<?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-6548239389782525174</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:42:36.646-07:00</updated><category term='coffee'/><category term='movie trip'/><category term='fireworks 08'/><title type='text'>Life in our Three-Ring Circus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4459640364559333240</id><published>2009-11-23T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:09:24.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running of the Bulls...Redneck Style...</title><content type='html'>Saturday night was the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual College/Career Bonfire at our house. All day it looked ominous...rain was nearby... but thankfully, it stayed away so we could have our get together. It ended up being gray and cool...perfect for a bonfire!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone had gotten there and we were done stuffing our faces with all the goodies, one of the girls said something about being &lt;em&gt;terrified&lt;/em&gt; of cows... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INTERVENTION!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Since I do live on a farm, some of us decided that it would be a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; idea to take M out in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cowfield&lt;/span&gt;... at night... in the pitch black moonless night... to overcome her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, yes, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we loaded up on the golf cart (&lt;em&gt;a very farm-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; vehicle...&lt;/em&gt;) and headed to the field. There was absolutely no moon out and the lights on the golf cart were not working. No one thought to bring a flashlight, though someone did have their cell phone and we tried using it as a spotlight from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we found the cows, several of the &lt;em&gt;nuts&lt;/em&gt; on the cart got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the cart and started chasing the poor beasts. Loping over the cow patties in the dark, singing while determined to catch a cow and touch it, and trying to pick off the "weak" one to corner.... I have never laughed so hard in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bunch of rednecks I tell ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;, me &amp;amp; frank (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bff's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eva&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5fK5ukqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oxJQeQaE4e4/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407478985253622434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5fK5ukqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oxJQeQaE4e4/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of the "cow chaser &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extraordinaries&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5eyACDyI/AAAAAAAAArs/kyGPkcfnMAQ/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407478978569178914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5eyACDyI/AAAAAAAAArs/kyGPkcfnMAQ/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt; frolicking through the cow patties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5eRytRCI/AAAAAAAAArk/gSk6ezHza0c/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407478969923355682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5eRytRCI/AAAAAAAAArk/gSk6ezHza0c/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j doing his cattle call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5dxcsHmI/AAAAAAAAArc/DnjhmXhie3Q/s1600/DSC_0071-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407478961241071202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5dxcsHmI/AAAAAAAAArc/DnjhmXhie3Q/s400/DSC_0071-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"deer in the headlights" look...&lt;em&gt;don't ask!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5dqkSh1I/AAAAAAAAArU/PHZp_cO2v4M/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407478959393900370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5dqkSh1I/AAAAAAAAArU/PHZp_cO2v4M/s400/DSC_0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4459640364559333240?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4459640364559333240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4459640364559333240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4459640364559333240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4459640364559333240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-of-bullsredneck-style.html' title='Running of the Bulls...Redneck Style...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/Sws5fK5ukqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oxJQeQaE4e4/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8265081345863612800</id><published>2009-11-15T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:12:21.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!!</title><content type='html'>WOW!!! What a day!! I am almost, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; too overwhelmed to say anything about today...  It has been full of God's goodness and greatness for sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out with a very special speaker that came to &lt;a href="http://sherwoodbaptist.net/"&gt;Sherwood.&lt;/a&gt;  Gov. Mike Huckabee came and spoke.  And not a political message either.  I mean, he came and &lt;em&gt;preached&lt;/em&gt;.  He was funny and gracious.  And he even got up on stage and played his bass guitar with us on a song!  Too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, his coming to our church has brought up many, many a discussion and debate among several of my friends.  I have been &lt;em&gt;shocked&lt;/em&gt; at the people that have had so many negative things to say about him speaking in a church.  Some have said he has an agenda.  That he is just trying to be manipulative and deceptive.  Trying to make people feel all warm and fuzzy so that when he runs again for office they will remember him in that way and vote for him.  Some have said he was just using it as a promotion for his new book.  It also launched discussions about separation of church and state that I was not prepared for... not so much that I wasn't prepared for the &lt;em&gt;discussion itself&lt;/em&gt;, but from the people it came from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing... Mike Huckabee is a good man.  He loves the Lord and his country.  He can't separate his love for either of them.  And he shouldn't.  He didn't use the pulpit this morning to promote his book... he used the pulpit this morning to promote Christ....  He brought a wonderful message of hope in a time that for many &lt;em&gt;feels&lt;/em&gt; hopeless.  And as for separation of church and state, well, you will have to excuse my political "incorrectness"... I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; my leaders to love the Lord.  I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; the leaders of our nation to turn to the Lord for wisdom in their decisions.  I&lt;em&gt; want&lt;/em&gt; politicians in the pulpit that have a geniune love for Christ and pastors behind the desks in Washington.  Because look at how things have gone &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today, we were priveledged to find out the theme and title of the next movie that our church would be making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SwC89bnHbkI/AAAAAAAAArM/jhZ_rbSx5KA/s1600/courageous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404527316414459458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SwC89bnHbkI/AAAAAAAAArM/jhZ_rbSx5KA/s400/courageous.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://courageousthemovie.com/"&gt;COURAGEOUS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  The subject matter is about fathers/fatherlessness, calling men to step up and be the husbands and fathers that they need to be.  I can't wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8265081345863612800?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8265081345863612800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8265081345863612800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8265081345863612800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8265081345863612800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-day.html' title='What A Day!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SwC89bnHbkI/AAAAAAAAArM/jhZ_rbSx5KA/s72-c/courageous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6755867706776132485</id><published>2009-11-12T13:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:48:37.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belated Vetran's Day Thank You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's a little late, I realize...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I did want to say a heart felt &lt;i&gt;thank you &lt;/i&gt;to the soldiers past, present and future who sacrifice so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAb7csyKI/AAAAAAAAArE/ir2mm8hCy9Y/s1600-h/soldier1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAb7csyKI/AAAAAAAAArE/ir2mm8hCy9Y/s400/soldier1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334870240643234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They give of themselves to protect us... so that we can go about our daily lives the way that we want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAbqSA_YI/AAAAAAAAAq8/TXjKe2H8agg/s1600-h/soldier2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAbqSA_YI/AAAAAAAAAq8/TXjKe2H8agg/s400/soldier2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334865632427394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some leaving never to return home... never to see their families again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAbnehTEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uYMsa2No2I4/s1600-h/soldier3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAbnehTEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uYMsa2No2I4/s400/soldier3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334864879569986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminds me of the ultimate "&lt;i&gt;veteran"...&lt;/i&gt; Who sacrificed more than any other... And He did it not out of love for country, but out of love for &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; and for &lt;i&gt;me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAbO0Wb_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/cYx1qdt9f3g/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAbO0Wb_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/cYx1qdt9f3g/s400/jesus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334858260246514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though He paid the ultimate price for our freedom... He &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be coming back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAaxfVOhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/s_yTxzViYSo/s1600-h/jesusoncross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAaxfVOhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/s_yTxzViYSo/s400/jesusoncross.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403334850387458578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6755867706776132485?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6755867706776132485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6755867706776132485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6755867706776132485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6755867706776132485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/belated-vetrans-day-thank-you.html' title='A Belated Vetran&apos;s Day Thank You...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvyAb7csyKI/AAAAAAAAArE/ir2mm8hCy9Y/s72-c/soldier1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8175824415513308351</id><published>2009-11-09T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:59:24.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Christmas Child</title><content type='html'>Tis the season... already... I can't &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; it's almost Christmas!  And though I am not as good as some of my friends who have &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; purchased their children's gifts, I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; know what mine will be getting... it's just a matter of writing it down and actually &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt; to get it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps, people, &lt;em&gt;baby. steps!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the time has come again for us to do our shoeboxes.  It's a simple thing really.  Fill a shoebox with goodies for a child, box goes &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; over the world to reach a little one who otherwise wouldn't get anything for Christmas, and somehow...&lt;em&gt; hopefully&lt;/em&gt;, they feel the love of Christ through that simple box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do well when I have to go get the stuff for the boxes... I usually have a few things in mind I want to put in the boxes.  But then while I'm shopping I just want to keep on putting things in my basket!  Now, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that if I don't stop half of what I've gotten is NOT going to fit, but for some reason I just get so stinkin' emotional while I am buying for those shoeboxes!!  Thinking of those kids... and the &lt;em&gt;JOY&lt;/em&gt; in their eyes... makes my heart feel like it will burst!!  The overflow from that usually ends up in my eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Frank and I decided that this year we would make it a family project instead of me just filling them up.  So, one night last week after supper, we sent all the kids into the dining room.  I had everything set up for them.  A box in front of each of their chairs with the items to go in the box beside it.  Frank talked with them about what the boxes were for and who would be getting them and &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; it was important for us to send them.  He did a really good job of explaining in a way they could grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to fill them.  Now, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; expected some tears.  Honestly... that's why I had my camera. (&lt;em&gt;good parenting award here I come!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Especially&lt;/strong&gt; where my Wyatt was concerned... I had picked things that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; would want to go in his box for his child.  So I fully expected him to pitch a fit to keep those things for himself.  But you know what??  Nobody said one word... not a tear... not a sad face... nothing.  They &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; just got to work filling their little boxes.  Even Mallory.  She didn't ask to keep anything either.  Well, she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; start to brush her teeth with the toothbrush that was supposed to go in her box!  Thankfully I had a spare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the boxes had been filled, we asked each of them to pray over their box and for the little boy/girl that would be getting their box.  Without hesitation Wyatt started.  He folded his hands and said a super sweet prayer that included "&lt;em&gt;please let him brush his teeth good so they can be clean and not have any yellow left on his tooth"&lt;/em&gt;...  I had to bite my lip...&lt;em&gt; hard...&lt;/em&gt;  Jack and Mallory prayed for their boxes and children too.  I left that room in shock.  Really in shock.  And grateful for the opportunity the Lord had given us to share that with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, &lt;em&gt;lots of times&lt;/em&gt;, a teachable moment goes terribly wrong in our house... and sometimes... &lt;em&gt;it just goes right...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCdCsgESI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B0FiiGR62zk/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281557226426658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCdCsgESI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B0FiiGR62zk/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCc9CJMtI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ydj6xu7TLe0/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281555706589906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCc9CJMtI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ydj6xu7TLe0/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCcl1Dw0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/qI8flGX6ZQo/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281549477692226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCcl1Dw0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/qI8flGX6ZQo/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCcSBNZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/X6qvFR7182U/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281544159946658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCcSBNZ6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/X6qvFR7182U/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCb9bjd7I/AAAAAAAAAp8/e8264C9UWKU/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281538633299890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCb9bjd7I/AAAAAAAAAp8/e8264C9UWKU/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8175824415513308351?