap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJeJZ6oiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZBJO7F7lGeA/s1600-h/decorating_the_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJeJZ6oiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZBJO7F7lGeA/s320/decorating_the_tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418262977717117474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJd0jfKCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/c4l7wEjkim4/s1600-h/bringing_in_the_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJd0jfKCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/c4l7wEjkim4/s320/bringing_in_the_tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418262972120115234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bringing in the tree.....Patrick working hard while Sean poses. Love Bill's tennis shorts! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose joy, I choose Jesus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though all of the light in my sky is dim, I choose to celebrate the birth of Jesus and the hope that it brings. The gift of everlasting life was bought for us by the birth of a tiny baby in a simple manger 2,000 years ago. For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given. The hope that was born that silent holy night is what sustains me. May your family enjoy that same hope this season and always! Merry Christmas from the Rooney family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-4216839455592596098?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/4216839455592596098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=4216839455592596098&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4216839455592596098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4216839455592596098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-christmas-memories.html' title='More Christmas Memories!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SzGJfihaQsI/AAAAAAAAARM/asuivaXglPs/s72-c/front_of_fireplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-6922422034890039602</id><published>2009-12-15T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:45:53.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SyhhoIVZuCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u1Ec5vHfHP8/s1600-h/Christmas_Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SyhhoIVZuCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u1Ec5vHfHP8/s320/Christmas_Lights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415685893972932642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SyhhnjXx2RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jyus2UUX1oM/s1600-h/Christmas_lights-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SyhhnjXx2RI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Jyus2UUX1oM/s320/Christmas_lights-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415685884050790674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying desperately to hold on to the wonderful memories that we made as a family in order to get through the pain of missing Bill and Patrick this Christmas. Trust me, it's harder than it sounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill alway called me his Christmas woman! It sounds sweet but sometimes I think he thought I got carried away. One year I was so disappointed  that he and Patrick would be playing in a baseball tournament and wouldn't be able to put up Christmas lights on the house. What I didn't know is that while I was away visiting with Grandma, Bill and Patrick were really decking the house out! I came home with Grandma in the car for her regular stay and WOW, the house looked beautiful! (The photo doesn't do it justice) Bill even used a lift to put lights on the very top of the house! I was completely enchanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-6922422034890039602?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/6922422034890039602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=6922422034890039602&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/6922422034890039602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/6922422034890039602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-memories.html' title='Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SyhhoIVZuCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u1Ec5vHfHP8/s72-c/Christmas_Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5972533492745952107</id><published>2009-11-24T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:13:57.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick's 27th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On November 17th 1982 William Patrick Rooney III was born to my delight.........It was a boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was sweet from the beginning (a little whiney at times). He grew into a wonderful boy and then became a great man, husband and father. This is the first birthday without him and it's been so incredibly hard! A Mother's love is tender and fierce at the same time but without him sometimes it feels lost. I love you Patrick with all of my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5lbGX79I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jKPg3dYmb-g/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5lbGX79I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jKPg3dYmb-g/s320/068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901305145913298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5k_UxchI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JP0pOK5d5A4/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5k_UxchI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JP0pOK5d5A4/s320/078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901297690112530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5kQOK4lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eCkXUt-as3A/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5kQOK4lI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eCkXUt-as3A/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901285045953106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5jztnQNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I7iMmwe3VBo/s1600/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5jztnQNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/I7iMmwe3VBo/s320/041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407901277393207506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1hH72pgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/UgKNXkqca8Y/s1600/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1hH72pgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/UgKNXkqca8Y/s320/029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407896833235527170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1g4351AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xyIcON8cNHo/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1g4351AI/AAAAAAAAAPo/xyIcON8cNHo/s320/026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407896829192426498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1gcVtGZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q1bV4Q7d2wU/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1gcVtGZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Q1bV4Q7d2wU/s320/017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407896821532793234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1gB2293I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ArYpXh1m_F0/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy1gB2293I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ArYpXh1m_F0/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407896814424094578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5972533492745952107?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5972533492745952107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5972533492745952107&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5972533492745952107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5972533492745952107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/11/patricks-27th-birthday.html' title='Patrick&apos;s 27th Birthday'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Swy5lbGX79I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jKPg3dYmb-g/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-4438894984885318299</id><published>2009-11-14T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:46:01.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not OK!</title><content type='html'>I know I went to Europe but it doesn't mean that I'm ok. I know that I wear a smile on my face and I go about my business as if things are normal but I don't feel normal at all! I get together with friends and family and wear a smile but believe me, I'm crying on the inside. Life for everyone else moves forward but for me it stands still. Those around me go home to their families but my family isn't the same family anymore. Half of us are missing! If you think that I'm paying attention to what you're saying to me.....think again! When Bill and Patrick died they took half of my brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need is for you to cry with me. Don't make me feel uncomfortable when I seem out of sorts. I think that I'll be out of sorts for quite some time. As Patrick's birthday approaches, I feel more and more as though I've been dealt an unfair blow that is hard to resolve. In time I will resolve it, don't worry. God is my strength and salvation. Without Him I would not even be able to write this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-4438894984885318299?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/4438894984885318299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=4438894984885318299&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4438894984885318299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4438894984885318299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-ok.html' title='I&apos;m not OK!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5058363268866826386</id><published>2009-10-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:00:01.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught by surprise!