<?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-29765126135484638</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:40:20.231-05:00</updated><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Funnies'/><category term='Grief'/><category term='Project 52'/><category term='FAQ'/><category term='Copywork'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Support Groups'/><category term='Homeschooling'/><category term='Free Kindle Books'/><category term='Misc'/><category term='Home Education Magazines'/><category term='Legal Issues'/><category term='HS Methods'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Curriculum'/><category term='Learning Styles'/><category term='Bible Study'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Organization'/><category term='In the Word'/><category term='Random Ramblings'/><category term='Biblical Reasons'/><category term='Prayer Requests'/><category term='Resource Suppliers'/><category term='Used Curriculum'/><category term='CRS'/><category term='Socialization'/><title type='text'>My Smoky Mtn Homeschool</title><subtitle type='html'>The random ramblings of a mom living in the Smoky Mtns.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-1326469853535151441</id><published>2012-02-03T16:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:31:27.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 Week 5: Shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my3boybarians.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="project 52 p52 weekly photo challenge my3boybarians.com" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5763" height="166" src="http://my3boybarians.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/web_post_p52_2012.png" title="project 52 p52 weekly photo challenge my3boybarians.com" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week's Project 52 theme is &lt;a href="http://my3boybarians.com/2012/02/p52-week-4-shadows/" target="_blank"&gt;Shadows&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Several years ago I was taking pictures outside in the evening light.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to get some pictures of our chickens and when I turned around I saw their shadows on the wall.&amp;nbsp; So instead of getting actual pics of our chickens, I captured their shadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA7ESfVuS9M/TylV4eLoNYI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y8mpKdPwNsE/s1600/Misc01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA7ESfVuS9M/TylV4eLoNYI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y8mpKdPwNsE/s400/Misc01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-1326469853535151441?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/1326469853535151441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=1326469853535151441&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/1326469853535151441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/1326469853535151441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/02/project-52-week-5-shadows.html' title='Project 52 Week 5: Shadows'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA7ESfVuS9M/TylV4eLoNYI/AAAAAAAAAME/Y8mpKdPwNsE/s72-c/Misc01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-8004783936209437391</id><published>2012-01-29T00:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:55:06.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Look - A - Likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking through some old pics at my mom's house today when I came across a picture that took my breath.&amp;nbsp; It was a picture of my paternal grandmother when she was about 15 years old.&amp;nbsp; It looked exactly like my youngest daughter, Rachel.&amp;nbsp; I always knew that she took after my side of the family, but this was just uncanny.&amp;nbsp; Can you see the resemblance?&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/-i4yTBgFawQw/TyTfAJcANoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Os1f6SOYx7U/s1600/lookalike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4yTBgFawQw/TyTfAJcANoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Os1f6SOYx7U/s400/lookalike.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-8004783936209437391?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/8004783936209437391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=8004783936209437391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/8004783936209437391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/8004783936209437391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/look-likes.html' title='Look - A - Likes'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4yTBgFawQw/TyTfAJcANoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Os1f6SOYx7U/s72-c/lookalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-3375475625284767371</id><published>2012-01-28T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:48:14.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 Week 4:  Self - Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my3boybarians.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="project 52 p52 weekly photo challenge my3boybarians.com" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-5763" height="166" src="http://my3boybarians.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/web_post_p52_2012.png" title="project 52 p52 weekly photo challenge my3boybarians.com" width="500" /&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: left;"&gt;I just discovered Project 52, so I am jumping in during week 4.&amp;nbsp; Project 52 is a weekly photo challenge hosted by Dacy at &lt;a href="http://my3boybarians.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Life With My 3 Boybarians&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Each week there is a different topic to photograph.&amp;nbsp; The topic this week is &lt;a href="http://my3boybarians.com/2012/01/p52-week-4-self-portrait/" target="_blank"&gt;Self - Portrait&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So here it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-3XMcKTC_yOQ/TySzPSN1ZkI/AAAAAAAAALs/C3wJcpLBc6c/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XMcKTC_yOQ/TySzPSN1ZkI/AAAAAAAAALs/C3wJcpLBc6c/s1600/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-3375475625284767371?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/3375475625284767371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=3375475625284767371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3375475625284767371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3375475625284767371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/project-52-week-4-self-portrait.html' title='Project 52 Week 4:  Self - Portrait'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3XMcKTC_yOQ/TySzPSN1ZkI/AAAAAAAAALs/C3wJcpLBc6c/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-3463276883495420117</id><published>2012-01-16T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:43:36.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Kindle Books'/><title type='text'>Organized Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GZLGqSoQN8/TxRFZmPQGdI/AAAAAAAAALY/fGomaFJcEwM/s1600/Organized+Simllicity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GZLGqSoQN8/TxRFZmPQGdI/AAAAAAAAALY/fGomaFJcEwM/s1600/Organized+Simllicity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Organized Simplicity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author(s):&lt;/b&gt; Tsh Oxenreider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher: &lt;/b&gt;Betterway Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004AM5IJW/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thehaphou-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B004AM5IJW" target="_blank"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Duct-Tape-Bags-ebook/dp/B004JU0I3Q/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;m=AG56TWVU5XWC2" target="_blank"&gt; 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It's about what you gain. When  you remove the things that don't matter to you, you are free to focus on  only the things that are meaningful to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;If you don’t have a Kindle you can still download this free copy&amp;nbsp; to  your smart phone or computer. All you need to do is download one of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thehaphou-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;docId=1000493771&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957" target="_blank"&gt;Amazon’s free reading apps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=" Organized Simplicity: Free Kindle Download" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thehaphou-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" title="Free Dessert Cookbook" width="1" /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;**&lt;i&gt;Remember that Amazon&lt;a class="kLink" href="http://thehappyhousewife.com/home-management/organized-simplicity/#" id="KonaLink2" style="font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-weight: inherit !important; position: static; text-decoration: underline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c6239; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit ! important; font-weight: inherit ! important; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(140, 98, 57); color: #8c6239; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit ! important; font-weight: inherit ! important; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prices fluctuate constantly, so always verify the price before purchasing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-3463276883495420117?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/3463276883495420117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=3463276883495420117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3463276883495420117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3463276883495420117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/organized-simplicity.html' title='Organized Simplicity'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8GZLGqSoQN8/TxRFZmPQGdI/AAAAAAAAALY/fGomaFJcEwM/s72-c/Organized+Simllicity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-2859064227986633120</id><published>2012-01-16T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:46:44.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Kindle Books'/><title type='text'>Duct Tape Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXg4bRhXls0/TxRDCuLjAWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QKz8a8WJuv4/s1600/Duct+Tape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXg4bRhXls0/TxRDCuLjAWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QKz8a8WJuv4/s1600/Duct+Tape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duct Tape Bags&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author(s):&lt;/b&gt; Instructable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher: &lt;/b&gt;Instructables.