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8175824415513308351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8175824415513308351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8175824415513308351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8175824415513308351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/operation-christmas-child.html' title='Operation Christmas Child'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvjCdCsgESI/AAAAAAAAAqc/B0FiiGR62zk/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3901775040153663192</id><published>2009-11-06T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:56:21.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Night</title><content type='html'>Busy start to a busy weekend! Tonight was Wyatt's best little buddy's birthday party... it was a "lizard" party... sounds funny, I know, but it was really cute.  They had a lizard hunt in the backyard which was &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; up Wyatt's alley... Little plastic lizards and turtles and bugs were scattered all over the yard and the kids were given little nets and a bug canister and off they went in search of the goods!  It was really cute!  After that they had a lizard show...  I didn't stay for that part, but big iguanas and that sort of thing was what all the kids got to see.... also right up Wyatt's alley!  And just like &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; faithful best buddy would do, Wyatt spent the night after the party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Frank and I thought it would be a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; idea to take the other 2 kiddos to the movie.  And since it was opening night of&lt;em&gt; A CHRISTMAS CAROL &lt;/em&gt;that was the movie of choice... besides, Frank and I wanted to see it anyway, so what better thing to do than to use your children as the excuse to go and see it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvTd6ebWVvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5As90aECN-s/s1600-h/xmascarolgrp-425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401185849793992434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvTd6ebWVvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5As90aECN-s/s400/xmascarolgrp-425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me just say that the movie was GREAT!  It was in 3D which I love, and really put me in the Christmas spirit!  When it was over I was ready to run home, throw up the tree, and bake a pie...all while listening to Christmas music, of course!!  When I told that to Frank he said that the thought of going home to put up the tree made him want to throw up!  Hmmm, obviously he left his Christmas spirit in the theater with Mr. Scrooge!!  &lt;em&gt;Oh Well....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the effects of the movie were great and the characters were spot on and &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; the story itself is fabulous.... let me just give you a warning.... If you think this is going to be a warm and fuzzy family Christmas movie &lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE WRONG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  I'm pretty sure that Mallory is gonna have nightmares from now UNTIL Christmas!  It was &lt;em&gt;scary!!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; suitable for small children!!  The trailers do NOT depict the scariness of it well at all!  There were times &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was jumping in MY chair!!  So &lt;strong&gt;BEWARE!!  &lt;/strong&gt;Think long and hard about what your kids can really be okay with before you take them!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmmmm&lt;/em&gt;.....now where is that Christmas tree???  Guess I will go ask Frank! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3901775040153663192?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3901775040153663192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3901775040153663192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3901775040153663192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3901775040153663192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-night.html' title='Movie Night'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvTd6ebWVvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/5As90aECN-s/s72-c/xmascarolgrp-425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8987089678227829358</id><published>2009-11-05T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T17:46:18.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up &amp; Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have taken a little break....okay a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; break!!! But, I have been feeling very "bloggish" lately and think I am ready to start back!!  So, I hope to be able to catch up on some of your blogs over the next several days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick rundown of whats been going on: same old same old basically...very busy summer with taking kids here, there, and everywhere! Won't bore you with all the details...much time spent at the pool cause it was too stinkin' hot to do anything else!  Then school started.  This year Wyatt started "big boy" school.  No more mothers morning out!  All day school complete with bus riding.  I must say I was nervous about him riding at first even though Jackson started riding at his age and would be on the bus with him.  But it has worked out and he even gets disappointed on the days that I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; take them or pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule stays busy, as I'm sure most of yours do too... Mallory started taking dance this year.  She looks so cute in her tutus!!  And she loves every minute of dance class...and showing off what she learns!  Jackson started taking guitar lessons... I thought after a few weeks of it he would quit... but he didn't.  Never complains about practicing.  And his teacher says he is a quick learner and picked a really difficult song for his first one (Chris Daughtry-&lt;em&gt;Call Your Name&lt;/em&gt;) and has done a great job on it.  He loves to pick up his guitar when the music is on and see if he can pick up the song... sometimes he even does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween: Mallory wanted to be Little Orphan Annie.  It is her favorite movie...she watches it &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 5 times a week!  And she can sing &lt;em&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; like nobody's business!  Wyatt was a paleontologist (thats a big dinosaur geek for those that don't know)  He wants to be one when he grows up... I'm not kidding..  He knows every fact there is just about on every dinosaur there is!!  It is unbelievable!  He can even say the names of some of them that I couldn't say if I wanted to!  Jackson was a rocker...kinda... He said at first that he wasn't going to dress up, that he was too old for that... so I told him that like Christmas &lt;em&gt;if you don't believe you don't receive&lt;/em&gt; (I know you have all heard that before!) that if he did not dress up as &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, he would have to go trick or treating with us, but would have to stay on the trailer and not get any candy.  I know... I'm horrible... but I wasn't ready for him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to dress up yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy a few pictures from halloween night below... OH, just as a side story for you...&lt;br /&gt;About 5 houses into trick or treating Wyatt puked in someones yard...all down the sleeve of his cute outfit... Apparently, he bit into his glow necklace that his buddy had given him and drank some of the liquid which almost instantly made him sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAAAHHHH....the good times people...they just keep a comin' over here....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no...it didn't glow!!&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                      ANNIE                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAwrXG-I/AAAAAAAAAps/DJciz4cJ_hk/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400753849702489058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAwrXG-I/AAAAAAAAAps/DJciz4cJ_hk/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DR. GRIFFIN-PALEONTOLOGIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAtAFW2I/AAAAAAAAApk/QbHyTO0_R30/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400753848715664226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAtAFW2I/AAAAAAAAApk/QbHyTO0_R30/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE GANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAQWQgSI/AAAAAAAAApc/9D0PIpI25dE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400753841024041250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAQWQgSI/AAAAAAAAApc/9D0PIpI25dE/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNU_0--tGI/AAAAAAAAApM/6DWE_ewdHzw/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400753833678648418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNU_0--tGI/AAAAAAAAApM/6DWE_ewdHzw/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8987089678227829358?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8987089678227829358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8987089678227829358' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8987089678227829358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8987089678227829358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/11/catch-up-halloween-fun.html' title='Catch Up &amp; Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SvNVAwrXG-I/AAAAAAAAAps/DJciz4cJ_hk/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5992527387160929531</id><published>2009-04-28T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:31:08.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just testing to see if I can post from my phone yet! Hope this works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5992527387160929531?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5992527387160929531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5992527387160929531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5992527387160929531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5992527387160929531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-testing-to-see-if-i-can-post-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6183647271842850781</id><published>2009-04-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:57:17.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Beach Trip 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We just got back yesterday from our annual family beach trip with all of Frank's family.  All of his sisters and their families and Frank's parents along with us take a beach trip together in April.  This was our 3rd one and I must say that this was the best!  The kids were a little bigger so we didn't have to be so scheduled and they could &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; enjoy the beach.  They also all swim and that was a BIG plus!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather could NOT have been better!  Sunny skies every day and breezy!  I was able to sit on the beach every day and sun myself for &lt;i&gt;HOURS&lt;/i&gt; on end!  It was truly wonderful...and needed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were there we also celebrated Mallory's 3rd birthday Saturday!  My MIL got her a Dora cake and after supper we sang to her and had cake and ice cream!  My sweet nieces, Brittny and Haley gave her a "manicure and pedicure" (which basically means painted her piggies and fingernails) and did her hair!  She got her 1st barbie doll (given to her by her Aunt Chris) and she loved it!!  I can't believe my baby girl is 3!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, its back to real life now...ugh!  At least I can still daydream about laying on the beach all day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZcUkHcRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HKZivO86jeY/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZcUkHcRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HKZivO86jeY/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329475183386784018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZcIyw0-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aG41XkgGk88/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZcIyw0-I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/aG41XkgGk88/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329475180226991074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZb80GjHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JHVtu20CVuI/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZb80GjHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/JHVtu20CVuI/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329475177011383410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZbqhTE5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/xo9sXVA_3pA/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZbqhTE5I/AAAAAAAAAoA/xo9sXVA_3pA/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329475172100674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZbdxa71I/AAAAAAAAAn4/hSZMv4zjnuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZbdxa71I/AAAAAAAAAn4/hSZMv4zjnuQ/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329475168678637394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6183647271842850781?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6183647271842850781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6183647271842850781' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6183647271842850781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6183647271842850781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-beach-trip-09.html' title='Family Beach Trip 09'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SfYZcUkHcRI/AAAAAAAAAoY/HKZivO86jeY/s72-c/DSC_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3993802314065592111</id><published>2009-02-27T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:27:13.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over Michael Jordan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's true...I haven't posted about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my husband's dog&lt;/span&gt; in a while... But it's only because he and I have not come to an understanding yet about what is acceptable to chew and/or use the bathroom on and what is not.  However, one thing that I have found super funny about Notch is that he can attack some bubbles like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nobodys&lt;/span&gt; business!  The little kids were blowing some a couple of days ago and Notch just went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bezerk&lt;/span&gt;!!  He was chasing them down like you would not believe!  Even to the point of catching air!  So, I took some pictures of him trying to eat all the bubbles.  Michael Jordan ain't got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nuttin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; on him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SasKvY2_RTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/AR8Mi0vKouY/s1600-h/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SasKtQ5xphI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/i3Y863cB8S0/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308348358533948946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3993802314065592111?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3993802314065592111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3993802314065592111' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3993802314065592111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3993802314065592111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-over-michael-jordan.html' title='Move Over Michael Jordan!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SasKvY2_RTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/AR8Mi0vKouY/s72-c/DSC_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5863929755873716704</id><published>2009-02-20T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:48:51.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice in one day??  What's going on??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay... I KNOW I just posted, but this is too funny!  For everyone that is a Facebook user... you MUST watch this!!!  Don't forget to turn off my playlist!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5863929755873716704?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5863929755873716704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5863929755873716704' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5863929755873716704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5863929755873716704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/twice-in-one-day-whats-going-on.html' title='Twice in one day??  What&apos;s going on??'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4865833253846305873</id><published>2009-02-20T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:39:39.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 little things I love...</title><content type='html'>My friend, &lt;a href="http://iammommy.typepad.com/"&gt;Amanda,&lt;/a&gt; gave me a high five and asked me to participate in this little list...  So, I will give you my list of 10 little things that I love that make my life a bit easier...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward, &lt;/span&gt;my laptop.  My wonderful, loving, caring, and fabulous hubby gave me a new laptop after my old one, we determined was not going to live more than 5 more minutes.  I love it and could not live without it!