</title><content type='html'>There I was with a burst of energy in the mood to do some cleaning and organizing. I like it when I feel like that! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how sometimes you don't see the clutter until you realize someone is coming over? That's just what happened but I felt up to the occasion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The office was a mess. First I organized some stacks of papers and put them in files. Then I threw away some magazines that were taking up way too much space on my shelves. Books needed to be put back on the bookshelf from the last trip I made. I found things that were dated so long ago I forgot what they were for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked over at the coat rack and noticed it was cluttered too. One by one I started removing first the hats and then a couple of jackets. BIG mistake........I fell apart! The sobs wracked my body. Wow, where did that come from? I guess I'm not ready to get rid of or move Bill's things. I'm just not ready. Nope, I'm not ready. I wonder when I will be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5058363268866826386?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5058363268866826386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5058363268866826386&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5058363268866826386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5058363268866826386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/10/caught-by-surprise.html' title='Caught by surprise!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-4965732378438294717</id><published>2009-10-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:00:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVWHADYWQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/okunPhxjDXU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only a mother understands the deep, deep pain of losing her child. Patrick was supposed to enjoy all that life had to offer and he was well on his way! He was a darling baby...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO8XhXj3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t3glOj6PUro/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO8XhXj3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t3glOj6PUro/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392302927859126130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then a charming young man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO87XDN_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yq8EcA9QoeM/s1600-h/039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO87XDN_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yq8EcA9QoeM/s320/039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392302937479526386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he met the girl of his dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO9fKEKNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QxZdE42QmeI/s1600-h/037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO9fKEKNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/QxZdE42QmeI/s320/037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392302947088738514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they got married happily ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO94hVUqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nzx0oGfPuM8/s1600-h/fackinerwedding087_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO94hVUqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nzx0oGfPuM8/s320/fackinerwedding087_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392302953897218722" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They started a family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVWHADYWQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/okunPhxjDXU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVWHADYWQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/okunPhxjDXU/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392310807119288578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrick was a great Da Da!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO94hVUqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/nzx0oGfPuM8/s1600-h/fackinerwedding087_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVSR0-lS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t2VpIF07c0Y/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVSR0-lS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t2VpIF07c0Y/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVSR0-lS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t2VpIF07c0Y/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVSR0-lS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t2VpIF07c0Y/s1600-h/120.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVSR0-lS3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/t2VpIF07c0Y/s320/120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392306595078425458" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then came the icing on the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVWHrIj1AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3Gt164Bn6XQ/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVWHrIj1AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3Gt164Bn6XQ/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392310818683737090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where can I put the pain of it all? It explodes all over the place and it can be so messy! The tears are never ending yet the memories so precious. Where can one go for comfort but to the Lord? I do not know.&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/2990749988188004554-4965732378438294717?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/4965732378438294717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=4965732378438294717&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4965732378438294717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4965732378438294717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sweet-boy.html' title='My sweet boy'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StVO8XhXj3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t3glOj6PUro/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5704919430874348001</id><published>2009-10-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:36:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R/J Wedding 9/26/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6ED2B7XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S57B6eAkt6A/s320/R:J+Wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391154070365007218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                      this gives you the idea of the mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7MIKxsmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/C14LEthlhc8/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7MIKxsmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/C14LEthlhc8/s320/R:J+Wedding+35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391155308476346978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will is wearing Patrick's vest and his belt buckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out Reese behind him with her suede cowboy boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7LzbsA4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8e5PU95ap5k/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7LzbsA4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8e5PU95ap5k/s320/R:J+Wedding+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391155302910133122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erynn was very brave and gracious........Oh and beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7LVqBOyI/AAAAAAAAANw/rVTF2r79q2s/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7LVqBOyI/AAAAAAAAANw/rVTF2r79q2s/s320/R:J+Wedding+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391155294917180194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This melts my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6FotTW_I/AAAAAAAAANo/D8FNBNHvYw4/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6FCLJyFI/AAAAAAAAANg/D1yWbimWA58/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6FCLJyFI/AAAAAAAAANg/D1yWbimWA58/s320/R:J+Wedding+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391154087096600658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the escort Sean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6EiXcLsI/AAAAAAAAANY/djxEKToJLzw/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6EiXcLsI/AAAAAAAAANY/djxEKToJLzw/s320/R:J+Wedding+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391154078558203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6FotTW_I/AAAAAAAAANo/D8FNBNHvYw4/s1600-h/R:J+Wedding+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6FotTW_I/AAAAAAAAANo/D8FNBNHvYw4/s320/R:J+Wedding+39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391154097440381938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and groom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE7MXcgjBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n1AdiC8d1sE/s320/R:J+Wedding+42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391155312577252370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bride and groom riding off into the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An internal storm brewed inside of me leading up to the wedding. I was so worried that I couldn't do it without Bill or Patrick there. Either I would be crying the whole time or I'd just be blah. In fact in the days before I did have a few meltdowns and so I pleaded with the Lord to take my hand and sit beside me through this. He did! He met me were I needed and with the help of amazing family and friends I actually enjoyed myself. I could celebrate Sean and Jana, with a few tears mind you, and laughter! It was beautiful as you can see. Congratulations Sean and Jana!&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/2990749988188004554-5704919430874348001?