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Duct-Tape-Bags-ebook/dp/B004JU0I3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1326728774&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;DOWNLOAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duct Tape Bags! gives you full step-by-step instructions for 18 amazing  ways to carry things with duct tape. Learn how to use duct tape to make  beach bag, a purse, a laptop case, a camping backpack, and even a tool  tote! All projects come from Instructables.com, are written by duct tape  experts, and contain pictures for each step so you can easily do it  yourself. Make it stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you don’t have a Kindle you can still download this free copy&amp;nbsp; to your smart phone or computer. All you need to do is download one of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=thehaphou-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;docId=1000493771&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957" target="_blank"&gt;Amazon’s free reading apps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=" Organized Simplicity: Free Kindle Download" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=thehaphou-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" title="Free Dessert Cookbook" width="1" /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;**&lt;i&gt;Remember that Amazon&lt;a class="kLink" href="http://thehappyhousewife.com/home-management/organized-simplicity/#" id="KonaLink2" style="font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-weight: inherit !important; position: static; text-decoration: underline !important;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8c6239; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit ! important; font-weight: inherit ! important; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(140, 98, 57); color: #8c6239; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit ! important; font-weight: inherit ! important; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prices fluctuate constantly, so always verify the price before purchasing. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-2859064227986633120?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/2859064227986633120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=2859064227986633120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2859064227986633120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2859064227986633120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/duct-tape-bags.html' title='Duct Tape Bags'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXg4bRhXls0/TxRDCuLjAWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QKz8a8WJuv4/s72-c/Duct+Tape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-4592389366724543004</id><published>2012-01-11T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:19:49.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the Word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Who Can Satifsfy My Soul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXy2noq44Y/Tw22Uue-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S6AP91Sz6Hc/s1600/ShabbyPrincess_Plentiful_Rubons7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="47" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXy2noq44Y/Tw22Uue-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S6AP91Sz6Hc/s200/ShabbyPrincess_Plentiful_Rubons7.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things."&amp;nbsp; Psalm 107:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emu3qLhuYbs/Tw3CMQry-0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Kw02hUf8j4/s1600/hunger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-emu3qLhuYbs/Tw3CMQry-0I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Kw02hUf8j4/s200/hunger.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of us spend the majority of our lives searching for something to fill an unexplainable void we have in our lives.&amp;nbsp; We try anything to fulfill that hunger, that constant desire we have.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time we convince ourselves that if we just had more money we would be happy.&amp;nbsp; Or that having great success would make us feel fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some believe if they had a bigger house or a nicer car they would be satisfied.&amp;nbsp; Some try to fill that hunger with food.&amp;nbsp; Or they think if I was in better shape or had the perfect body I would be content.&amp;nbsp; Still others try to fulfill that void with drugs &amp;amp; alcohol or pornography or even extra-marital affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend all our time searching for that something that is missing in our lives.&amp;nbsp; We become&amp;nbsp; consumed by this stuff, only to find that once we obtain them we feel even more empty inside.&amp;nbsp; We feel more disappointed than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" What if my greatest disappointments&lt;br /&gt;Or the aching of this life&lt;br /&gt;Is the revealing of a greater thirst&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this world can’t satisfy."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;~&amp;nbsp; "Blessings"&amp;nbsp; by Linda Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are instilled with a certain hunger, a certain desire.&amp;nbsp; But it isn't a physical hunger... it is a spiritual hunger.&amp;nbsp; No matter how hard we try, the things of this world will never satisfy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they will be filled."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;~ Matthew 5:6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our desires can be filled by seeking God.&amp;nbsp; He is the one who created us.&amp;nbsp; He knows &lt;b&gt;exactly&lt;/b&gt; what we need and when we need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Then Jesus declared, " I am the bread of life.&amp;nbsp; He who comes to me will never go hungry and he who believes in me will never be thirsty."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;~&amp;nbsp; John 6:35 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have spent all your time feasting on what the world has to offer, time after time you will be left with a feeling of disappointment.&amp;nbsp; You will be left with a longing for something more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God wants a relationship with us. &amp;nbsp; He instills that desire for Him in the very fabric of our souls. &amp;nbsp; Increase your hunger for God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Turn off the computer.&amp;nbsp; Turn off the TV and the radio.&amp;nbsp; Spend time in His Word.&amp;nbsp; Spend quiet time in prayer.&amp;nbsp; Leave it all behind.&amp;nbsp; Soon you will find the satisfaction your soul has been so longing for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;"My soul will be satisfied as with the richest foods;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;with singing lips my mouth will praise you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;~ Psalm 63: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="284" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bW5unzXXC0k?rel=0" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Well"&amp;nbsp; by Casting Crowns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-4592389366724543004?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/4592389366724543004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=4592389366724543004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4592389366724543004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4592389366724543004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/who-can-satifsfy-my-soul.html' title='Who Can Satifsfy My Soul?'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXy2noq44Y/Tw22Uue-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S6AP91Sz6Hc/s72-c/ShabbyPrincess_Plentiful_Rubons7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-5766588007979215107</id><published>2012-01-10T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:43:45.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Dusting off the cobwebs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXy2noq44Y/Tw22Uue-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S6AP91Sz6Hc/s1600/ShabbyPrincess_Plentiful_Rubons7.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXy2noq44Y/Tw22Uue-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S6AP91Sz6Hc/s200/ShabbyPrincess_Plentiful_Rubons7.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been such a long time since I've blogged.&amp;nbsp; Ever since discovering Facebook, my poor blog has been left to just collect dust.&amp;nbsp; I've really been thinking about blogging again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I recently discovered that I let my blog hosting lapse, so I lost &lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;on my blog.&amp;nbsp; I've been searching Google cached files to try and recover some of the posts I really wanted to keep, thus leaving behind most of the 'homeschool' related blog posts.&amp;nbsp; So that is the reason for the sporadic posts in the blog archives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've been blogging since 2005, and that is a lot of stuff to try and recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be patient with me as I try to get things back in order.&amp;nbsp; My writing skills I'm sure are a little rusty.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; But, I am really excited and look forward to meeting with some old and dear friends very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-5766588007979215107?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/5766588007979215107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=5766588007979215107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/5766588007979215107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/5766588007979215107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/dusting-off-cobwebs.html' title='Dusting off the cobwebs...'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tBXy2noq44Y/Tw22Uue-0tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/S6AP91Sz6Hc/s72-c/ShabbyPrincess_Plentiful_Rubons7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-4335396232430976685</id><published>2010-12-30T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:11:48.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Laying it down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was dusting the cobwebs off my blog  today.  It has been a long time since I’ve blogged.  I really don’t even  know where to start.  The last couple of years have been so emotionally  draining.  I don’t want to sound like a broken record, but I’ve really  been having a hard time since my daddy passed away.  How long is one  supposed to grieve?  How long before the aching in my heart goes away?   Yes, I know he is better off.  I wouldn’t wish him back in the condition  that he was in.  Yes, I know that life goes on,  but how does one move  on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The holidays have been really hard this  year.  So many people around me are doing through trials and  tribulations.&amp;nbsp;  I know my piddly little emotions are really minuscule in  comparison to what others are going through, but I am still having  trouble dealing with all this… STUFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new year is quickly approaching us…  2011. I can hardly believe it.  Another year… gone. It is true what they  say, the older one gets the faster time goes by.&amp;nbsp; I have got to look at  2011 as a new beginning.&amp;nbsp; I am so tired of feeling&amp;nbsp; depressed and  anxious.&amp;nbsp; I’m tired of crying.&amp;nbsp; I have to get up out of this ditch and  move on.&amp;nbsp; I’m waiting for that morning to come when I find my joy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;“Forget the former things;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do not dwell on the past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;See, I am doing a new thing!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am making a way in the wilderness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and streams in the wasteland.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaiah 43:18-19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It  is time to move on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With the new year is a new book filled with blank  pages.&amp;nbsp; I need to decide how I’m going to fill those pages up.&amp;nbsp; I’ve  got to forget the former things, and look toward the things the Lord has  in store for me now.&amp;nbsp; My kids are already half – grown.&amp;nbsp; I’ve got to  enjoy every second with them… and make it count.&amp;nbsp; None of us are  guaranteed tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; We are not guaranteed our next breath.