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my iPod&lt;/span&gt;.  I live with my iPod on about 5 hours out of the day.  Seriously.  I'm not kidding.  First thing I do in the morning when I am getting my cup of coffee is to turn on my iPod.  Hardly watch tv at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; during the day.  Music is playing all day though.  If I thought my iPod was fried...I would melt into a puddle on the floor and have a hissy...yes maam I would...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my bose docking speaker&lt;/span&gt;.  See #2... I bought this for my husband for Father's day one year.  He hardly ever used it so he brought it back home for us to use here.  My iPod lives there.  Unless it is traveling with me in the car.  It allows me to hear my music &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wherever&lt;/span&gt; I am in the house, depending on how loudly I turn it up...which is usually very loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my cell phone&lt;/span&gt;. I love it and yes, I know that I have a problem parting with it.  I don't like for it to be very far from me.  Not so much for talking on it, but for texting.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, my name is Ashley, and I am a textaholic&lt;/span&gt;.  I know this, and I readily admit it.  Truly, in most cases, I would rather text than talk.  But texting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; allow me to stay connected to those that I love that don't live here (like &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ang&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://dreamimaginelive.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keli&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://larsenquad.blogspot.com"&gt;Brandi &lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY GIRLS!!!) &lt;/span&gt; That's the way that I feel close since we don't get to see each other all the time.  Bottom line...I NEED MY PHONE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.  Some of you may have TIVO, but basically the same thing.  I heart my dvr...very much.  I can rewind something I missed or didn't catch on live tv, I can pause my show so I don't miss anything, I can record 2 things at once AND I can start watching one of my recordings before it has finished.  I can set it to record a certain program every week and it will record it EVEN if the day and time changes that the show comes on or if it comes on an extra time during the week!!!  If you don't have one...INVEST!!! Make your life easier!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my camera&lt;/span&gt;.  Also, another purchase by my hunk of a man... well, really it was a joint gift, but he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; supply the majority of the funding for said purchase...  But, I love it!  I have never, ever had a camera this nice before and the pictures it takes are A MAZING!!  Makes me look like I have some idea about what I am doing... but I really don't... so don't tell anyone!  It is our&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anniversary/Christmas/birthday/valentines day/whateverelseforthenext5years &lt;/span&gt;gift to each other.  Nikon D90...do you hear the music?  I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;.  White chocolate mocha with whip... do I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need to justify this one??  I didn't think so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Okay, I know that I may be reaching on this one, but... I resisted soooo long before I finally caved.  Now, I love it!  I have been able to get in touch with people that I haven't seen in 15 years!!  It has been so much fun reconnecting with them again!  And, i can just shoot friends a quick message whenever I want to!  If you don't have a FB page, you should give it a try!  But a quick warning... it CAN be as, if not more so, addicting than blogging!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my calendar. &lt;/span&gt;I can not live without my calendar.  And I don't mean one on my phone or computer either.  I mean my good, old fashioned, hanging on my fridge calendar.  I have to write &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; down on it.  And I check it everyday, sometimes more than once... or twice... just in case something has changed...hehehe  Seriously, I can't tell you how much I depend on it.  If I don't write it on there, it ain't gonna happen sistah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my GHD.&lt;/span&gt;  AKA my flat iron.  I love this flat iron.  GHD actually stands for Good Hair Day.  I'm not kidding...  And, again, my fabulous man bought this for me for Christmas a couple of years ago.  I haven't had many bad hair days since I figured out how to use it properly!  It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a bit pricey for a flat iron, but soooo worth it!  Try it!  You'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4865833253846305873?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4865833253846305873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4865833253846305873' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4865833253846305873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4865833253846305873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-little-things-i-love.html' title='10 little things I love...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2167995184757006950</id><published>2009-02-16T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:00:38.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Longer Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SZnTrhnpvEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wxlpwhsKqlg/s1600-h/edward+%26+bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SZnTrhnpvEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wxlpwhsKqlg/s400/edward+%26+bella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303502780917988418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MMMMMMM HMMMMM..... that's all I'm sayin.... Only about 1 month to go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2167995184757006950?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2167995184757006950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2167995184757006950' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2167995184757006950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2167995184757006950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-much-longer-now.html' title='Not Much Longer Now...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SZnTrhnpvEI/AAAAAAAAAmo/wxlpwhsKqlg/s72-c/edward+%26+bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-9030046777954920028</id><published>2009-02-05T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:11:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYs0G4MY6DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YnlzYSb_4kc/s1600-h/The+Griffin%27s+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYs0G4MY6DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YnlzYSb_4kc/s400/The+Griffin%27s+071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299386679299729458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackson,&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that you are 8 years old today!!!  Wow!!  You have grown and changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much!  You started the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade this year and completed a lot of your work before Christmas!  You are such a smart kid!  Your brother and your sister, even though they bug you a lot, love you very much and always have fun playing with you.  You and Wyatt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; love to pretend like you are Jedi's and fight with your light sabers.  And there isn't a video game out there that you can't play!  You have gotten so tall this year too.  You are almost as tall as I am!!! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which Daddy says isn't really saying all that much...anyway...)&lt;/span&gt; You have become such a helper for mommy too.  You make the bed in the morning and get yourself dressed.  You take the big garbage can to the road for dad and even help mommy with the dishes, loading and unloading the dishwasher, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though you DO think its fun to wash them in the sink!&lt;/span&gt;  You are a great reader too!  Wyatt and Mallory love for you to read them stories!  And you can play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dominos&lt;/span&gt; with the best of us!  You love to be with your Gran-Gran on the farm...anywhere that he goes, YOU want to go.  You even call him and ask him if he has any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt; for you to do!!  And you love to spend the night with your Mia and Papa and go eat breakfast with Papa and his buddies on Saturday mornings!  You even share your Papa's love for golf and played in a tournament this past summer.  And you also learned how to drive a 4wheeler at the &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com"&gt;Davis&lt;/a&gt;' house!  But the best most important thing of all...this year you gave your heart to Jesus.  Out of everything you have done, and everything else you will do, you have already done the best thing by asking him into your heart.  I love to see you reading your Bible and taking it with you to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Daddy love you so much!!  And we are so proud of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-9030046777954920028?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/9030046777954920028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=9030046777954920028' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/9030046777954920028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/9030046777954920028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-jackson.html' title='Happy Birthday Jackson'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYs0G4MY6DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YnlzYSb_4kc/s72-c/The+Griffin%27s+071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2711743766185100266</id><published>2009-02-02T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:02:08.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...I know that I haven't been here for a while, but I do have reason...though they may not be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; ones!  First of all, believe it or not, my kids &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; haven't done anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogworthy&lt;/span&gt; lately.  I know, hard to believe around here, but it's true!  Then I had a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; accident this weekend.  I tore my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;somemusclethatIcan'tspellorpronounce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my calf muscle.  Supposed to take about 2-3 weeks to completely heal and I am on crutches...kinda.  I just can't use them often anymore.  They are KILLING me!!!  So, I only use them when I start hurting really bad.  I know that many of you are telling me that's not gonna help it heal any faster, but YOU try chasing after 3 kids on crutches...doesn't work all that great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...I did get a visit from Casey on Saturday!!!  We miss him bunches and were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; glad that he came over for a while.  My kids love him to death and they didn't leave him alone the whole time that he was here!!  I'm hoping that he comes back more often!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other reason I haven't been here much is because some of my friends, who I will not name...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; and Julie...told me how much I needed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;...repeatedly.  So, I caved.  Now, I love it!!  So, I have been trying to figure it all out and get the hang of things over there!!  Cause you know, I just needed ONE more way to stay in touch with you all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXjcpcnnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/AMKSDrepCEA/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXjcpcnnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/AMKSDrepCEA/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229384377572978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXi_hJnOI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ah3nxALJ0Vw/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXi_hJnOI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Ah3nxALJ0Vw/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229376558144738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXioirWjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eZv6DVlv1gA/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXioirWjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eZv6DVlv1gA/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229370390534706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXiYwNbFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/4l4qsgVNufM/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXiYwNbFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/4l4qsgVNufM/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298229366152326226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2711743766185100266?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2711743766185100266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2711743766185100266' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2711743766185100266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2711743766185100266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SYcXjcpcnnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/AMKSDrepCEA/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4624212545733702829</id><published>2009-01-24T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:17:29.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Is Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a full and very happy day for me.  I left Thursday night once the kids were in bed and headed to &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ang's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; house.  We were able to spend the whole day together on Friday!!  Took the Things to school, had coffee, went to lunch, went for a walk in the woods...a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walk...uphill...both ways... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... , played "school" with Thing3 and Thing4 and read a story to Thing4.  Then TB&amp;amp;H grilled steaks!!!  YUMMY!!  After that it was time for me to hit the road.  It was not easy.  It is always so hard to say bye to all of them!  I love those Things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much.  They all have me wrapped!  I am so fortunate to have the kind of friendship with Ang that I do already! She is the best and I love her too!  I can't wait till we get together again...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOON!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left and headed to the Atlanta airport to pick up Jay and Emily and little Ashley!  When I pulled up to the airport and stood there waiting for them, my heart was pounding a mile a minute!!  I was so excited to see them!  And when they got there, she was just as beautiful as her pictures!  She was smiling, even after the long day they all had.  Emily took her out of the stroller and Ashley gave me a big grin.  My heart just melted into a big old puddle.  Then, she took her chubby little hand and wrapped it around my finger to walk to the car.  That did it...right then and there I decided she could have and do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt; she wanted to on the way home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did great on the ride home, especially considering the fact that she had never been in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; before.  I didn't know it, but Emily said they don't use them in China!  Finally, about 1:15am we made it to their house.  Avery was already with us, and Jay went and got the other girls up.  Ashley never missed a beat!  She just started running around the house like she had always been there!  She let Jay and Emily's mom hold her for a second and then she started handing out the kisses!  She laid one on me so big that I had drool dripping off my face too!  I loved every minute of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; that not only does she share my name, but that I was able to go and pick them up last night and see her!  The &lt;a href="http://journeytoashleimei.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; to Ashley Mei &lt;/a&gt;might be over, but a new journey for Jay and Emily and the girls has just begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first family photo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmmXKeHmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/as7qpaGsW40/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmmXKeHmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/as7qpaGsW40/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868227398966882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsml_4HcfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_rRuKviprqc/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsml_4HcfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_rRuKviprqc/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868221147967986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmlhzayQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ySM7u9xncow/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmlhzayQI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ySM7u9xncow/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868213075200258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmlNWtqAI/AAAAAAAAAlg/z9830Onk1q4/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmlNWtqAI/AAAAAAAAAlg/z9830Onk1q4/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868207586093058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmkrlBQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/T1LNaphGFPk/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmkrlBQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlY/T1LNaphGFPk/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868198519292802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4624212545733702829?