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5704919430874348001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5704919430874348001&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5704919430874348001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5704919430874348001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/10/rj-wedding-92609.html' title='R/J Wedding 9/26/09'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/StE6ED2B7XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S57B6eAkt6A/s72-c/R:J+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8299901810855388276</id><published>2009-10-02T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:38:06.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing I love about Steamboat........crazy weather!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Ssayq3yOPUI/AAAAAAAAANI/cPZIiB0vK_4/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Ssayq3yOPUI/AAAAAAAAANI/cPZIiB0vK_4/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388190453794225474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsayqNhj3NI/AAAAAAAAANA/bcJhOM-FZGA/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;The calm before the storm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsayqNhj3NI/AAAAAAAAANA/bcJhOM-FZGA/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsayqNhj3NI/AAAAAAAAANA/bcJhOM-FZGA/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388190442450050258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're watching our barn as the storm approaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Ssaypih7OEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jhBLkYli5Lc/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Ssaypih7OEI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jhBLkYli5Lc/s320/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388190430908856386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rainbow was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsaypOL1UZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RCF5BHcPPPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsaypOL1UZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RCF5BHcPPPQ/s320/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388190425447485842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the other side of the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauYeNDoYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/aL2aukTsC-w/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauYeNDoYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/aL2aukTsC-w/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388185739643298178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauX4OxyLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2-BtwLY7zok/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauX4OxyLI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2-BtwLY7zok/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388185729449969842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't this look like a Van Gogh? I'm inspired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauXQc4f4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/d2_cvqHB6i4/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauXQc4f4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/d2_cvqHB6i4/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388185718771711874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day brought hail and a little snow. Uh oh, a wedding is coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauW4JsTrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vRGqjoOcR0I/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SsauW4JsTrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vRGqjoOcR0I/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388185712248770226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the weather! Especially when I can watch it from a comfortable spot. Here we were expecting something but not expecting the dramatic scene that unfolded before us. I'm sure the pictures don't do it justice.......it was crazy and fun! Little did I know that the real internal storm was yet to come! I'll keep you posted!&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/2990749988188004554-8299901810855388276?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8299901810855388276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8299901810855388276&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8299901810855388276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8299901810855388276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thing-i-love-about-steamboatcrazy.html' title='One thing I love about Steamboat........crazy weather!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Ssayq3yOPUI/AAAAAAAAANI/cPZIiB0vK_4/s72-c/IMG_1551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-338642145280778060</id><published>2009-09-20T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:15:01.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a hug!</title><content type='html'>Throughout our marriage when I asked Bill for a hug he knew that I was feeling sad or alone about something. I would ask and he would oblige with no hesitation, even if he was mad at me! Bill would say that we were a perfect fit. I fit just under his arm in a way that made him feel protective and in charge. Bill was very sweet and never felt uncomfortable about being affectionate. The kids would giggle when we would hug or kiss but I think it was a good example for them. I would give anything to feel his arms around me again!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-338642145280778060?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/338642145280778060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=338642145280778060&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/338642145280778060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/338642145280778060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-hug.html' title='I need a hug!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7989498935858795076</id><published>2009-09-13T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:56:11.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you say you're praying for me...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think of this song and I can imagine that heaven is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hearing my name and how much I'm hurting! To know that God is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;listening to your prayers helps me to hold on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thank you for lifting me and Erynn up in prayer along with our hurting families. It means so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFXB_GwRHYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jFXB_GwRHYA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7989498935858795076?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7989498935858795076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7989498935858795076&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7989498935858795076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7989498935858795076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-say-youre-praying-for-me.html' title='When you say you&apos;re praying for me...........'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8825688695949207171</id><published>2009-09-12T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:21:44.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill would've been at a Tea Party in a minute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://foxnews1.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/foxnews1-foxnews-pub01-live/current/videolandingpage/fncLargePlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf" id="mediumFlashEmbedded" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" name="FOX News" play="false" scale="noscale" menu="false" salign="LT" scriptaccess="always" wmode="false" height="275" width="305" flashvars="playerId=videolandingpage&amp;amp;playerTemplateId=fncLargePlayer&amp;amp;categoryTitle=undefined&amp;amp;referralObject=8845738"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh every time that I see or hear about the "Tea Parties" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll tell you why.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Bill was frustrated with government and it's inefficiencies and it's encroachment on our individual choices and liberty he would tell me, "What we need is a revolt by the people like the Boston Tea Party. I could really get involved with that!" I would laugh and say, "sure Bill!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like so many other things, Bill was before his time. He had great intuition and foresight! I'd love it if he could see what's going on. I can imagine how much fun Bill and I would have at a Tea Party. Our sign would say "THROW THE BUMS OUT!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-8825688695949207171?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8825688695949207171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8825688695949207171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8825688695949207171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8825688695949207171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-wouldve-been-at-tea-party-in.html' title='Bill would&apos;ve been at a Tea Party in a minute!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-1161378013264310967</id><published>2009-09-06T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:14:14.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this my reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiRoX_M1I/AAAAAAAAALI/kwhlB644HuI/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiRoX_M1I/AAAAAAAAALI/kwhlB644HuI/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602278766719826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a love, hate relationship with the pictures and memories on my shelves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiRF9zXVI/AAAAAAAAALA/7PMNz99r0Hw/s1600-h/IMG_1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiRF9zXVI/AAAAAAAAALA/7PMNz99r0Hw/s320/IMG_1514.