&amp;nbsp; I’ve got  to make every moment count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So with many tears and great relief&amp;nbsp; I  am going to lay it down, and trust God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m going to move on and look  for the dawn of the new day and the joy it is going to bring.&amp;nbsp; I know it  won’t be easy and I’m sure there will be days when thoughts of the  former things will creep to my mind, but I’m asking God to give me the  strength to dismiss those thoughts and focus on the task at hand, this  thing called… LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.godtube.com/embed/source/pplzwnnx.js?w=350&amp;amp;h=200&amp;amp;ap=false&amp;amp;sl=false&amp;amp;title=true" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-4335396232430976685?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/4335396232430976685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=4335396232430976685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4335396232430976685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4335396232430976685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2010/12/laying-it-down.html' title='Laying it down...'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-2855054428399475859</id><published>2010-02-17T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:07:18.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Slow Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="date"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="storytitle" id="post-351"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Above all else, guard your heart for it is the wellspring of life.&amp;nbsp; Proverbs 4:34&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation lies all around us,&amp;nbsp; waiting for us,&amp;nbsp; from the moment our  feet hit the floor in the morning til we lay our head on our pillows at  night.&amp;nbsp; It creeps into our thoughts and seeps into our hearts.&amp;nbsp; It  clouds our judgement and before long controls our actions.&amp;nbsp; That is why  it is so, so important to guard our hearts. &amp;nbsp; We must be careful of the  music we listen to, the shows and movies we watch, the books we read,  the things we look at on the internet, the conversations we have, the  things we chat about and the friendships we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very clear line between right and wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God has drawn a line and Satan is on the other side playing &lt;i&gt;Red Rover, Red Rover, &lt;/i&gt;he  is&amp;nbsp; daring you to come over.&amp;nbsp; So you make a small compromise.&amp;nbsp; Who is  it going to hurt if I watch this?&amp;nbsp; No one will know.&amp;nbsp; You crossed the  line.&amp;nbsp; Then he draws another line and once again dares you to come  over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who is it going to hurt if I chat with them?&amp;nbsp; We are just  friends. &amp;nbsp; So you make another small compromise&amp;nbsp; and bear your soul to  someone who is not your spouse.&amp;nbsp; You crossed another line.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then Satan  draws another line.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don’t you deserve to feel good?&amp;nbsp; Don’t you deserve  to be happy?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don’t YOU….&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Before you know it, you have made so many  compromises and crossed so many lines that you find yourself in places  you never thought you’d be, doing things you never thought you would  do.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You&amp;nbsp; gave in to “SELF” and bought the lie hook, line and  sinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you wake up, look at yourself in the mirror and think “Who are  you?” You think back on the compromises you’ve made, the things you’ve done.&amp;nbsp;  So, who did it hurt?&amp;nbsp; The decisions we make don’t just hurt ourselves.&amp;nbsp;  They affect our spouse, our children, our family and our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is above temptation.&amp;nbsp; We live in a fallen world.&amp;nbsp; So many  people are hurting.&amp;nbsp; So many people are suffering from broken hearts.&amp;nbsp;  Instead of looking to God to heal them, they look to the world.&amp;nbsp; The  only problem with that is that the world will never satisfy&amp;nbsp; their  longing. &amp;nbsp; They will always have that&amp;nbsp; emptiness in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan knows that he doesn’t have much time left, so he is seeking  those he can destroy.&amp;nbsp; He knows exactly what buttons to push.&amp;nbsp; He is  coming after the church seeking to destroy the family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It grieves me  when I see the families that he has torn apart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It angers me to think  of&amp;nbsp; the lives he has destroyed. &amp;nbsp; Dear loved ones that he is taking  down. &amp;nbsp; We must keep our houses in order.&amp;nbsp; We must be on our toes, ready  to fight when he comes knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do if we wake up one day and find ourselves to be that  stranger we never thought we would be?&amp;nbsp; Thankfully we serve a loving and  forgiving God.&amp;nbsp; Just cry out to Him.&amp;nbsp; Turn your heart and your life  back over to him.&amp;nbsp; He will pick you up and dust you off and nurse you  back to life.&amp;nbsp; He is waiting for you to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing you can do is pray… pray for your family.&amp;nbsp;  Pray that God will protect your spouse.&amp;nbsp; That He will&amp;nbsp; keep their  thoughts and hearts pure.&amp;nbsp; Pray for your friends’ marriages.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pray that  God will protect them.&amp;nbsp; Lift one another up bear one anothers burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the song &lt;i&gt;Slow Fade&lt;/i&gt; by Casting Crowns I think of  how easy it is to turn away from God if we fall out of fellowship with  Him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t happen overnight.&amp;nbsp; It is small compromise after small  compromise that leads down the road to destruction.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think this  devotion really sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7n20HP56Ztg" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Slow Fade” by Casting Crowns&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;It’s the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the  strings&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little feet where you go&lt;br /&gt;For it’s the little feet behind you that are sure to follow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;It’s a slow fade, it’s a slow fade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be careful little ears what you hear&lt;br /&gt;When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little lips what you say&lt;br /&gt;For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The journey from your mind to your hands&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;Be careful if you think you stand&lt;br /&gt;You just might be sinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Daddies never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Families never crumble in a day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what see&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;For the Father up above is looking down in love&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-2855054428399475859?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/2855054428399475859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=2855054428399475859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2855054428399475859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2855054428399475859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2010/02/slow-fade.html' title='Slow Fade'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7n20HP56Ztg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-6741467680235394576</id><published>2009-06-21T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:15:53.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the day I have been dreading for  months.  It has been difficult these last few weeks seeing Father’s Day  commercials on TV and hearing them on the radio. I’d see something and  think, Hey! Daddy would really like that! Then I remember… he isn’t  here.  I still go to call him sometimes.  I haven’t been able to bring  myself to delete his number out of my phone.  Sometimes Tracy says, “Dad  came to visit me at work today.” I ask, “Which one?” Then I remember.   When we have a family get-together, there is that empty seat at the  table.   No one really talks about it, but I know what they are  thinking, because I am thinking it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just when I think I’ve cried all that I  can… there I go again.  It has been almost four months since daddy  passed.  I know it will get easier.  But I think all those firsts will  be hard.  We were blessed to have him as long as we did.  I don’t want  to forget daddy.  Maybe there will be a day when I can be thankful and  look forward to those “special days” as a time of remembrance, and not  dread them. Maybe there will be time when my heart doesn’t ache.   Yes, I  am looking forward to that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-6741467680235394576?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/6741467680235394576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=6741467680235394576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/6741467680235394576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/6741467680235394576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-5624738850481099272</id><published>2009-06-05T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T19:04:26.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>We don’t grieve as those without hope… but by golly, we still grieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been three months since my daddy  passed away.  They say time heals all wounds… but how much time?   It  seems like the weight of his passing presses harder on my heart with  each passing day.  Grief is a difficult thing to deal with.   Even as  Christians, sometimes we do not know how to handle loss. I know the  bible says, “do not grieve as those without hope.”   Yes, I have that  hope… but for heavens sake, I still grieve.   I was reading something  the other day about grief.  It reminded me the “Jesus wept.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How simple is that?  Jesus grieved the  loss of his friend and He wept.  What does grief feel like?  A constant  ache in my heart… A deep loneliness… Depression… All of the above.  I  miss my daddy so much.   I keep thinking how can people go on with their  lives like normal when my daddy is gone?  How can they go on like  normal when I am hurting?   Can’t they see?   Don’t they know?   Don’t  they care?   I have to put on my mask and pretend everything is alright  when inside I’m screaming I AM NOT OK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I know it is a natural part of  life.  Yes, I know that he isn’t sick anymore, and I honestly rejoice in  that.  Yes, I know in my heart he is in a better place…but PLEASE don’t  keep telling me that.   I know I will see him again someday… but PLEASE  don’t tell me that again.  That doesn’t make the ache in my heart go  away, or the tears stop falling.  When we know someone who has a loved  one pass, we forget about it after the funeral.  We go on with our lives  as if nothing happened, but that person must face the incredible loss  on a daily basis.  They must face the emptiness and the hurt of a broken  heart.  It isn’t easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The great thing is that we are never  alone… even though we feel that way at times.   