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4624212545733702829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4624212545733702829' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4624212545733702829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4624212545733702829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey-is-over.html' title='The Journey Is Over...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXsmmXKeHmI/AAAAAAAAAl4/as7qpaGsW40/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5584366221101657122</id><published>2009-01-22T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:15:34.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>After the kids go to bed tonight I will be getting back in the car again for another little trip.  I am picking up Jay and Emily, Avery and little Ashley from the airport tomorrow!!!  I can't wait to see them!!  And since I was gonna be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; close to &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...well, we decided to have a quick spend the night party again and spend some time together tomorrow before I pick up the crew from the airport!!  I wasn't supposed to leave until the morning, but my wonderful husband suggested that I go ahead tonight so that we could spend the whole day together tomorrow!!  What a Man!!!  So, tomorrow will be a very full and super exciting day for me!!  The only thing that would be the icing on the cake is if Abby decides to have the foal while I'm there....  Pictures will come soon!!!  Woo to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5584366221101657122?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5584366221101657122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5584366221101657122' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5584366221101657122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5584366221101657122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8098248540514270450</id><published>2009-01-20T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:05:06.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Maine Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, we made it home!!  Though we had to get up at 330am...I am still glad to be here!  We had such a good time, better than I ever thought we would.  I thought I knew what it would be like...but I wasn't really even close!  We shopped, we ate, went sledding and tubing, we laughed, had snowball fights, and generally just acted like a bunch of kids!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are some things that I learned on my trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything covered in snow looks gorgeous!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you want to try on anything in a store, you have to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to try it on!  You must commit to it because you have to take off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; many layers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wearing a hat that much does NOT do good things to my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't wear jeans that are too long in the snow...they will be wet up to the calf before the day is over if you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when snow melts on your freshly done hair, it will make it wet thus you should just wear the hat anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you step on the gas too hard in your truck, you WILL spin out in the road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the most important thing I learned in Maine is...it is almost &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; to sit on the toilet seats!  Talk about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coooooollllldddd&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little grocery store we used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwtPfgo6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/EQfhSTboFa4/s1600-h/DSC_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwtPfgo6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/EQfhSTboFa4/s400/DSC_0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542334575715234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS A MCDONALDS PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZws3yRknI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eYsUp0DJQmo/s1600-h/DSC_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZws3yRknI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eYsUp0DJQmo/s400/DSC_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542328211968626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwsVZVY5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Gjc9GVXsOH8/s1600-h/DSC_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwsVZVY5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/Gjc9GVXsOH8/s400/DSC_0554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542318980555666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone forgot to kill the animal and take them off the boot in ColeHaans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwr38X7oI/AAAAAAAAAko/WPahr4ue_T0/s1600-h/DSC_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwr38X7oI/AAAAAAAAAko/WPahr4ue_T0/s400/DSC_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293542311074459266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just thought that last picture was fun nee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8098248540514270450?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8098248540514270450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8098248540514270450' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8098248540514270450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8098248540514270450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/maine-recap.html' title='A Maine Recap'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXZwtPfgo6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/EQfhSTboFa4/s72-c/DSC_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5970739858993095866</id><published>2009-01-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:43:45.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready To Head Home...</title><content type='html'>Sadly, we packed up our stuff today and left our cottage on the coast... I'm sure most of you could hear me weeping...  We hated to do it, but we must get back to reality soon.  We left the cottage and headed into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Freeport&lt;/span&gt; to do some much needed shopping!  Let's see...we hit Banana Republic (&lt;em&gt;found a GREAT shirt there for $8)&lt;/em&gt;, GAP, Brooks Brothers, Ralph Lauren (&lt;em&gt;good deals there too!)&lt;/em&gt;, Timberland, Yankee Candle Co.,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JCrew&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LLBean&lt;/span&gt;!  We also had lunch at a great restaurant called the Broad Arrow Tavern.  It was the best ever...lobster stew, fried haddock sandwich..and milk chocolate/white chocolate cheesecake on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt; cookie crust! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!  DA BOMB!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are in our hotel in Portland waiting on our pizza and for 24 to come on!!!  We have to be at the airport at 430am...YUCK!!!  So, there wont be anything exciting for tomorrow :(  We are all sad to leave the snow...I could totally do this, live here... But, it's back to real life I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will add the pictures to this post later...my camera wont download to my computer!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5970739858993095866?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5970739858993095866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5970739858993095866' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5970739858993095866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5970739858993095866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-ready-to-head-home.html' title='Getting Ready To Head Home...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2233950567673255854</id><published>2009-01-18T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:41:26.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was a snow day!!!  It started snowing some time in the wee hours of the morning!  So when we got up &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; was covered in fresh snow!!  We lazed around for a while and Ryan led a Sunday morning devotional for us.  Then, since we had no food in the house, we ventured out into the snow storm for lunch!  We ate at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Damariscotta&lt;/span&gt; River Grille and it was the best meal we had by far!  The waitress there told us that most all of the local restaurants were closing early because of the storm!  Right then and there we decided to do a repeat performance of our lobster dinner!  After lunch we tried to go sledding again...but the snow was too fresh and too deep.  Instead, Ry and Frank decided that it would be a good idea to have a wrestling match with me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; in the snow!  Needless to say we were all soaked to the bone by the time they were done with us!!  The snow had turned to rain by then since it had warmed up to about 34 degrees so no snowman either.... :(  Hung out at the house and read books, played on the computer and napped.... A good day was had by all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-hn2MwDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gvnzFSGYxts/s1600-h/DSC_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-hn2MwDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gvnzFSGYxts/s400/DSC_0480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783471931736114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-hNVDyzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8SMlWka1BtY/s1600-h/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-hNVDyzI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8SMlWka1BtY/s400/DSC_0470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783464813415218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-g6b9xJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OmLAF6Bv6CY/s1600-h/DSC_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-g6b9xJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/OmLAF6Bv6CY/s400/DSC_0473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783459742106770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-gIAjTNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2ZH5-cABpLs/s1600-h/DSC_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-gIAjTNI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2ZH5-cABpLs/s400/DSC_0475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783446205353170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-fni_o4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/GrrwOwbTmGY/s1600-h/DSC_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-fni_o4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/GrrwOwbTmGY/s400/DSC_0478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292783437491446658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2233950567673255854?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2233950567673255854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2233950567673255854' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2233950567673255854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2233950567673255854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXO-hn2MwDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gvnzFSGYxts/s72-c/DSC_0480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8616783404567639250</id><published>2009-01-18T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:41:54.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow Day Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPASpLa4nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ukH9ZRAwUmI/s1600-h/DSC_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPASpLa4nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ukH9ZRAwUmI/s400/DSC_0468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292785413614396018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPASTmcrKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HvRaERVjnnw/s1600-h/DSC_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPASTmcrKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/HvRaERVjnnw/s400/DSC_0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292785407822179490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPAR7vypcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BAOLGUa-Kyc/s1600-h/DSC_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPAR7vypcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/BAOLGUa-Kyc/s400/DSC_0492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292785401418917314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPARVOZ69I/AAAAAAAAAkI/mUzUuL90Qys/s1600-h/DSC_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPARVOZ69I/AAAAAAAAAkI/mUzUuL90Qys/s400/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292785391078337490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPARHn2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/MMC4V6mzTk4/s1600-h/DSC_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPARHn2Y-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/MMC4V6mzTk4/s400/DSC_0510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292785387426964450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8616783404567639250?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8616783404567639250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8616783404567639250' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8616783404567639250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8616783404567639250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-snow-day-pics.html' title='More Snow Day Pics'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXPASpLa4nI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ukH9ZRAwUmI/s72-c/DSC_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8126012371230919529</id><published>2009-01-17T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:38:23.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Snow Bowl</title><content type='html'>We left this morning and headed out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pemaquid&lt;/span&gt; Lighthouse. Let me just say that this morning the wind had &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; picked up and it was BEYOND cold!! I had to wrap my scarf around my face and pull the hood of my jacket over my hat and zip &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; the way up!! Freezing! The lighthouse itself was small, but the scenery around it was big...and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done there we went over to Fort William Henry. Not really sure of all the history there..some locals told us that the pilgrims actually landed there before they headed to Plymouth Rock, but I haven't verified that! Again, nothing really impressive about the fort itself, but its surroundings were gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the truck to head to Camden's Snow Bowl! On the way we made a quick stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockland&lt;/span&gt; at the Park Street Grille. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YUMMO&lt;/span&gt;!!! It was very good! But the Snow Bowl...WOW! It was a huge hill (&lt;em&gt;calling it a hill doesn't adequately describe it though!!)&lt;/em&gt; that you had to drag your tube up. And it was quite a haul, let me tell ya! We were all breathing like we had just done a marathon! But the trip down made it all worth it!! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pics from today in this post and the next! (&lt;em&gt;Supposed to snow tomorrow about 4 to 6 inches!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPFGuZ7II/AAAAAAAAAio/BwVEBxZ7OZw/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292449829981121666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPFGuZ7II/AAAAAAAAAio/BwVEBxZ7OZw/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPEpzpyHI/AAAAAAAAAig/7iXR3cXckC8/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292449822218504306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPEpzpyHI/AAAAAAAAAig/7iXR3cXckC8/s400/DSC_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPEX2WjpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BkbY-xyZUj0/s1600-h/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292449817397989010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPEX2WjpI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BkbY-xyZUj0/s400/DSC_0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPEN8fVOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nmZ6-okuQBM/s1600-h/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292449814739375330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPEN8fVOI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/nmZ6-okuQBM/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPDwXGwwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/G_K6ma5oK9M/s1600-h/DSC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292449806797947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPDwXGwwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/G_K6ma5oK9M/s400/DSC_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8126012371230919529?