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602269530086738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick's sweet face....I want to give him a hug again so bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiQrr-0gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2voAO7Y6r1E/s1600-h/IMG_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiQrr-0gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2voAO7Y6r1E/s320/IMG_1503.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602262476018178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill's trophy Caribou makes me want to smile and cry at the same time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiQMIA0_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRPmc8sWOAM/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiQMIA0_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRPmc8sWOAM/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378602254003655666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is over and the music is finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not distracted anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look around but the memories and the missing are too much to bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can this be me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I endure this aching? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I hear right now is the sound of an empty house.&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/2990749988188004554-1161378013264310967?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/1161378013264310967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=1161378013264310967&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1161378013264310967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1161378013264310967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-my-reality.html' title='Is this my reality?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SqSiRoX_M1I/AAAAAAAAALI/kwhlB644HuI/s72-c/IMG_1513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5611913122886848726</id><published>2009-08-31T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:07:13.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill the story teller!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Spx_RGQdc3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/c_qh1hUnVtg/s1600-h/scan_981814423_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Spx_RGQdc3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/c_qh1hUnVtg/s200/scan_981814423_1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376311986887684978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I found this picture I had to laugh! The stories that Bill would tell were delightful and captivating! The kids remember them to this day. He told the story of how our lab named Champ saved the kids from a bear attack and got clawed and that was how he got his scar! In actuality, he got Parvo and needed surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A favorite prayer with the kids at night was a funny one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now I lay me down to sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my Ford Bronco in the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I should die before I wake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please dear Lord put on the brake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was funny and silly! I can't imagine the stories he would've told the grandkids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5611913122886848726?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5611913122886848726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5611913122886848726&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5611913122886848726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5611913122886848726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/08/bill-story-teller.html' title='Bill the story teller!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Spx_RGQdc3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/c_qh1hUnVtg/s72-c/scan_981814423_1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-3713262255908377566</id><published>2009-08-18T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:15:48.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Patrick's turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sotq7c4El4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t3gLdTRzKRQ/s1600-h/scan_9818195247_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sotq7c4El4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t3gLdTRzKRQ/s200/scan_9818195247_1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371504550165649282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sotqh9GKQKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/36XpLzWWgzQ/s1600-h/scan_9818195448_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sotqh9GKQKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/36XpLzWWgzQ/s200/scan_9818195448_1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371504112138076322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SotqhY-5ALI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MZrKZ4CevoE/s1600-h/scan_9818195344_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SotqhY-5ALI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MZrKZ4CevoE/s200/scan_9818195344_1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371504102443909298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Have I ever told you how sweet Patrick was? (I &lt;i&gt;HATE&lt;/i&gt; to say...... was!) These pictures are evidence of what a sweet spirit he had. I hardly ever had to discipline Patrick because he was pretty compliant. When he was young he was easy.....then he grew up and got a mind of his own! His sweet spirit never left though, God gave him that! Patrick was kind to his brothers and kind to others. One of the last things that I remember that he did was to deliver breakfast burritos to the firemen in Yorba Linda who were fighting the terrible fires we experienced last year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/2990749988188004554-3713262255908377566?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/3713262255908377566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=3713262255908377566&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3713262255908377566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/3713262255908377566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-patricks-turn.html' title='It&apos;s Patrick&apos;s turn!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sotq7c4El4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t3gLdTRzKRQ/s72-c/scan_9818195247_1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5316679629091034058</id><published>2009-08-18T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:29:58.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill was such a character!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SothfV9kk1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/E0ApiDzAmOY/s1600-h/scan_9818143946_1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SothfV9kk1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/E0ApiDzAmOY/s200/scan_9818143946_1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371494171668681554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going through photos looking for good ones for the upcoming wedding and OMG, I came across this hilarious picture of Bill and boy do the memories start to flood in! We were going on vacation with our family friends and Bill decided that he would play a joke on them and act like a nerdy tourist that they would be embarrassed to be with. Yep.....he was right they AND all of us couldn't stop laughing! I've held on to those shorts all of this time Why? To laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5316679629091034058?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5316679629091034058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5316679629091034058&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5316679629091034058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5316679629091034058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/08/bill-was-such-character.html' title='Bill was such a character!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SothfV9kk1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/E0ApiDzAmOY/s72-c/scan_9818143946_1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5616153981701301337</id><published>2009-08-09T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:33:07.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already missed so many sunsets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sn9uTGv5igI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Oj_Z37xB088/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sn9uTGv5igI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Oj_Z37xB088/s200/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368130555357006338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun rises and sets without Bill and Patrick here to share it I can't help but think of the things that they've missed as time marches on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed my Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the Presidential Election&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the birth of darling Reese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed St. Patrick's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Colin give a testimony to the Pepperdine student body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Sean reporting to A ball in Woodbridge, Virginia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the end of Winter and the beginning of Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Sean and Colin's Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Colin's amazing season at Pepperdine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Reese smile for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the season of The Bachelor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For goodness sake they missed Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they missed Mother's Day too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've missed this terrible economy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the trip to see Sean play ball and Father's Day at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the College World Series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the end of Spring and beginning of Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Will hitting a baseball off a tee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed 4th of July fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Reese roll over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Sean being called up to AA in Harrisburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the death of Michael Jackson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't know that Will calls Colin, Uncle eeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed a trip to Havasu in 120 degree weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed the exciting season of The Bachelorette &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've missed all of the progress at the Ranch in Steamboat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed Erynn's Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They missed my perfectly divine sleepover with Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately they'll miss alot more.