I have to keep reminding  myself this.  And when I don’t remember… God is so gracious and loving  to send a gentle voice to remind me… “Hey, I’m here. Lean on me.” Truly,  He is the only one who can understand and cares about the way that I  feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I trudge through this grief, one day at a time… holding on to the hope that someday this too shall pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-5624738850481099272?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/5624738850481099272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=5624738850481099272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/5624738850481099272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/5624738850481099272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2009/06/we-dont-grieve-as-those-without-hope.html' title='We don’t grieve as those without hope… but by golly, we still grieve'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-2322208512396518248</id><published>2009-03-09T18:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:57:37.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Finishing the Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes in life we begin a race and we  don’t even know it.  Once we realize we are running a race, how do we  find the strength to endure ’til the end?  We find the strength we need  in our faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About 30 years ago, my dad began the race of his lifetime when he was diagnosed with Mixed Connective Tissue Disease… &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lupus.org/" target="_blank" title="LUPUS"&gt;LUPUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.    He had no idea how this incurable disease was going to affect his  life.  At that time little was known about Lupus.  I can’t imagine how  scared he must have been.  Would he live to see his two young children  grow up?  Would he leave his beautiful wife a widow at a young age?    Nobody could begin to imagine the journey the next 30 years would bring  him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lupus is a very cruel disease. It is an  autoimmune disorder and it affects organ systems, skin, joints, and  internal organs. Basically, it causes the body’s defense system to turn  against the body itself. When Daddy was 40 he suffered a massive stroke  that left him paralyzed on his right size. Although I know he felt like  giving up… he didn’t. His faith in God gave him the strength to go on. I  can’t tell you all the times over the years that he has been  hospitalized for one thing or another. Many of those times the doctors  told us this is the end… but he’d pull through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About two years ago Daddy had  mitro-value replacement at the Sanger Clinic in Charlotte, NC. The  doctors gave him a less than 13% chance of surviving the surgery. Not  having the surgery meant imminent death. It was a long hard battle, but  once again, Daddy beat the odds. God wasn’t finished with him yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many times I remember being angry at  God… asking why he would let Daddy suffer so long. I just didn’t  understand. I know that I never will. You know the funny thing, I never…  EVER heard my Daddy complain. Through all his years of suffering, he  kept his faith and sense of humor. There would be times when I know he  felt so bad and I’d ask him how he was feeling. He’d say, “With my  fingers.” LOL I’ve seen people come to visit him in the hospital… Daddy  lying in the bed in such pain he can barely speak and before you know  it, he would be encouraging them… praying for them. That is the kind of  man my Daddy was.  So, if my Daddy can endure so much and keep his  faith, then why can’t I? The things that I go through are so small  compared to all he suffered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Daddy used to listen to the song,  “The Light of That City” by the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir over and over  again. Each time he would just weep… not tears of sorrow, but tears of  joy because Daddy had it all figured out. He knew that the things he  suffered here on this earth were nothing when he thought of what awaited  him after this life. That was his focus. That should be my focus. That  is the strength that I need to finish my race.  Daddy endured to the  end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On March 5, 2009, God called his name.  It was time for him to go to the home that he longed for… to the place  where there would be “no more sorrow, no more pain”… to the place where  “the lame will run all over the streets of that city” … to the place  where he would “bow down in the light and then rise and turn his eyes to  his Lord, Jesus Christ.”  It was a bitter sweet day for me. I know that  now he is completely healed. I praise God for that! But, this small  part of me misses my Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend told me not to think of it as  goodbye… but see you in a little while. I know that he is waiting there  for me. I just need to have faith and keep my eyes on the prize and  endure ’til the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-hUfPNbjChoE/TwY4djzvULI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JKLM5rAPM5Y/s1600/daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUfPNbjChoE/TwY4djzvULI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JKLM5rAPM5Y/s320/daddy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Gregory “Greg” Phelps&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 9, 1954 – March 5, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;address style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/address&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;“For I am already being poured out like  a drink offering, and the time has come for my departure.  I have  fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord,  the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me,  but also to all who have longed for his appearing.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~ 2 Timothy 4:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-2322208512396518248?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/2322208512396518248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=2322208512396518248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2322208512396518248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2322208512396518248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2009/03/finishing-race.html' title='Finishing the Race'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUfPNbjChoE/TwY4djzvULI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JKLM5rAPM5Y/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-9051372233147343158</id><published>2009-02-17T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:27:35.554-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Good Fruit, Bad Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I watched  my children play outside today, I was filled with a  sense of great joy  and pride. How awesome that God granted me worthy of  such an awesome  responsibility. He has enough faith in me to care for  and raise these  three beautiful children. But sometimes I wonder. Do I  really have what  it takes? How can I raise these children and guide  them to be what God  wants them to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered. Does God feel that way when He  looks at me? What  have I done to make him proud of me? What have I done  to bring Him  great joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember driving in the van one day,  on the brink of tears (no,  wait. I was crying) from sheer frustration. I  was frustrated because  one of my dear sweet children (whom shall remain  nameless) would just  not obey me. If I said come, she would go, if I  said sit, she would  stand. She colored on the floor and the walls. She  was doing things  that she knew she wasn’t supposed to do. This  particular night I was  driving home from my mom and dad’s house. I was  upset and discouraged  about my dear daughter’s behavior that day. I told  her that I didn’t  understand why she kept doing these things over and  over when she knows  not to. I told her how it made me sad when she  didn’t obey me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, God spoke to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you   know how I feel when you continually do things that I ask you not to do.   You feel the sadness and broken heart that I feel when you don’t obey   My Word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Wow! Talk about a jolt! Surely, I didn’t act  that way in  the eyes of my Lord. Did I bring him sadness with the things  that I  did? Was He frustrated and tired of telling me the same things,  over  and over again? What fruit was I demonstrating to my children?  I felt  so inadequate as a mother, but grateful that  God had been patient with  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what could I do? I prayed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;God,  please forgive me for the times I  don’t obey Your Word. Thank you for  Your patience in dealing with me.  Please, give me the same patience  with my children. Let me display to  them the same love and mercy You  show me each and every day. Let me love  my children the way you love  me. Help me to be gentle, patient and  kind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I *try* to be patient and gentle  with my children, (Notice I  said *try*) because I don’t always succeed.  In fact, most of the time, I  fail miserably in this area.  It is  something that I must work on each  day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, how can I have gentleness and  patience?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I  know, these are Fruits of the Spirit. (Galatians 5:22) How  does one  obtain these ‘fruits’? Perhaps God already gave me mine and I  ate them!  No, seriously, the Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;“By their fruit you  will recognize  them. Do people pick grapes from thorn bushes, or figs  from thistles?  Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad  tree bears bad  fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree  cannot bear  good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is  cut down and  thrown into the fire. Thus, by their fruit you will  recognize them.”  ~Matthew 7:15-23&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I ask, if I do not bear these  fruits of patience  and gentleness, does that make me a ‘bad tree’?  Sometimes I feel that  way. The Fruit of the Spirit in our lives affects  everything we do and  say and the way we rationalize things; without  it, everything is  affected by sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So,  I say, live by the Spirit, and  you will not gratify the desires of the  sinful nature… those who belong  to Christ Jesus have crucified the  sinful nature with its passions and  desires. Since we live by the  Spirit, let us keep in step with the  Spirit.” ~Galatians 5: 16;24-25 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;How can we ‘walk in the Spirit’?&lt;/b&gt; The  indwelling Holy Spirit enables us to walk daily with God (2  Cor.3:17-18). Walking in the Spirit involves three steps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div&gt;Recognize the voice of the Spirit (John 10:27).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div&gt;Obey the promptings of the Spirit (Acts 13:2-3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;div&gt;Receive the enabling of the Spirit (Jude 24).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As you keep your focus on the Lord each and every day,  walking in  the Spirit becomes a daily experience enabling you to bear  ‘good  fruit.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Developing  Christian Character&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a chart of &lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/characterqualities.