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8126012371230919529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8126012371230919529' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8126012371230919529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8126012371230919529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-bowl.html' title='The Snow Bowl'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKPFGuZ7II/AAAAAAAAAio/BwVEBxZ7OZw/s72-c/DSC_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3111499324374607887</id><published>2009-01-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:38:06.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow Bowl Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5lnTk-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aw4_nLfOy3k/s1600-h/DSC_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292452930649297890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5lnTk-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aw4_nLfOy3k/s400/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5Sds3OI/AAAAAAAAAjI/e5AB3zVcC9Q/s1600-h/DSC_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292452925508738274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5Sds3OI/AAAAAAAAAjI/e5AB3zVcC9Q/s400/DSC_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5NFo0PI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_N_VP4yyFvo/s1600-h/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292452924065632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5NFo0PI/AAAAAAAAAjA/_N_VP4yyFvo/s400/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR4rqdydI/AAAAAAAAAi4/9aLWaJWmrCE/s1600-h/DSC_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292452915093293522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR4rqdydI/AAAAAAAAAi4/9aLWaJWmrCE/s400/DSC_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR4WDsf0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/fznFtzb25EI/s1600-h/DSC_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292452909293535042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR4WDsf0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/fznFtzb25EI/s400/DSC_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3111499324374607887?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3111499324374607887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3111499324374607887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3111499324374607887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3111499324374607887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-snow-bowl-pics.html' title='More Snow Bowl Pics'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXKR5lnTk-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aw4_nLfOy3k/s72-c/DSC_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2944839579164851077</id><published>2009-01-17T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:28:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Dinner in Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night was our anniversary dinner.  Ten years!!  I can't believe it!  Ryan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; decided that they were going to cook dinner for us.  We decided to go get some lobsters and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fixin's&lt;/span&gt;!  While I felt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mildly&lt;/span&gt; sorry for the little suckers...we ate them anyway!  Steamed lobster, new potatoes and corn on the cob...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMMMMMHMMMM&lt;/span&gt;!!  And just when you thought it couldn't get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; better, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; made the brownie/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reese&lt;/span&gt; cup trifle!  That's right!  My girls know JUST what I am talking about!!  DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LISH&lt;/span&gt;!!  Then it was onto some games.  We played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battle of the Sexes&lt;/span&gt;, which of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I won...and then we played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phase Ten&lt;/span&gt;.  I got spanked...big time!!  Which does NOT make the competitive side of me very happy!  But we still had a great time and ended with a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frank went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cupboard&lt;/span&gt; this morning and we ate the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ginormous&lt;/span&gt; sticky buns and cinnamon rolls ever!!  And we are getting ready to go to a state park and the Snow Bowl!!  More on that later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppxX7SPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zUS27zyR6oc/s1600-h/DSC_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppxX7SPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zUS27zyR6oc/s400/DSC_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292267940974643442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppgzsqWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/BL0d81HTTJI/s1600-h/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppgzsqWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/BL0d81HTTJI/s400/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292267936527722850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppU8TEcI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pOhoye2_DFw/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppU8TEcI/AAAAAAAAAhI/pOhoye2_DFw/s400/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292267933342568898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHpowTLhDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7U8_YbPCn4c/s1600-h/DSC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHpowTLhDI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7U8_YbPCn4c/s400/DSC_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292267923506431026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHponkiICI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GNsVBJwrMHs/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHponkiICI/AAAAAAAAAg4/GNsVBJwrMHs/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292267921163296802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2944839579164851077?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2944839579164851077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2944839579164851077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2944839579164851077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2944839579164851077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/anniversary-dinner-in-maine.html' title='Anniversary Dinner in Maine'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHppxX7SPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zUS27zyR6oc/s72-c/DSC_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3044700399050907714</id><published>2009-01-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:36:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Anniversary Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHspOsC76I/AAAAAAAAAiA/wJH0MnNd3v4/s1600-h/DSC_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHspOsC76I/AAAAAAAAAiA/wJH0MnNd3v4/s400/DSC_0298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292271230198673314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsoxzcCII/AAAAAAAAAh4/xuKzacz6gjg/s1600-h/DSC_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsoxzcCII/AAAAAAAAAh4/xuKzacz6gjg/s400/DSC_0307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292271222445049986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsoterCEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/seD9DTrxQwg/s1600-h/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsoterCEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/seD9DTrxQwg/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292271221284210754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsocWjUII/AAAAAAAAAho/xPLJSLLTTIE/s1600-h/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsocWjUII/AAAAAAAAAho/xPLJSLLTTIE/s400/DSC_0312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292271216686747778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsoN3tDeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/E2E3rAY4hgI/s1600-h/DSC_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHsoN3tDeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/E2E3rAY4hgI/s400/DSC_0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292271212799266274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3044700399050907714?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3044700399050907714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3044700399050907714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3044700399050907714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3044700399050907714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-anniversary-pics.html' title='More Anniversary Pics'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXHspOsC76I/AAAAAAAAAiA/wJH0MnNd3v4/s72-c/DSC_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1362931665063578301</id><published>2009-01-16T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:31:01.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Playday in Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So late this morning we headed in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Damariscotta&lt;/span&gt; for some shopping and some lunch.  They have quaint little shops and some fine places to eat.  We ate lunch at a place called King Eider's Pub.  It was really good and of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; we all had seafood...  After a little more shopping we decided to go sledding.  We headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wawanock&lt;/span&gt; Country Club (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is not open right now&lt;/span&gt;) and used their golf course for our sledding pleasure.  We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!!!  We all FROZE, but still had a great time anyway!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; did a few flips on her sled and Frank caught some air when he hit a small hill.  We laughed until we cried, which immediately froze to our face.  Then Ry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; had a snow fight.  I think he sufficiently filled her pants with snow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are some more pictures in this post and the one that follows for you to see of our afternoon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2nQ0fmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XLam_beipLY/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2nQ0fmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XLam_beipLY/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292017472947650146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2R1aEpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SG_ZHQUYV4I/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2R1aEpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/SG_ZHQUYV4I/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292017467195527826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2PpikLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/CnS8k7wBvdI/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2PpikLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/CnS8k7wBvdI/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292017466608881842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF112zV3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uLk8sYLWe4c/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF112zV3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uLk8sYLWe4c/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292017459685185394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF1f3V2sI/AAAAAAAAAfo/mnfoFUsfQmg/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF1f3V2sI/AAAAAAAAAfo/mnfoFUsfQmg/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292017453781867202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1362931665063578301?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1362931665063578301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1362931665063578301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1362931665063578301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1362931665063578301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/playday-in-maine.html' title='A Playday in Maine'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEF2nQ0fmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/XLam_beipLY/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1299704824463946923</id><published>2009-01-16T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:30:35.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Playday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKVDP4zAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jM7EaSW2M-c/s1600-h/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKVDP4zAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jM7EaSW2M-c/s400/DSC_0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022393902517250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKUynak0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Z1AcPyt7cRY/s1600-h/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKUynak0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/Z1AcPyt7cRY/s400/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022389437797186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKUSCzPlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/tSz6L70XsRQ/s1600-h/DSC_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKUSCzPlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/tSz6L70XsRQ/s400/DSC_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022380694290002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKTwWG9qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/LNZ7kEaUE7I/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKTwWG9qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/LNZ7kEaUE7I/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022371648468642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKTp9sbII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GbEEYXEgCLM/s1600-h/DSC_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKTp9sbII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GbEEYXEgCLM/s400/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292022369935453314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1299704824463946923?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1299704824463946923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1299704824463946923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1299704824463946923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1299704824463946923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-playday-pictures.html' title='More Playday Pictures'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXEKVDP4zAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jM7EaSW2M-c/s72-c/DSC_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-643468636210805553</id><published>2009-01-16T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:56:09.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine: Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, its our first morning here in Maine.  We had a great time last night going out to eat and then coming back to the cottage and watching a movie.  Let me just say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is beautiful &lt;/span&gt;here!!!  I love getting out of the car and hearing the snow crunch under my boots!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning has been lazy, just like I had hoped it would be.  Since today is my anniversary, my lovely husband brought me coffee in bed!  What a great way to start the day!  However, I still got up and made my man some anniversary pancakes!  Frank &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried &lt;/span&gt;to go outside and shovel some snow...why I'm not really sure, and Ryan got our fire started in the wood burning stove.  Ryan is now the only one allowed to do this...the rest of us stink at it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we are getting ready to head into one of the little adjoining towns nearby for some shopping and lunch.  We are planning on some sledding today...don't worry I will have some pictures of that...