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5616153981701301337?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5616153981701301337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5616153981701301337&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5616153981701301337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5616153981701301337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/08/already-missed-so-many-sunsets.html' title='Already missed so many sunsets!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sn9uTGv5igI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Oj_Z37xB088/s72-c/IMG_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8071163678646117829</id><published>2009-08-02T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:35:20.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SnWtcoCZNzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fjnYOqr1cro/s1600-h/IMG_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SnWtcoCZNzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fjnYOqr1cro/s200/IMG_0832.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365385238377215794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture and desperately want to go back to that moment when all was good with the world and my life! The agony in my soul just won't go away..........where is the sense of it all? If God loves me (and I know that He does) why would He let this happen? If God wants to heal my broken heart why would He let it be broken in the first place? The power of God and the compassion of God seem to be in direct conflict with each other. As I draw closer to Him looking for the answer, I realize that I might not ever really know. That is perplexing too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-8071163678646117829?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8071163678646117829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8071163678646117829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8071163678646117829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8071163678646117829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-year.html' title='Last Year'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SnWtcoCZNzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fjnYOqr1cro/s72-c/IMG_0832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-910606835588385979</id><published>2009-07-14T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:26:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months...... but who's counting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0PxMuKK8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/s5-VAZGhf4o/s1600-h/Rooney_4206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0PxMuKK8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/s5-VAZGhf4o/s200/Rooney_4206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456469543594946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0Pw0DdXcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7aQvXDDL_Pc/s1600-h/Bill+and+Debi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0Pw0DdXcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7aQvXDDL_Pc/s200/Bill+and+Debi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456462922046914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0PwlFdbdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/q_h1f5sgazs/s1600-h/Debi+and+Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0PwlFdbdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/q_h1f5sgazs/s200/Debi+and+Bill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358456458903907794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had such a nice life and I miss him so much! Bill had a positive outlook that rubbed off on anyone who was around him, especially me! He made me laugh! I could use more of that right now. I wish I could hang out with him again and talk about politics. He was very well informed, after all, when he couldn't sleep at night he claimed he called George Bush to discuss the world's problems! ;-) It's strange to make decisions on my own, I would rather Bill call the shots any day, his ideas were always good ones. I probably should have told him that more often. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-910606835588385979?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/910606835588385979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=910606835588385979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/910606835588385979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/910606835588385979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-months-but-whos-counting.html' title='6 months...... but who&apos;s counting?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sl0PxMuKK8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/s5-VAZGhf4o/s72-c/Rooney_4206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-436659295066597644</id><published>2009-06-28T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:08:32.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skat-fTYIyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dlfNNuKjvkE/s1600-h/069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skat-fTYIyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dlfNNuKjvkE/s200/069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352156496242680610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved watching Patrick's tender moments with Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skat955C7gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sGUm1ypAnTo/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skat955C7gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sGUm1ypAnTo/s200/005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352156486200126978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill was a good example&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Keep yourself in God's love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life" &lt;/span&gt;Jude 1:21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-436659295066597644?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/436659295066597644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=436659295066597644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/436659295066597644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/436659295066597644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-love.html' title='A Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skat-fTYIyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dlfNNuKjvkE/s72-c/069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-6583794552208120951</id><published>2009-06-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:54:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Generations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skap5-wPZEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YBP4hUWyLXI/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skap5-wPZEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YBP4hUWyLXI/s200/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352152020739384386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad that we took this picture! I'm grateful to Erynn for being willing to have their son carry on the name William Patrick Rooney.  This is a fitting picture for Father's Day. I only wish Bill and Patrick were here for many more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-6583794552208120951?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/6583794552208120951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=6583794552208120951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/6583794552208120951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/6583794552208120951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-generations.html' title='Four Generations'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Skap5-wPZEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YBP4hUWyLXI/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-641707988507882999</id><published>2009-06-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:37:12.