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Qualities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found on the &lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Duggar Family &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;website that in essence lists the ‘good fruit’ vs the ‘bad fruit’  I hope you find it useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-9051372233147343158?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/9051372233147343158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=9051372233147343158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/9051372233147343158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/9051372233147343158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2011/02/good-fruit-bad-fruit.html' title='Good Fruit, Bad Fruit'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-3178917558972394853</id><published>2008-01-05T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:18:07.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Let the "Son" Shine In</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how windows always appear clean on the  outside?&amp;nbsp;  They appear clean until the sun shines through them and  exposes all the  smudges, smears and fingerprints.&amp;nbsp; No matter what one  uses to clean  the windows, it is virtually impossible to get rid of all  the smudges  and streaks. Our lives are like that. &amp;nbsp; We appear clean  until the Son  shines through us and exposes all the smudges, smears and  fingerprints  (SIN) in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“But everything exposed by the light becomes visible,&amp;nbsp; for it is the light that&amp;nbsp; makes everything visible.”&amp;nbsp; ~ Ephesians 5:13-14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light, &lt;i&gt;Jesus,&lt;/i&gt; exposes our sins.&amp;nbsp;  Unfortunately, sin brings death.&amp;nbsp;  The Bible says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” ~ Romans 2:23.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  all have sin in our lives. It is impossible for God to allow sin  in  heaven. The thing is, we cannot do anything to remove the sin in our   lives no matter how hard we try.&amp;nbsp; I’m reminded of the song… “&lt;i&gt;What can wash away my sins…  Nothing but the blood of Jesus.” &lt;/i&gt; Thankfully, there is a way to get rid of all the sin in our lives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;“For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #660000;"&gt;~ John 3:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not want us to  perish.&amp;nbsp; He wants us to have eternal life  with Him, so He sent his only  Son, Jesus, the spotless lamb, to pay the  price for our sins.&amp;nbsp;  Receiving the gift of eternal life is as easy as &lt;i&gt;A…B…C&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“A” is for Admit. You must admit to God that you are a  sinner.  You must be sorry for your sins and turn away (repent) from  sinning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God. ~ Romans 3:23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. ~Romans 6:23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord. ~Acts 3:19&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us   our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. ~ 1 John 1:9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“B” is for Believe.  You must believe that Jesus is God’s Son and that God sent Jesus to pay the penalty for sin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son,  that  whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. ~  John&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”  ~John 14:6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. ~  Romans 5:8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“C” is for Confess. You must confess your faith in Jesus Christ as Savior and Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe  in  your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. For  it  is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with   your mouth that you confess and are saved…. for, “Everyone who calls on   the name of the Lord will be saved.” ~Romans 10:9-10,13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you admit to God that you are a sinner, repent and turn from  your  sin, believe that Jesus is God’s Son sent to die to pay for the  sins  of the world, and confess your faith in Jesus, you are a Christian  and  know Jesus as your Savior. &lt;b&gt;Admit!  Believe!  Confess!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample prayer that will help you begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am a sinner, and that I need Your grace. Thank you for   loving me enough to send your Son Jesus Christ into the world to die for   my sins. I believe that He arose from the dead and that He lives  today.  I confess my sins to You now, and ask that You place Your Holy  Spirit  in my heart that I may turn away from my sins. I love You, I  believe in  You, and I want to have a personal relationship with You.&amp;nbsp;  In Jesus’  name I pray, Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-3178917558972394853?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/3178917558972394853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=3178917558972394853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3178917558972394853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3178917558972394853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2012/01/test.html' title='Let the &quot;Son&quot; Shine In'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-1156238237390683782</id><published>2008-01-02T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:16:20.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Happy 2008!!</title><content type='html'>It is really hard to believe that a new year has begun.&amp;nbsp; I know that I  haven't really blogged much lately.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have been so busy at my house  that the New Year almost came in unnoticed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As many of you know, my  parents have been living with us since my dad returned from Charlotte in  September after having open heart surgery.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have really enjoyed  having them here.&amp;nbsp; The kids love being able to see their Granny &amp;amp; Pappy every day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  A couple of weeks ago they found the perfect place to live, only 1/2  the distance from us as their old house.&amp;nbsp; (That makes a huge difference  when one lives in a tourist town.)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, they moved into their new  house on New Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp; I am sure they are excited about starting a  new year in their new house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been rearranging our house.&amp;nbsp; When we started homeschooling we  bought the girls bunk beds so they could share a room and made one room  into our schoolroom.&amp;nbsp; Well, the girls are getting older and wanting to  have their own rooms back.&amp;nbsp; UGH!&amp;nbsp; I guess I can most definitely  understand that, especially since they spend so much time together.&amp;nbsp; It  will be nice for them to have their 'own space'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, we decided to  move the schoolroom into the family room... (thus getting rid of the  family room) and moving the TV into the living room.&amp;nbsp; (The living room  was just a quiet sitting room.)&amp;nbsp; So I have been moving books,  bookshelves, furniture and papers (a.k.a. JUNK).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are going through all this trouble to move stuff, we are making  the most of it and having a HUGE CLEANING OUT!!!&amp;nbsp; How did we get so  much STUFF?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am really proud of the girls.&amp;nbsp; They are really getting  rid of stuff they no longer use.&amp;nbsp; When they get into their own rooms  they will be empty.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; What a great way to start the new year, fresh  with a clean &lt;strike&gt;slate&lt;/strike&gt; room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the school room is looking GREAT!&amp;nbsp; I love having more room.&amp;nbsp; I will  post pics when I get it finished...hopefully that will be before  2009!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't think I was going to like it, but I truly do.&amp;nbsp; A plus  is that the fireplace is in there... so we will stay nice and cozy warm  this winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I don't think that I blogged about this.&amp;nbsp; We had to have  our sweet precious beagle, Cokey, put to sleep Dec. 7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was in  congestive heart failure.&amp;nbsp; It was such a difficult thing to do.&amp;nbsp; My dh  and I got her on our 1st wedding anniversary.&amp;nbsp; She was almost 14 years  old.&amp;nbsp; I can count on one hand how many times I have seen my dh cry in  the last 15 years I've known him.&amp;nbsp; This was one of them.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the  kids were heartbroken.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To help with the blow... we got an inside  cat.&amp;nbsp; (We don't have much luck with outside cats.)&amp;nbsp; Anyway, his name is  Buddy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is really sweet, and good natured with the kids.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't  fuss too much when &lt;strike&gt;they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; Jacob drags him, swings him  and throws him around the house.&amp;nbsp; The only thing is that Buddy has lost  about six of his lives for pooping on&amp;nbsp; the carpet.&amp;nbsp; YUCK!!!&amp;nbsp; I just  can't stand that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He knows where his litter box is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  If he does it  again, he will be definitely be outside, or lose his remaining three  lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what do you think of my new look?&amp;nbsp; I was so tired of looking at  my other template.&amp;nbsp; I designed this a few weeks ago but was waiting  until the "official" start of winter to change it.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had time  to update it until today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let me know what you think..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better get back to cleaning.&amp;nbsp; 'til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-1156238237390683782?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/1156238237390683782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=1156238237390683782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/1156238237390683782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/1156238237390683782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2008/01/happy-2008.html' title='Happy 2008!!'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-2493362540520175751</id><published>2007-10-08T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:56:16.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>So much say...truly so little time!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe that it has been more than a month since I've  blogged.&amp;nbsp; The time has gone by so fast.&amp;nbsp; First of all I want to thank  everyone for the kind notes and prayers.&amp;nbsp; My dad went through a really  rough times after the surgery.&amp;nbsp; He was on life support for a week.&amp;nbsp; He  ended up having to get a pacemaker on top of the new valves.&amp;nbsp; He has  made so much progress.&amp;nbsp; Now more than a month later he is doing well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have really been busy here. I have sat down I can't tell you  how many times to update, but I never finished the post.