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; gotten our strategy mapped out for the snowball fight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures for you to enjoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the view from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunporch&lt;/span&gt; this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpo3_gAPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EBCCy2SyI48/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpo3_gAPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EBCCy2SyI48/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916081850482930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;view from my balcony this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpotk2X4I/AAAAAAAAAew/IdrPqRp5PXs/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpotk2X4I/AAAAAAAAAew/IdrPqRp5PXs/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916079054348162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is our backyard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpoRiGIMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8Np40oozZGU/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpoRiGIMI/AAAAAAAAAeo/8Np40oozZGU/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916071526604994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right off our "yard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpoA01WiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/K2yxbpAx38A/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpoA01WiI/AAAAAAAAAeg/K2yxbpAx38A/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916067041794594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpnwgP_hI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7dP-UJRJHjc/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpnwgP_hI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7dP-UJRJHjc/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916062660492818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-643468636210805553?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/643468636210805553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=643468636210805553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/643468636210805553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/643468636210805553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/maine-friday.html' title='Maine: Friday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCpo3_gAPI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EBCCy2SyI48/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4759057268610313576</id><published>2009-01-16T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:55:48.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCtyTX9skI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kiS5CDvs978/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCtw29HmaI/AAAAAAAAAfA/qP-5XbR_zOM/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291920617057524130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4759057268610313576?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4759057268610313576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4759057268610313576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4759057268610313576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4759057268610313576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/maine-pictures.html' title='Maine Pictures'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SXCtyTX9skI/AAAAAAAAAfg/kiS5CDvs978/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3845539411522967545</id><published>2009-01-15T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:39:38.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made IT!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we are here in New Harbor, Maine!!  Wasn't a bad trip at all!  We spent most of the day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Freeport&lt;/span&gt; shopping at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LLBean&lt;/span&gt; headquarters and eating lunch.  There is snow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;!!  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful!  Can't wait until we get to have a snowball fight...I'm already planning my strategy.  Our "cottage" is gorgeous and sits right on the coast!  I was hoping to be able to post some pictures for you, but I think that my computer has finally breathed its last.  So I don't know if you will be able to see any pictures until we get back...but I will try!  More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3845539411522967545?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3845539411522967545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3845539411522967545' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3845539411522967545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3845539411522967545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-made-it.html' title='We Made IT!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5875860584356569775</id><published>2009-01-13T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:20:13.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend, &lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com"&gt;Aimee,&lt;/a&gt; tagged me in a photo tag.  Here are the rules: go to your 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder and get the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture and give a brief description of it.  So, this picture is of Jackson when he was about 2 1/2 yrs old.  We were at our pumpkin patch for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; that year.  He was too cute!  I had forgotten that he really did use to be a little fellow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SWz2wgSk8vI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aUM7odAGEPY/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SWz2wgSk8vI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aUM7odAGEPY/s400/P1010031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290874975415497458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5875860584356569775?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5875860584356569775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5875860584356569775' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5875860584356569775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5875860584356569775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SWz2wgSk8vI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/aUM7odAGEPY/s72-c/P1010031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-572770564462498276</id><published>2009-01-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:34:19.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolution...Kinda</title><content type='html'>So, we are well into the new year...2009.  My time really does fly!!  And every year, I, as many of you, think about the past year.  Some things I would&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; to change, some I wouldn't, what I did right/wrong, what I can do better...  And this year I decided that I'm not making any resolutions.   They always just beg to be broken anyway.  I decided to do something different.  Now I know what a resolution is...it's an intention, a firm intention to do something.  I need more than that.  Part of this past year has been about not being mediocre in the things that I do, so... it just didn't seem like enough.  This year I decided to make some new year &lt;em&gt;commitments&lt;/em&gt;.  Those don't sound so easy to get out of, not so easily broken.  After all, you make a commitment then people start expecting something from you... So here are the most important things that I am committing to this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to knowing the Lord in a deeper way.  More time in His Word, more time in prayer, more time recognizing His voice.  Whatever it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am committed to knowing more scripture.  I know some, but not nearly enough.  I want those verses so deep in my heart that I can call them to memory in a moments notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to making my relationships count.  Being purposeful in every action, every word.  Not being so concerned with the number of friends...but with the content and the quality of our friendship.  Making sure that those that I love know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is...right out there for everyone to see...makes it a little harder to take back, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-572770564462498276?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/572770564462498276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=572770564462498276' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/572770564462498276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/572770564462498276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-years-resolutionkinda.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolution...Kinda'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6964822305946678652</id><published>2009-01-07T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:33:28.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tough Being A Woman</title><content type='html'>I started the Beth Moore Bible study yesterday on Esther!  I have been waiting it seems like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; to start this so I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; excited!!  The introductory session was great and I am sure that I will be talking a lot about the study itself in the upcoming weeks.  Part of the title of the study is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Tough Being A Woman&lt;/span&gt;.  Beth had asked on their blog for women to give their reasons of why they thought this and she read some of them.  They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; funny!  So, I thought I would give you my own list...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S TOUGH BEING A WOMAN BECAUSE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you never get a sick day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you must juggle many different hats at one time... cook, wife, mother, daughter, friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chauffeur&lt;/span&gt;, referee, judge AND jury, housekeeper, laundry cleaner (sometimes), pet feeder and so on and so on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you have to disguise the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pantie&lt;/span&gt; lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you really have one great week each month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*there is always &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; following you to the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you must keep smooth legs (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;riiiiiight&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you must automatically know how to do little girls hair once you have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you have to know when it's safe to whack your kids while driving and when to pull over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you are the primary grocery getter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you have to make sense of why you cry at commercials..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last but not least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*PANTYHOSE AND BRAS (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6964822305946678652?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6964822305946678652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6964822305946678652' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6964822305946678652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6964822305946678652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-tough-being-woman.html' title='It&apos;s Tough Being A Woman'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2497893705065452352</id><published>2009-01-04T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:53:42.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Bitten</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me just say that I have been bitten... by him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SWGB0PmtZEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZP1kAKktpoY/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287650172051743810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SWGB0PmtZEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZP1kAKktpoY/s400/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I went to &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ang's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this weekend, we all went to the movies on Friday to see &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;.  Now, let me say that originally I went because the other girls wanted to go and I wanted to spend time with them.  I had not read the books, any of them, and I had no intention of reading them.  I didn't care about vampires at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the movie started.  And at the moment when Edward walked in, I was HOOKED!!  And I got sucked in (&lt;em&gt;literally)&lt;/em&gt;!!  I leaned over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; and said &lt;em&gt;okay I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; reading the books now!!&lt;/em&gt;  And the movie was one of the best love stories I have seen in a long time.  I mean it!!  There was no cussing in the movie, no sex, no blood and guts or gore.  I was shocked.  I am in misery that the next movie doesn't come out until 2010!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the house before I left, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; loaded me up with all 4 books.  Let me just say that these are no small books.  These are 500+ page books.  I told them that I was going to read while I drove.  I was just kidding, even though I did consider it for a brief moment!  And I finished the first one this afternoon... instead of taking my Sunday afternoon nap!  It's that good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to everyone I picked on about loving the books and the movie... I must say I am truly sorry!  Cause now I've joined the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; club!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2497893705065452352?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2497893705065452352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2497893705065452352' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2497893705065452352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2497893705065452352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-bitten.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Bitten'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SWGB0PmtZEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ZP1kAKktpoY/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3867971476718386238</id><published>2009-01-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:17:50.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Call me crazy, I know, but on Thursday I got back into the car and headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A&lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com"&gt;ng's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house... again.  No kids in tow this time, just me.  I was bummed that I had missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Keli&lt;/span&gt; and the girls started asking me to come back.  I just don't know how to say no to them!  That &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; I cave to peer pressure. *snicker*  And I was fortunate enough that Frank had already decided to take off work on Friday and he was sweet enough to let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just tell you that we had a blast!  It was a big slumber party I tell ya!  We cut up and laughed for a long time that evening.  And the funny thing is that even though it was the first time I had been around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamimaginelive.blogspot.com"&gt;Keli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in real life, I didn't feel that way at all.  She is HI &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LARIOUS&lt;/span&gt;!!  Seriously, I haven't laughed that much in one sitting in a while.  I even got to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ang's&lt;/span&gt; mom! And she was just as funny as the rest of the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we all went to bed around 3am.  And then we were up around 8am.  So, we were lazy for most of the morning!  However, we did go to the movies that afternoon (more on that later) once &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ang's&lt;/span&gt; friends came to town!  I tell ya, she had a house slam full!  We had a great time and I really hated to go, but came home with a bunch of new memories and great friendships!  I can't wait till we all get together again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and just for the girls.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;CANCEL ROUTE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fxh2W-wI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Q5cOOttxWew/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fxh2W-wI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Q5cOOttxWew/s400/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287190529549204226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fxNJjX6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/_a0KrI5w4x0/s1600-h/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fxNJjX6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/_a0KrI5w4x0/s400/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287190523992563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fw1gwm0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/RNUSLXMYRag/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fw1gwm0I/AAAAAAAAAdw/RNUSLXMYRag/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287190517647448898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3867971476718386238?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3867971476718386238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3867971476718386238' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3867971476718386238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3867971476718386238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-road-trip.html' title='Another Road Trip'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SV_fxh2W-wI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Q5cOOttxWew/s72-c/IMG_1812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7926777547809683647</id><published>2008-12-31T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:59:39.