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe6PjajAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oqOd0if_qVg/s200/B17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346510431086873602" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe5wyez-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/MsTOAk-SfXk/s1600-h/B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe5wyez-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/MsTOAk-SfXk/s200/B16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346510422828568546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe5gpNekI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KMVSJJAraU0/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe5gpNekI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KMVSJJAraU0/s200/032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346510418494716482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe5QbEq9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0N76AOc5Ddw/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe5QbEq9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0N76AOc5Ddw/s200/033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346510414140451794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Bill I was drawn to his self confidence. He swept me off my feet at the Cowboy by cutting in on the dance floor to ask me to dance. Ha! He didn't even like to dance! From that night on I was his. He was funny, charming, handsome and what I wanted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember how much I wanted him to ask me to marry him. He didn't ask in any special way he just casually suggested it would be great to get married. That was good enough for me! With a family of three boys following (actually 4 including Bill) my life was full and complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill taught me about baseball and hunting until I felt like an expert myself. He showed me what it meant to be generous and unselfish. He made me laugh with all of his stupid jokes! (I really miss that) I feel such a weight on my shoulders without him. He had a way of always focusing on the positive. (I miss that too!) I try to be thankful for all of the great memories that we shared and for what a special husband and father he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-641707988507882999?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/641707988507882999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=641707988507882999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/641707988507882999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/641707988507882999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-love-story.html' title='Our Love Story'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SjKe6PjajAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oqOd0if_qVg/s72-c/B17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-2107575045378123958</id><published>2009-06-04T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:49:25.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I get through?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQmXRaouI/AAAAAAAAAII/Er8aOHlp3f0/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm often asked how I'm getting through this terrible loss. It's hard to answer that question on the days that I don't feel like I'm getting through at all. Then there are the days that the light comes to drown out all of the dark and pain. Here are the pictures from one of those days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQmXRaouI/AAAAAAAAAII/Er8aOHlp3f0/s1600-h/IMG_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQmXRaouI/AAAAAAAAAII/Er8aOHlp3f0/s200/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539209143231202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Who can resist the face of an angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQmLMmzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HYzf3ncGla4/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQmLMmzCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HYzf3ncGla4/s200/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539205901831202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQlnqO9yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wq8ogZDN8HA/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQlnqO9yI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wq8ogZDN8HA/s200/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539196362422050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And here is the other angel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQlSVgXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dLYEEgr3scc/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQlSVgXYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dLYEEgr3scc/s200/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539190638337410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQlN3hSqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9BvAqBehtz4/s1600-h/IMG_0960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQlN3hSqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9BvAqBehtz4/s200/IMG_0960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343539189438827170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will always manages to spot the airplanes and points. Hmmmm? What's up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-2107575045378123958?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/2107575045378123958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=2107575045378123958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2107575045378123958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2107575045378123958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-do-i-get-through.html' title='How do I get through?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SigQmXRaouI/AAAAAAAAAII/Er8aOHlp3f0/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-1174040803764629105</id><published>2009-05-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:40:59.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiWO90hpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dAkVGUlXn8U/s1600-h/4251_80851719130_19359079130_1717324_2961479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiWO90hpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dAkVGUlXn8U/s200/4251_80851719130_19359079130_1717324_2961479_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338069961199093394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiV5JEZ-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/KwIVB_4Ryls/s1600-h/4251_80851724130_19359079130_1717325_2034060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiV5JEZ-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/KwIVB_4Ryls/s200/4251_80851724130_19359079130_1717325_2034060_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338069955340691426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiVh_EcOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lh_2NQ4S5MA/s1600-h/IMG_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiVh_EcOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lh_2NQ4S5MA/s200/IMG_0902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338069949124735202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiVQIs_HI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jXmKdKmsHew/s1600-h/IMG_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiVQIs_HI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jXmKdKmsHew/s200/IMG_0901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338069944333302898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you're all alone and God is not listening or caring.......BAMMM, something miraculous happens to tell you He's there for you and will be always!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Will was invited to throw out the first pitch at Pepperdine's final home game, I was so excited! How thrilling, I couldn't wait. When I saw him on the field with his darling matching jersey to Erynn's my heart wanted to explode! He threw the pitch to Colin and I couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear. As if that was not enough, with the game tied in extra innings, Colin hits a walk off homerun to win the game! The God we serve is an awesome God! He knows what I need even when I don't know what to ask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-1174040803764629105?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/1174040803764629105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=1174040803764629105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1174040803764629105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/1174040803764629105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShSiWO90hpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dAkVGUlXn8U/s72-c/4251_80851719130_19359079130_1717324_2961479_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5749928864828480551</id><published>2009-05-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:13:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShHrEbqmFfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OPzMajPwocA/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShHrEbqmFfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OPzMajPwocA/s200/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337305494789166578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can finally talk about Mother's Day. It was hard to celebrate the day with Patrick gone. Sean and Colin are away but I know they're there and will be coming home eventually. Not Patrick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back each Mother's Day I remember all the joys of being a MOM raising 3 boys.1 missing isn't fair. In my favorite Mom book, "Love You Forever", I can't face the irony of the grown son rocking the Mom when she got old after she had rocked him as a baby. I won't have Patrick to help me when I'm old and he would've been good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5749928864828480551?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5749928864828480551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5749928864828480551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5749928864828480551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5749928864828480551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/ShHrEbqmFfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OPzMajPwocA/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8745051278246299606</id><published>2009-04-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:29:17.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you so much, Bill that it hurts. Not that birthdays were that much of a big deal, this year it was because you're not here. The balloons were fun, we made 3 trips to the store because our cards were too heavy for lift off!  