&amp;nbsp; Other things  call for my attention.&amp;nbsp; So, here is a brief recap of what has happened  the last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aug. 21.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I made it back from Charlotte in time to celebrate  Sarah Beth's 10th birthday!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe that my baby girl is 10  years old.&amp;nbsp; She is turning into such a young lady.&amp;nbsp; She had a High  School Musical themed party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_7834.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sb.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sept. 7&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Mom and Dad came home from Charlotte!&amp;nbsp; They are living  with us for a while so that we can help out with dad.&amp;nbsp; That is going  well.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.&amp;nbsp; I know many  families are not blessed in that way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are all reaping the benefits  of having them here... (can you say Mom's home cooking?!)&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; We are  enjoying spending time with them and seeing dad progress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is truly a  miracle that he is here with us.&amp;nbsp; The kids think that dad is the  "Bionic Man".&amp;nbsp; When you stand next to him you can hear his valves  ticking.&amp;nbsp; I think dad is going to start a little side business and  charge a quarter for those who want to listen to him tick.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All you  local hs families... can you say, "Field Trip!"&amp;nbsp; LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sept. 9&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; My baby turned 4 years old.&amp;nbsp; I really  can't believe that.&amp;nbsp; It seems like only yesterday I found out we were  going to have him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We celebrated his birthday with a Superman theme  party with just family.&amp;nbsp; We were so glad that mom and dad were home to  celebrate with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/Harrisburg%20Bridge/DSC_8407-1.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/Harrisburg%20Bridge/DSC_8417.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And yes, I made it to the Harrisburg Bridge for our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125/http://homeschoolblogger.com/MySmokyMtnHomeschool/204535/"&gt;yearly pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;  I didn't think Tracy was going to be able to hold Jacob up like he has  in the past.&amp;nbsp; I can just picture Jacob's 16th birthday... I'll be  hollering at Tracy... "Just a little higher.&amp;nbsp; Just hang on a few more  seconds!"&amp;nbsp; LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/Harrisburg%20Bridge/2007.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rachel hasn't had a birthday the last month, but I  don't want to leave her out... so here are some pics of her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are  more on the 'artistic' side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/021.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/019.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/022.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/015.jpg" style="display: block;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started up Bible study again with some of my dearest friends,  they are the best spiritual mentors!&amp;nbsp; And to top it all off,&amp;nbsp; my mom is  also joining us,&amp;nbsp; which is such a treat!&amp;nbsp; We are doing &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125/http://www.lproof.org/"&gt;Beth Moore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'s study on the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20071012034125/http://www.lifeway.com/lwc/article_main_page/0%2C1703%2CA%25253D163517%252526M%25253D200853%2C00.html"&gt;Book of Daniel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;  It has really been an eye opener for me.&amp;nbsp; I have learned so much.&amp;nbsp; I am  enjoying my quiet time in the mornings more than ever before.&amp;nbsp; My day  goes so much smoother when I get to spend my quite time with God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time we have been busy with school... and, well, just  life.&amp;nbsp; We are almost finished with our first semester of school&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We  will be taking off next week.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping the weather will finally cool  down and the leaves will start to change. Fall is my favorite time of  the year, but it doesn't even feel like fall. &amp;nbsp; We are still having hot,  humid, summer like weather here.&amp;nbsp; I think it is supposed to cool down  some by this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I am so ready for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, it is nice to be able to step away from the computer and  spent time with my family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blogging used to be an obsession for me.&amp;nbsp; I  had to have the most hits, I had to be on the top of this list and that  list.&amp;nbsp; I was self-absorbed with being #1.&amp;nbsp; UGH!&amp;nbsp; What an awful place to  be.&amp;nbsp; Now I hardly give it a second thought.&amp;nbsp; I would like to start  again, but only to keep a journal of what is going on in our life... and  with school, maybe with a weekly post.&amp;nbsp; :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-2493362540520175751?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/2493362540520175751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=2493362540520175751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2493362540520175751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/2493362540520175751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/10/so-much-saytruly-so-little-time.html' title='So much say...truly so little time!'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-6995128330461146147</id><published>2007-08-17T23:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:46:49.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>Friday update... it is Friday, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi ya'll.&amp;nbsp; Here is today's update.&amp;nbsp; Dad&amp;nbsp;is still sedated and on the  ventilator.&amp;nbsp; ::sigh::&amp;nbsp; We were hoping they would take him off today,  but found out this morning that he would be on it today, and over  night.&amp;nbsp; They will reevaluate him in the morning. He has fluid in his  lungs are they are trying to keep that under control.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 1:00 visit was very encouraging.&amp;nbsp; When mom spoke to him he  turned his head toward her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He can't speak or nod his head, but we  knew that he knew we were there.&amp;nbsp; LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, again, we are waiting.&amp;nbsp; But the Lord is teaching us that nasty  'P' word... PATIENCE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their  strength.&amp;nbsp; So we should&amp;nbsp;be able to fly soon!&amp;nbsp; :-D&amp;nbsp; We are being  transformed daily... b/c we have to walk 100 miles up hill each day in  100 degree weather!&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; We are gonna be 2 hot chicks by the time we  get back to TN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our 4:00 visit he was more sedated.&amp;nbsp; They had also given him some pain medicine to make him comfy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss TN.&amp;nbsp; I miss my honey and kids...&amp;nbsp; If anyone sees them,  please give them a big hug and kiss from me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Just the kids)... ;-D&amp;nbsp;  You can shake Tracy's hand.&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; Well, that is all for now.&amp;nbsp; We love  ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AmyBeth and Sheila&amp;nbsp; a.ka. Tori&amp;nbsp; (don't ask)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-6995128330461146147?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/6995128330461146147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=6995128330461146147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/6995128330461146147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/6995128330461146147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/08/friday-update-it-is-friday-isnt-it.html' title='Friday update... it is Friday, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-7150863781967298654</id><published>2007-08-16T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:45:01.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>My Dad - Thurs. **UPDATED @ 2 p.m.**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;***UPDATED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;2:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The doctor was able to remove the  blood clot.&amp;nbsp; they seem to have the bleeding under control.&amp;nbsp; He lungs are  still not good enough to breathe on his own.&amp;nbsp; He is still sedated and  on the ventilator.&amp;nbsp; They are not in a hurry to remove it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please pray  for strength for mom and I as it is very difficult to see him hooked up  to all those machines, and know they are doing his breathing for him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  As you may have guessed, I didn't go home today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I will stay in  Charlotte wth mom until dad is well enough to be moved out of the  CRVU.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We belive that God brought us here for a reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone has  been so nice, and the staff knows their stuff.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I can't tell you how much it means  to know you are praying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please continue to do so.&amp;nbsp; And please pray  for my family, and I will be away from them for another day, and for my  brother, Adam, as he couldn't make the trip from AZ.&amp;nbsp; I know it is hard  on him not being here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;7:00AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The doctor called us this morning.&amp;nbsp; Dad has  developed a blood clot.&amp;nbsp; It is not in his heart,&amp;nbsp; but it is preventing  his heart from functioning properly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They are going back in to do  surgery to remove the clot.&amp;nbsp; He was still having trouble bleeding, and  they were giving him a blood transfusion.&amp;nbsp; He was still sedated, and on  the breathing machine, as they anticipated having to take him back to  surgery, so we didn't get to see him awake, *awake* last night.&amp;nbsp; But I  believe he knew we were there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So mom and I are again, waiting.&amp;nbsp; His doctor said  that this would definitely slow his progress, but slow is better than  nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Will update as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-7150863781967298654?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/7150863781967298654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=7150863781967298654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/7150863781967298654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/7150863781967298654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/08/my-dad-thurs-updated-2-pm.html' title='My Dad - Thurs. **UPDATED @ 2 p.m.