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning I loaded up the kids and headed to see &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her brood.  I was excited to see them all again, but nervous about bringing my kids with me.  I mean, I don't call this "circus life" for nothing, ya know!!  But, I knew that the kids would have a great time and would love her Things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got just a little later start than I wanted.  This would be the morning that my kids decided to sleep in.  I had to go wake Jack up at 7am!  That's when we should have been leaving!  But, everyone got dressed relatively quickly and we headed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only took about 15 minutes into the trip for Mallory to declare that she needed to go potty.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;  Fifteen minutes?  So, we did stop.  Then 30 minutes after that... another one said they needed to go and just couldn't hold it.  Stop again.  45 minutes later... the other one.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!  I was very worried that this was a good indication of how the rest of my day was gonna go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The closer we got, the more the boys kept saying they were starving.  However, the minute the car door opened and they got out, they were hungry no more.  They literally started playing the minute they got there.  I love how kids don't waste any time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;awkwardness&lt;/span&gt;.  They just acted like they had always known each other and had been playing together for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older Things taught Jackson how to ride a 4wheeler.  Needless to say, he was in heaven!!  He did really well.  I think we are gonna have to start saving up now for next Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandi and her crew came and I had a great time getting to know her!  Wyatt already asked me this morning where the biggest girl was!  Brandi is a lot of fun and she cracked me up! I'm so glad that they let me come and hang out with them for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shannon was even able to meet us for dinner with her family!  Her little "coffee cups" are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cute!  I'm not sure the restaurant will ever be the same though... 7 adults and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/span&gt; kids!!!  WOW!!!  What were we thinking??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that it won't be long before we can get together again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; is the real deal!  GEN U WINE!!!  And I miss her bunches!  But for sure it was a WOO TO THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt; good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack on the 4wheeler   Look DAD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuERygW2qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tRKyH89kMkI/s1600-h/041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuERygW2qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tRKyH89kMkI/s400/041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964028799539874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I get one of these?  Dad??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuERV_whDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Aso2TBYbt3Q/s1600-h/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuERV_whDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Aso2TBYbt3Q/s400/042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964021146616882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;, and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuEQ5P-LMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4y_Wd8QeH_k/s1600-h/043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuEQ5P-LMI/AAAAAAAAAdY/4y_Wd8QeH_k/s400/043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964013429992642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7926777547809683647?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7926777547809683647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7926777547809683647' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7926777547809683647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7926777547809683647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/visiting-friends.html' title='Visiting Friends'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVuERygW2qI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tRKyH89kMkI/s72-c/041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7651071246683339747</id><published>2008-12-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:55:20.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Let The Frog Out?</title><content type='html'>For Christmas, Santa brought Wyatt 2 very special things.  One was a "bug catcher" (which was basically a dust buster for kids to suck bugs up into).  He &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; bugs.  And he believes that all bugs are his friends.  So therefore, he touches all of them. *gross*  He also got a "bug house" to put all the things in that he catches.  My thought was that he would primarily catch dead bugs and they would end up in the habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... my aunt and uncle from Florida came today for us to celebrate Christmas together.  My kids absolutely &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; them.  Aunt Sharon and Uncle Jimmy play with them and basically let them do what they want.  What's not to love?  So anyway, Wyatt asked Aunt Sharon to go outside with him to find some bugs.  Our exterminator comes regularly, so I wasn't really that concerned.  &lt;em&gt;PLUS&lt;/em&gt;, he was going outside with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while I could hear some excitement building outside.  I began to get a tad bit worried that they had in fact found something.  And I was right.  Not just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; something, but &lt;em&gt;FOUR&lt;/em&gt; somethings.  Frogs.  My least favorite things in the whole world.  I know they probably serve a higher purpose, but I wish they would all just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had found 4 frogs and put them into the bug house.  They even managed to find a live bug and put it in there for the frogs to eat.  &lt;em&gt;How thoughtful of them...&lt;/em&gt;  Wyatt happily brought them inside to show me.  Man was he proud.  We decided that the frogs needed to have some water.  And there was a place in the bug house that looked like it was just perfect to hold a little water.  But how were we going to get the water in without letting the frogs out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my creative Aunt Sharon thought it would be a great idea to open the "trap door" instead of opening the whole thing and flick a piece of ice into the little well.  I agreed this was a good idea so I did it.  As soon as the ice was in place, one of the frogs hopped over.  He jumped right onto the piece of ice and guess what?  Ever seen&lt;em&gt;  A CHRISTMAS STORY&lt;/em&gt;?  You know the one with Ralphie?  You know the part where the little boy gets his tongue stuck on the pole?  Well... poor little froggy got his hiney stuck to the ice cube!!!  He hopped on, but couldn't hop off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the drawer and grabbed a medicine dropper and quickly filled it with some water.  Squirted it on the ice and the frog and Aunt Sharon flicked the frog off.  He was okay.  A little stunned and cold perhaps, but okay.  We won't be trying that again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we will be releasing all 4 frogs back into the wild very soon.  I just keep hearing some song in the back of my mind.  Singing... &lt;em&gt;Who let the frogs out? Who? Who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVbyc8Ls_bI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tlu2UhVjd04/s1600-h/IMG_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677791771327922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVbyc8Ls_bI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tlu2UhVjd04/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVbycgD2GPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JvR5Wg3asm8/s1600-h/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284677784222177522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVbycgD2GPI/AAAAAAAAAdI/JvR5Wg3asm8/s400/IMG_1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7651071246683339747?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7651071246683339747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7651071246683339747' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7651071246683339747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7651071246683339747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-let-frog-out.html' title='Who Let The Frog Out?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SVbyc8Ls_bI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tlu2UhVjd04/s72-c/IMG_1773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1150321812285156939</id><published>2008-12-26T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:56:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apple Really Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree</title><content type='html'>Frank and I are very different in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of areas.  And I have learned to accept those differences, even embrace them from time to time.  But, what I wasn't really prepared for was that my children would pick up on those differences and they would embrace them each in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Frank and I are very different in the way that we show our excitement.  When Frank and I had been dating for about 2 years, our second Christmas together I think, I had saved for months and months to buy him a shotgun that he wanted.  I worked my tail off to buy that thing AND to keep it a secret (&lt;em&gt;I am not great at gift secrets)&lt;/em&gt;.  When I gave it to him, he looked it over and stood up.  Walked over to me and basically, in front of his whole family, gave me a pat on the back and said "Thanks!".  He walked to his room, put it away, and didn't mention it again for the rest of the evening.  Needless to say I was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he typically reacts to things.  Even when deep down inside he really is very excited.  He just doesn't show it very much on the outside.  Unless he's crying and that's another ballgame.  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; on the other hand react quite the opposite.  You can give me a piece of gum and I act like it is the greatest thing in the world.  Partly because gift giving is one of my love languages and partly because I am easy to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I discovered this Christmas was that Jackson is very much like Frank and Wyatt and Mallory are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; like me in this area.  No matter how excited that Jackson really was, he pretty much just kept it contained.  He would give a little smile.  He would go off by himself and play with his new games.  Then he would surface later to get another one.  No jumping up and down or screaming with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt, however, would tell everyone at 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decibels&lt;/span&gt; above normal listening capacity how whatever dinosaur he was currently holding was the coolest thing he had ever seen or how it was the one he had &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wanted.  He would also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; things like "Oh Yeah Baby"  and "awesome" several times.  Mallory would also jump around and giggle at her gifts.  And she would &lt;em&gt;loudly&lt;/em&gt; tell us how much she liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made for a great Christmas.  I guess what I have always heard is true.  The apple really doesn't fall too far from the tree after all.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;!  Scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1150321812285156939?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1150321812285156939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1150321812285156939' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1150321812285156939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1150321812285156939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/apple-really-doesnt-fall-far-from-tree.html' title='The Apple Really Doesn&apos;t Fall Far From The Tree'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2283437228072761594</id><published>2008-12-25T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:59:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Festivites 2008</title><content type='html'>Whew!!! I don't know about you guys, but I am glad this day is over!!  I mean, I love it... I do. But I am equally as glad to see it go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our fun and festivities with Christmas Eve over at Frank's parents house.  We do this every year.  We had traditional Christmas dinner and let me just say it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummo&lt;/span&gt;!!  I have never had anything that Frank's mom didn't rock the house on!  And she did not disappoint this time either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner was over, &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt;, it was time for some presents.  Everyone picks a spot on the floor and then some "elves" pass out the gifts.  The hardest thing is making the kids wait to open their stuff with all those packages sitting in front of them.  But once they had the green light, it was on!!  This year, I have to say, was by far the best.  All of the kids were completely into it and they all understood what was going on.  And instead of having 273 gifts each to tear through, they only had a few each.  They were things that they really wanted and they weren't overwhelmed with just moving to the next one.  And Frank and I weren't overloaded with stuff to bring home and put away!!  Let's see... Jackson got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; games and a gift card to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gamestop&lt;/span&gt; and Toys R Us.  Wyatt got a HUGE box of dinosaurs, some walking dinosaurs, and a dinosaur book (&lt;em&gt;do you see a theme here?  What can I say, the boy LOVES him some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dinos&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;.  Mallory got a box of princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dress up&lt;/span&gt; shoes (6 different pair), a baby doll stroller and new baby and some fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;.  She has clomped around everywhere pushing that stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started off with Jackson getting up at 5am.  He went back upstairs.  Then back down at 5:30.  I didn't know what time it was though, so I invited him to crawl in the bed with us.  Wyatt joined us a few minutes later and I glanced at the clock and noticed that it said 5:42am, after my eyes adjusted.  They were sent back upstairs.  Fifteen minutes later, as I was dreaming again, they came back down asking if NOW it was time to get up.  At this point, I gave up, or in, whichever, and got up.  Put the quiche in the oven and Frank turned the tree on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he did that, the boys saw that Santa had indeed stopped by and they were too excited.  By 615am, it was over.  Everything had been opened and the boys were busy playing.  I was on my second cup of coffee.  My parents had spent the night with us so we went ahead and opened gifts with them too.  The biggest gift was for my mom this year.  I had one of the pictures that &lt;a href="http://kandrphotography.net/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; had taken and had it put on 20X30 canvas.  My dad framed it for her.  She really liked it.  It was beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was completely stress free, believe it or not, considering that I was having 20 people in my house for lunch.  We decided to go non-traditional for lunch.  Soups and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;.  Although, I planned that &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; I knew that the weather was going to be 75 degrees today!  Anyway... we had vegetable soup (made by my mom), chicken chowder (made by Frank's mom) and I made Chicken Tortilla Soup.  And I must say, my soup rocked!!  It was really good.  Good enough for Ryan to say he wanted us to have it on a Friday night dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everyone had gone home and the kids were all napping and everything had been cleaned up.. I took a nap too.  A long, hard nap.  The kind were you dream AND drool.  And probably snore, but I would never admit to that!  When we finally got up, it was time to go out to Aunt C's house and have dinner at the barn.  It was traditional. (&lt;em&gt;do you see why I chose to have a nontraditional at lunch?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good, but I am glad to be back home in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and getting ready for bed.  