It would be nice to know that you received these messages. I love you more than all the stars in the sky and can't wait to see you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what we sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SfpXQioFr6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/FM8YCC7-ffQ/s200/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330669050630877090" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SfpXRK1JjZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/z-dYJeB4bEc/s200/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330669061423074706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up up and away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SfpXRiRLmuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/09LtjQDD_sU/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330669067714665186" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SfpXSGMDFBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IoSLgCR3k14/s200/IMG_0870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330669077356811282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hope you can read these in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SfpXSi0GLhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xDRSQeaM6wA/s200/IMG_0872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330669085040979474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bill/Dad&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/2990749988188004554-8745051278246299606?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8745051278246299606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8745051278246299606&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8745051278246299606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8745051278246299606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-my-man.html' title='Happy Birthday To My Man!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SfpXQioFr6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/FM8YCC7-ffQ/s72-c/IMG_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-6247586249768985684</id><published>2009-04-18T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:34:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Made it through Easter without Bill and Patrick and it was very difficult. Focusing on the blessings helps somewhat but I still feel the emptiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had so much fun on Easter.......Bill was a champion egg hider! He would start thinking about where he was going to hide the $$$ eggs days before Easter. The boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;s would start thinking about the possible places to look way in advance too! Bill desperately wanted to outsmart them and usually he did. On Easter m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;orning the competition would begin and even though the boys were older, on Easter morning, hunting for eggs, they were kids again! Bittersweet memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year Will tried his hand at decorating eggs. We had fun trying to keep his hands out of the dye and keeping the eggs from being crushed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SeooOCriACI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CqtP8wYeEIs/s200/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326113731021766690" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SeooOfl2kmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FEMzivPebLQ/s200/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326113738782577250" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SeooN6qLcnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6DfDGdwpmqU/s200/IMG_0760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326113728868610674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-6247586249768985684?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/6247586249768985684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=6247586249768985684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/6247586249768985684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/6247586249768985684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SeooOCriACI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CqtP8wYeEIs/s72-c/IMG_0768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-5878713949039404734</id><published>2009-03-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:04:27.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be honest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I've decided that I've been sanitizing what I've been saying, trying to keep it light. The whole point was to be honest with my feelings as a way to get through this. So here goes........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;IT SUCKS!!!! Every time I think of Bill or Patrick, I ache inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The memories only remind me of what I have lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wonder when a smile or laughter will return when I think of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;instead of tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-ebL_NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QAB8Oc7jQ5Q/s1600-h/debbie%27s+pictures+635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-ebL_NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QAB8Oc7jQ5Q/s200/debbie%27s+pictures+635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319209630080695506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-ExVDtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VbkAgvzhLxc/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-ExVDtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VbkAgvzhLxc/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Dancing Patrick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-LHemEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mtgnhOoCryg/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-LHemEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mtgnhOoCryg/s200/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319209624897755202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proud of his fried turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg9jE3wcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U16M4Caf2zQ/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg9jE3wcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U16M4Caf2zQ/s200/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319209614149403074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving prowess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg9UxRVvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Oyfy3zXzbzk/s1600-h/Pic+1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-5878713949039404734?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/5878713949039404734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=5878713949039404734&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5878713949039404734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/5878713949039404734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-be-honest.html' title='Let&apos;s be honest!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SdGg-ebL_NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QAB8Oc7jQ5Q/s72-c/debbie%27s+pictures+635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-2930482175579408911</id><published>2009-03-27T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:31:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do they look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures are so precious to me! I'm thinking that I see a little Reese in Patrick's baby pictures and some of Will in the toddler picture. Hmmmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0ZqFSkbRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JUBUnkhAjlg/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0ZqFSkbRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JUBUnkhAjlg/s200/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317934945759685906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0ZqEYu-pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wAS5u4XPhWk/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0ZqEYu-pI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wAS5u4XPhWk/s200/003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317934945517107858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0Zpwq8qyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EDIPloOdhCo/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0Zpwq8qyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EDIPloOdhCo/s200/002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317934940224793378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints. Psalm 116:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-2930482175579408911?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/2930482175579408911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=2930482175579408911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2930482175579408911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2930482175579408911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-do-they-look-like.html' title='Who do they look like?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sc0ZqFSkbRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JUBUnkhAjlg/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-7665522304285579412</id><published>2009-03-15T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:59:43.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will prefers rocks and dirt to toys most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sb10eY_ao6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AW9YpDvRwA8/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sb10eY_ao6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AW9YpDvRwA8/s200/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313531200820388770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sb10eMbAzpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g33endi1nNY/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sb10eMbAzpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g33endi1nNY/s200/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313531197446475410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my struggle to stay sane, doing anything with Will is a nice diversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles;they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-7665522304285579412?