**'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-619854759797642537</id><published>2007-08-15T23:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:43:24.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>** Dad Update**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you so much for all the prayers.&amp;nbsp; God is answering them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070909073132im_/http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/include/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/teeth_smile.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;  Dad came through the surgery without complications.&amp;nbsp; The doctors were  successful in replacing the aeorta and mitro valves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is having  minimal bleeding that the doctors are able to control.&amp;nbsp; Please pray they  will continue to keep it under control, and that he does not throw a  blood clot and have a stroke, as those are the immediate concerns.&amp;nbsp; The  doctor&amp;nbsp;is optimistic &amp;nbsp;that dad will have a full recovery.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Praise the  Lord!!&amp;nbsp; We hope that he will be awake for our 8:30 visit.&amp;nbsp; It will be  good to see his brown eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I will be heading home tomorrow afternoon.&amp;nbsp; My mom has a safe place to stay, and she will be fed.&amp;nbsp; :-D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Lord is GOOD!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you again for your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-619854759797642537?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/619854759797642537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=619854759797642537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/619854759797642537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/619854759797642537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/08/dad-update.html' title='** Dad Update**'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-4413044289672294845</id><published>2007-08-14T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:41:37.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer Requests'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come before you today to request prayer for my dad, Greg.&amp;nbsp; He is   scheduled to have mitro-valve replacement surgery Wednesday in   Charlotte, NC.&amp;nbsp; He and mom are already over there and I will be leaving   this afternoon for Charlotte.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is a very high risk surgery, due  to  all of dad's medical conditions.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His doctor comes VERY HIGHLY   recommended, and will have another skilled surgeon with him.&amp;nbsp; They said   it has come to the point if he doesn't have the surgery that the heart   muscle will deteriorate and he will not live much longer.&amp;nbsp; He runs a   risk of having a stroke or bleeding during the surgery.&amp;nbsp; So basically,   his fate will be decided one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the power of prayer, and ask that you pray for guidance for   the doctors, and that they would successfully perform the  replacements.&amp;nbsp;  Please pray that my dad has a speedy recovery, as he  will remain in  Charlotte until he is able to travel home.&amp;nbsp; This can put  a great  financial strain on my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has already answered prayers in this situation.&amp;nbsp; He has provided a   place for my mom to stay, and a way for me to get there.&amp;nbsp; My precious   friend, Marica, has offered to take off from work and drive me. Please   pray that we have safe travels.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="moz-smiley-s5"&gt;&lt;span&gt; :-D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Please pray for my family as I will be gone from them for 3 days.&amp;nbsp; God  has also provided someone to keep the kids for me.   &lt;br /&gt;The surgery is scheduled for 8:15.&amp;nbsp; He is at the Carolina Medical Center  in Charlotte, NC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for peace, for all of us.&amp;nbsp; The decision has been make, and  now it is up to God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-4413044289672294845?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/4413044289672294845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=4413044289672294845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4413044289672294845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4413044289672294845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/08/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-6902116173910150913</id><published>2007-07-11T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:20:39.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The Smell Is In the Air...</title><content type='html'>My favorite time of the year is approaching.&amp;nbsp; I was at Target the other  day when I was drawn to the back corner like a magnet to all the lovely,  wonderful school supplies!!! &amp;nbsp; It is only July and already the stores  are busy putting out all those glorious school supplies!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;YIPPEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070809112528im_/http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/include/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/teeth_smile.gif" /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We bought spiral notebooks, crayons (for Jacob) and folders with  High School Musical and Hannah Montana on them...(the kids picked out  some folders, too)&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070809112528im_/http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/include/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/wink_smile.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We even found some cute HSM pencils... (they also had some cute HSM book bags, but &lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; we didn't get those.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staples has items this week for 1 cent.&amp;nbsp; Yes, you read that right, 1  cent!&amp;nbsp; So, of course, I loaded up the kids for a trip to town to visit  our friendly neighborhood Staples. I could spend HOURS in Staples.&amp;nbsp; I  just love office/school supplies. &amp;nbsp; I bought some little pencil  sharpeners and packs of pencils for 1 cent each. (They were out of the  cute little pencil boxes I wanted). &amp;nbsp; I also&amp;nbsp; bought 3 ring binders  3/$.99,&amp;nbsp; and notebook paper &amp;amp; glue unbelievable cheap.&amp;nbsp; I also  stocked up on tempra paint.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My school room shelves are getting full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the kids are excited about all the new supplies, too.&amp;nbsp;  Especially Jacob.&amp;nbsp; Tonight I went in the school room to put some books  up and there was some glue on the table.&amp;nbsp; Two brand new bottles of  ELMER'S glue were sitting there.&amp;nbsp; One bottle was empty, and the other  was half full.&amp;nbsp; I knew who had to be responsible, so I went looking for  Jacob.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tracy said he brought him a plate full of glue earlier.&amp;nbsp; I  wondered where the rest of it went.&amp;nbsp; When I went back in the school  room, there sitting on the table lined up in a neat little row were the  three new pencil sharpeners... each filled with... you guessed it... &lt;strong&gt;GLUE!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;  AY-AY-AY!&amp;nbsp; LOL... I couldn't help but laugh...of course, I had to keep a  straight face in front of Jacob and explain to him that is not what the  glue was for.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Oh, OK.. I sorry."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How could I be mad at  that sweet innocent face?! &amp;nbsp; I must admit he did a very neat job at  filling them up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070809112528im_/http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/include/fckeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/confused_smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am preparing to start teaching Jacob preschool this year, perhaps our first lesson should be '&lt;em&gt;How to use school supplies!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-6902116173910150913?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/6902116173910150913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=6902116173910150913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/6902116173910150913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/6902116173910150913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/07/smell-is-in-air.html' title='The Smell Is In the Air...'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-3725995043628551692</id><published>2007-06-23T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:14:19.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Learning is everywhere...</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a really long time since I've actually blogged  something about my life in general.&amp;nbsp; I have just been so busy, I really  haven't had time to sit and put my thoughts together in coherent form.&amp;nbsp;  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't guarantee this is in coherent form, but I thought I'd share  some of the fun things we've been doing.&amp;nbsp; We've been blessed with  several learning experiences this last month.&amp;nbsp; It started when Rachel  was reading &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frog_and_Toad"&gt;'Frog &amp;amp; Toad'.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;  I thought it would be neat to study frogs and toads... I think I  needen't explain why.&amp;nbsp; So we did.&amp;nbsp; I must admit.. I never knew the  differences between frogs &amp;amp; toads.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed our study.&amp;nbsp; The girls  especially enjoyed &lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140/http://www.froguts.com/flash_content/demo/frog.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dissecting a frog online&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one night Sarah Beth found a toad outside.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would  be cool to keep it for a while and observe it.&amp;nbsp; The girls had a big  laugh when the toad continued to pee on me when I picked it up.&amp;nbsp; They  thought that was a BIG HOOT!&amp;nbsp; Ha, ha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I was performing a science experiment to disprove the old  wives tale that you get warts when toads pee on you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So far no  strange growths or bumps have appeared on my skin.&amp;nbsp; I feel like the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140/http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/mythbusters/mythbusters.html"&gt;Myth Busters!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we fed Duncan, the toad, some lightning bugs.&amp;nbsp; They didn't last 2  seconds.&amp;nbsp; We got to see him eat the lightning bugs.&amp;nbsp; It was so cool.&amp;nbsp;  I've never seen a toad eat before.&amp;nbsp; Their tongues are so fast.&amp;nbsp; We went  to the pet store and bought him some crickets.&amp;nbsp; That was cool watching  him eat those.&amp;nbsp; (Am I morbid, or what?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_0372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The kids watching the frog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_0384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jacob looking for the lightning bug.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we enjoyed Duncan for about a week and then let him go in the back  yard.&amp;nbsp; We still see him hopping out in the flower bed every now and  then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one Wednesday night I was talking to someone at church about  dissecting owl pelets.&amp;nbsp; The next day the kids and I went on our daily  walk look what we found in the back yard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_3367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took a picture of it next to a dime to give you an idea of how big  it is.&amp;nbsp; We actually found 2 of them.&amp;nbsp; They were just laying right there  on the ground in a dirt patch.&amp;nbsp; Sarah Beth and I disseted one of them.&amp;nbsp;  We found lots of tiny feathers in it and a baby bird claw and leg.&amp;nbsp; We  haven't disected the other one yet.&amp;nbsp; Can anyone identify this pellet?&amp;nbsp;  What type of bird is it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also enjoyed finding some little clams and neat rocks in the creek behind our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_0629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_0645.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day after we let Duncan go look what I found crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_1879copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Isn't she beautiful?&amp;nbsp; I absolutely LOVE turtles, and  used to bring them home all the time when I was a kid.&amp;nbsp; But, this turtle  was especially interesting.&amp;nbsp; Look at this picture of Jacob and the  turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_1901copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In all my life, I have never seen a terrapin that big  before.&amp;nbsp; She was really sweet and not afraid of us at all.&amp;nbsp; A vet told  me that she was about 15-20 years old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_1914copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my gang before we took her down to the creek and let her go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://web.archive.org/web/20070630171140im_/http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/DSC_1917copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There she goes, on her merry way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When one takes the time to look closly at God's beautiful creation, they will find teaching moments everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-3725995043628551692?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/3725995043628551692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=3725995043628551692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3725995043628551692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3725995043628551692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2007/06/learning-is-everywhere.html' title='Learning is everywhere...'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-3291628799695910508</id><published>2006-12-04T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:46:42.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;When  I was a kid, I remember every year after our Thanksgiving dinner, we  would put up the Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; What an exciting time that was.&amp;nbsp; I  loved to hear the stories of each ornament as they were put up on the  tree.&amp;nbsp; "This one is from your first Christmas..."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "This one is from&amp;nbsp;  your second Christmas..."&amp;nbsp; etc. When all the lights were strung... and  all the ornaments hung, it was time to hang my favorite ornament of  all.&amp;nbsp; The green glass ball.&amp;nbsp; Now it may just look like an ordinary glass  Christmas ornament, but even as a kid, I knew that it was much more  than that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;One  hundred and fifty years ago a man in Bavaria, Germany boards a boat  with his family, bound for the 'Land of the Free.'&amp;nbsp; Among his  possessions, a dozen ordinary glass Christmas ornaments.&amp;nbsp; How many years  had he hung them on his Christmas tree?&amp;nbsp; Where did he get them from?&amp;nbsp;  Unfortunately, I will never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;I  imagine him hanging them on the tree his first Christmas in America.&amp;nbsp;  Holding close the traditions that where passed down to him.&amp;nbsp; When his  children left home, he gave each of them one of the green glass  ornaments that he brought from his 'Homeland' to hang on their Christmas  tree.&amp;nbsp; I imagine them hanging the ornament on their tree.&amp;nbsp; Telling  stories of their Christmases past...creating new stories.&amp;nbsp; A special one  was then chosen to carry on the tradition as the ornament was passed  down to the next generation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I  wonder when my g-g-g-g grandfather brought that ornament from Germany  all those years ago, and when he passed those ornaments down to his  children, if he had any idea the legacy he was about to begin.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;My  father became the 6th generation to receive the ornament when it was  passed down to him from my great - grandmother.&amp;nbsp; That was the ordinary  looking glass ornament that held the place of honor on our Christmas  tree every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Last  night, at my birthday party, my dad presented me with a little white  bag.&amp;nbsp; Tucked inside the white tissue paper was the delicate glass  ornament.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;The tradition has been passed on down to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvFD8MczlO4/Tw3KxccgR7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/yIGu2XkX-3o/s1600/glass_ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvFD8MczlO4/Tw3KxccgR7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/yIGu2XkX-3o/s320/glass_ball.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;You  can't imagine the emotion that I felt as I carefully pulled the  ornament from the bag.&amp;nbsp; I was rendered speechless.&amp;nbsp; (That doesn't happen  to me often.)&amp;nbsp; My dad hasn't been in the best of health, and he wanted  to be the one to give it to me, the 7th generation to carry on the  tradition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you Daddy, for giving me the honor of carrying on the family tradition.&amp;nbsp; I will do it proudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-3291628799695910508?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/3291628799695910508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=3291628799695910508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3291628799695910508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/3291628799695910508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2006/12/passed-down.html' title='Passed down...'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvFD8MczlO4/Tw3KxccgR7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/yIGu2XkX-3o/s72-c/glass_ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-4237475030052947009</id><published>2005-12-06T22:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:26:33.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My WM (Wonderful Mom) &amp; my Pappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;I took this picture of my  mom and dad yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It makes me want to cry when I see it, because  after almost 33 years of marriage, I can see feel the love between them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WM, I hope you don't mind me putting this on my blog... because I love you both so much.&amp;nbsp; You are such an inspiration to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; 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/-D1xV6aVTHfk/TwuvToXbdmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aIB7xXXUMoU/s1600/momndada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1xV6aVTHfk/TwuvToXbdmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aIB7xXXUMoU/s1600/momndada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-4237475030052947009?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/4237475030052947009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=4237475030052947009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4237475030052947009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/4237475030052947009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2005/12/my-wm-wonderful-mom-my-pappy.html' title='My WM (Wonderful Mom) &amp; my Pappy'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D1xV6aVTHfk/TwuvToXbdmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/aIB7xXXUMoU/s72-c/momndada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29765126135484638.post-9112626090979654520</id><published>2005-11-24T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:02:43.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>How to Cook a Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;According to an 8 yo and a 6 yo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hope everyone is taking notes.&amp;nbsp; Here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By Sarah Beth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oregno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Preheat  oven to 200 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Take your 170 lb. turkey and pull out all the  feathers.&amp;nbsp; Stuff it with oregno.&amp;nbsp; Put egg on turkey to make it golden  brown.&amp;nbsp; Cook it for 11 hours.&amp;nbsp; Put flour in the pan to make gravy.&amp;nbsp;  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;By Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Salt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Preheat  oven to 31 degrees.&amp;nbsp; Take your 1 lb. turkey and pull all the feathers  out after you wring his neck.&amp;nbsp; Put in the oven and cook&amp;nbsp;for 6 minutes.&amp;nbsp;  Put some salt &amp;amp; honey on it.&amp;nbsp; Cut it up, then eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I just want to state for the record, that neither one of them listed &lt;em&gt;Turkey&lt;/em&gt; as an ingredient until I kept saying what is the main ingredient you need when cooking a TURKEY.&amp;nbsp; ::cough, cough::&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; They &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got the hint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I  think this is just precious, but it would appear that I have my work  cut out for me in the cooking department.&amp;nbsp; asdfjg hjklj;klj; asd;lkf  hjkjk;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you would like a copy of the printout for your own budding chefs,&amp;nbsp;check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20051201021908/http://www.abcteach.com/Christmas/turkey.htm"&gt;http://www.abcteach.com/Christmas/turkey.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Amy Beth" border="0" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a148/mysmokymtnhomeschool/sigcopy-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29765126135484638-9112626090979654520?l=www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/feeds/9112626090979654520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29765126135484638&amp;postID=9112626090979654520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/9112626090979654520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29765126135484638/posts/default/9112626090979654520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mysmokymtnhomeschool.com/2005/11/how-to-cook-turkey.html' title='How to Cook a Turkey'/><author><name>Amy Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18375384241293616888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiwuRJRvBqQ/TwR66k-avQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nTcp9kn2c1Y/s220/316176_2308743832888_1078080819_32584017_1915058960_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