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/7665522304285579412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=7665522304285579412&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7665522304285579412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/7665522304285579412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sb10eY_ao6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AW9YpDvRwA8/s72-c/IMG_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8697116547098793876</id><published>2009-03-07T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:48:08.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese Paytin Rooney Enters The World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3nPBUeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MVOvuoIP99s/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3nPBUeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MVOvuoIP99s/s200/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311400780606034402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3Zetb6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UBLAzuTjrzg/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3Zetb6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UBLAzuTjrzg/s200/02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311400776913743778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3IwzJvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/frWHqy9f_3w/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3IwzJvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/frWHqy9f_3w/s200/03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311400772426213106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi26PWI_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JlbvmsKaY_Q/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi26PWI_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JlbvmsKaY_Q/s200/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311400768527803378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a blessing new life is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Lord for this little girl and the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy that delivered her in uncomplicated fashion! &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/2990749988188004554-8697116547098793876?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8697116547098793876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8697116547098793876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8697116547098793876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8697116547098793876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/03/reese-paytin-rooney-enters-world.html' title='Reese Paytin Rooney Enters The World!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SbXi3nPBUeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MVOvuoIP99s/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-2316641856856500319</id><published>2009-02-28T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:37:07.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me out to the ballgame!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN5Iq8mKI/AAAAAAAAACo/4H3l4SXOZPA/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enjoying Breakfast with Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN5Iq8mKI/AAAAAAAAACo/4H3l4SXOZPA/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN5Iq8mKI/AAAAAAAAACo/4H3l4SXOZPA/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307929648552515746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OC Hillbillies RVing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN49IsoiI/AAAAAAAAACg/FVfDcWjwYJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN49IsoiI/AAAAAAAAACg/FVfDcWjwYJ4/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307929645456073250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN49IsoiI/AAAAAAAAACg/FVfDcWjwYJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin Looking BAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN4-P853I/AAAAAAAAACY/jwAdybA5V2c/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN4-P853I/AAAAAAAAACY/jwAdybA5V2c/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307929645754935154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN4-P853I/AAAAAAAAACY/jwAdybA5V2c/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin on the left, orange jerseys look great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN4kNH3yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7HT8fZQ3aTw/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN4kNH3yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7HT8fZQ3aTw/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307929638763749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN4kNH3yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7HT8fZQ3aTw/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin at 3rd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN35_5U7I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-L6VgxWayE/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN35_5U7I/AAAAAAAAACI/2-L6VgxWayE/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307929627433980850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin started baseball this past weekend and we wanted to be there to cheer him on! We piled into an RV which was quite an experience. The cast of characters were Doug, Teresa, Erynn, Will, Sean, Jana and ME! Being back at Pepperdine watching baseball was hard without Bill being there by my side! He would've been so proud of Colin. Well, actually he might've been a little pissed that Colin didn't get to start until the Sunday game! ;-)&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/2990749988188004554-2316641856856500319?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/2316641856856500319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=2316641856856500319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2316641856856500319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/2316641856856500319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take me out to the ballgame!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SamN5Iq8mKI/AAAAAAAAACo/4H3l4SXOZPA/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-8524546960252656506</id><published>2009-02-18T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:39:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;It's another day of sadness; most days I can't believe that I'm going through this.......it seems so unreal. I can busy myself with the details at hand but sometimes the icky realization of it all takes over and makes me sick to my stomach. I woke up this morning with a Bible verse in my head saying "Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest" I felt like the Lord was telling me to curl up in his arms and take a nap with Him and then I'll feel better. What I'd really like is to wake up from this nightmare! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;I look forward to seeing Will for dinner, a bath and then bedtime to be reminded that I have things to still be thankful for!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SZyeLG65GaI/AAAAAAAAABY/xyp0XOboCBU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304288374808975778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SZyeLG65GaI/AAAAAAAAABY/xyp0XOboCBU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2990749988188004554-8524546960252656506?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/8524546960252656506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=8524546960252656506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8524546960252656506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/8524546960252656506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/02/trying-to-be-thankful.html' title='Trying to be thankful'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/SZyeLG65GaI/AAAAAAAAABY/xyp0XOboCBU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-4456827897656456518</id><published>2009-02-15T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:39:47.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reluctantly, here is where I begin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;On January 11th 2009 my story begins with the tragic death of my husband Bill and oldest son Patrick in a plane crash in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Bill was the pilot with Patrick as his co pilot. No one else was on board. Bill leaves behind me and our two sons, Sean(22) and Colin(20). Patrick leaves behind his wife Erynn, son Will(1) and a baby girl on the way in March. My heart is broken and trying to mend; the sadness is overwhelming at times. With faith in Jesus as my savior, I know I will eventually heal. I'm comforted to know that Bill and Patrick are in heaven. There are many times that I wish I was there with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;As a way to heal I thought I would share my thoughts and experiences with friends and family who are hurting and grieving too. Together we'll get through this however long it takes. I began journaling but decided that I needed more of a connection to people. I think this format might work.....after all, isn't it time to join the blogging world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2990749988188004554-4456827897656456518?l=blogwithdebi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/feeds/4456827897656456518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2990749988188004554&amp;postID=4456827897656456518&amp;isPopup=true' title='124 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4456827897656456518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2990749988188004554/posts/default/4456827897656456518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogwithdebi.blogspot.com/2009/02/reluctantly-here-is-where-i-begin.html' title='Reluctantly, here is where I begin.'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_voqmkVGh3nw/Sq2SuGHpQRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vyOVx4E8nKI/S220/B10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>124</thr:total></entry></feed>