We just have one more "Christmas" to do on Saturday when my aunt and uncle come from out of town.  The kids are super excited about them coming.  Hope everyone had a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2283437228072761594?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2283437228072761594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2283437228072761594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2283437228072761594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2283437228072761594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-festivites-2008.html' title='Christmas Festivites 2008'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6695122495842634827</id><published>2008-12-22T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:48:36.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a4d784e44497a4e413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play  " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a4d784e44497a4e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6695122495842634827?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6695122495842634827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6695122495842634827' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6695122495842634827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6695122495842634827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-2008.html' title='Merry Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5240624729514573164</id><published>2008-12-20T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:16:25.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There A Doctor In The House?</title><content type='html'>Today has not been great.  I have had a migraine all day for starters.  &lt;em&gt;THEN&lt;/em&gt; my husband is sick.  That's right.  The big baby is sick.  With almost flu-like symptoms.  So you know what that means.  Shivering.  Moaning.  Groaning.  Honestly I don't know which is worse sometimes.  When the kids are sick or when your man gets sick.  Okay.  I take that back.  I DO know which is worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know I don't have &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; shortcomings, but I do struggle tremendously in this department.  I do not play nursemaid very well.  Well...  anyway.  I can't help it.  I do &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;.  And I start out okay.  But somewhere around say hour 2... that's it.  I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just get irritated that the world doesn't stop for me when I am sick and not feeling well.  I remember on one of my visits to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. about my migraines they would ask me "&lt;em&gt;when you get a migraine do you go lie down?"&lt;/em&gt;  And my reply would always be (with a head nod, I might add) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riiiiigght&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, moms still have to function when we are sick.  We still have meals to cook, baths to give, hair to comb, diapers to change, dogs to feed, beds to make, toys to pick up, clothes to wash, dishes that need to be put away, and homework to help with.  We do not often get to pull the covers over our head and wish the sickness away.  And Lord help us if we ever do... we certainly don't moan every! other! breath!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what my response to my husband &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be when he doesn't feel well.  I know that I should respond lovingly.  That I should make the kids keep the noise to a minimum *snicker snicker*  That I should wait on him hand and foot with a &lt;em&gt;gen u wine&lt;/em&gt; smile on my face.  I know all of this, I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... If he doesn't stop the moaning and groaning soon, I may have to stick a sock in it! (&lt;em&gt;Glory, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;praisetheLord&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5240624729514573164?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5240624729514573164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5240624729514573164' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5240624729514573164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5240624729514573164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-there-doctor-in-house.html' title='Is There A Doctor In The House?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8871602657993116843</id><published>2008-12-18T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:55:01.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Came Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the annual Christmas party for the kids at the bank.  Each year bank employees can bring their children or grandchildren.  The bank buys a present for each child that comes and Santa appears and passes out the gifts to everyone.  Mallory LOVED Santa and Mrs. Claus!  I was very surprised!  She got a baby doll w/a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; and a bottle for it.  The baby doll cries and coos and giggles.  It even makes sucking noises when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passy&lt;/span&gt; is in her mouth.  Wyatt got a set of dinosaurs (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like we need anymore dinosaurs, but that is what he wants right now, and that is primarily what he is getting for Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;.  He was so excited.  And Jackson got a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nintendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; game, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda.  He is like Frank... he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suppresses&lt;/span&gt; his excitement.  Inside he really is, but you don't always know it on the outside.  Anyway, a fun time was had by all.  Enjoy the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHws1txLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hA7g0vwuUqY/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHwForitI/AAAAAAAAAcI/d_a52aljMug/s400/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323510749956818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHv1ZqcEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UGvr_wAfdB4/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHv1ZqcEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/UGvr_wAfdB4/s400/IMG_1706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323506392002626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHvSxKAXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LWFTVgfBCHc/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHvSxKAXI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LWFTVgfBCHc/s400/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281323497095299442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8871602657993116843?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8871602657993116843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8871602657993116843' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8871602657993116843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8871602657993116843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-came-early.html' title='Santa Came Early'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsHws1txLI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hA7g0vwuUqY/s72-c/IMG_1682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8427070171105818770</id><published>2008-12-18T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:55:10.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures from Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMuvTig7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/IM6ADVlXZWY/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMuvTig7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/IM6ADVlXZWY/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281328985133974450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMuOqRSSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LC4ckO8aiS8/s1600-h/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMuOqRSSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LC4ckO8aiS8/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281328976370944290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMt5j4ZPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/M5y19ik2aQo/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMt5j4ZPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/M5y19ik2aQo/s400/IMG_1684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281328970707002610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMtbxKGKI/AAAAAAAAAco/BPFALlxjCso/s1600-h/IMG_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMtbxKGKI/AAAAAAAAAco/BPFALlxjCso/s400/IMG_1693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281328962709624994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMs_AVF-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/Lh9lPUEBPrw/s1600-h/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMs_AVF-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/Lh9lPUEBPrw/s400/IMG_1700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281328954988632034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8427070171105818770?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8427070171105818770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8427070171105818770' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8427070171105818770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8427070171105818770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-pictures-from-christmas-party.html' title='More Pictures from Christmas Party'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsMuvTig7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/IM6ADVlXZWY/s72-c/IMG_1669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-184704491056172831</id><published>2008-12-18T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:22:46.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was playgroup and we did our annual Christmas cookie swap.  This year it was at my good friend Julie's house.  Boy, did she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; luck out!!  The weather has been unseasonably warm this week and it was perfect for playing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OUTSIDE!!!&lt;/span&gt;  So, all the kids weren't destroying every square inch of her house.  We all had a great time and when we were done, whatever cookies were left gets split up among everyone.  You get to take a plate of yummy cookies home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEPe_NGtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nSpt2uJ6M94/s1600-h/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's Wyatt on the swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEPFp94nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6Y-ipDkS7X0/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEPFp94nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6Y-ipDkS7X0/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319645284786802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mallory and Alex in deep conversation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEO8lBznI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tqs8ygJ80cQ/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEO8lBznI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Tqs8ygJ80cQ/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319642848153202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look at Mallory's shirt!  Cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEOioBTlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pk5sTcgBiRs/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEOioBTlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pk5sTcgBiRs/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319635881381458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mallory LOVES Julie &amp;amp; her hubby Scott!  Isn't this the look of love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEOV4OblI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Xal4VVMGWx4/s1600-h/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEOV4OblI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Xal4VVMGWx4/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281319632459689554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-184704491056172831?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/184704491056172831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=184704491056172831' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/184704491056172831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/184704491056172831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-swap.html' title='Cookie Swap'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUsEPFp94nI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6Y-ipDkS7X0/s72-c/IMG_1662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5353320873245161802</id><published>2008-12-17T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:25:17.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Carols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mallory is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' singing her some Christmas carols this year.  However, she often messes up the words or there are parts of the song that you can't really understand what she is saying.  Yet, she still sings on.  Yesterday when she got up from her nap, I could hear her singing this song through the monitor.  When I went into her room, I asked her if she would sing for the camera and she exclaimed "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Santa!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please excuse her hair.  She had just gotten up from a nap. Well, that's the excuse I am using today.   And don't forget to pause the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; on the left.  *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make sure you catch at the end of the song she adds her own words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-537146ef0eed6428" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D537146ef0eed6428%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330040607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61E2A462D084E547E1F177D525E43D67340060A0.3336D1A94F4FC6D2836FA61C432EF175D6F4A0CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D537146ef0eed6428%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqvXGaCbvvAAQqXqYJPxhCf6U3JU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D537146ef0eed6428%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330040607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61E2A462D084E547E1F177D525E43D67340060A0.3336D1A94F4FC6D2836FA61C432EF175D6F4A0CF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D537146ef0eed6428%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqvXGaCbvvAAQqXqYJPxhCf6U3JU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5353320873245161802?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=537146ef0eed6428&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5353320873245161802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5353320873245161802' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5353320873245161802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5353320873245161802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-carols.html' title='Christmas Carols'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3482056145385742861</id><published>2008-12-15T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:26:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tour of Homes 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://boomama.net/2008/12/15/christmas-tour-of-homes-2008/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h134/boomama205/boomamachristmassmall1.jpg" border="0" alt="BooMamaChristmasTour" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, this year I decided to participate in &lt;a href="http://boomama.net/"&gt;Boo Mama's&lt;/a&gt; Tour of Homes.  Head on over and check out some of the other houses that are all spruced up for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is our tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar4SiKUAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XzjkZLmLdyI/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar4SiKUAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XzjkZLmLdyI/s400/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096596674629634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the mantle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar4LregbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/xHZNegWTGFM/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar4LregbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/xHZNegWTGFM/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096594834653618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pillows in my rockers outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar3h02hpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zJhQukhbrAs/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar3h02hpI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zJhQukhbrAs/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096583599687314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nativity (which I LURVE) on the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar3OrtCbI/AAAAAAAAAas/hqIxJWgNVkE/s1600-h/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar3OrtCbI/AAAAAAAAAas/hqIxJWgNVkE/s400/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096578461043122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3482056145385742861?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3482056145385742861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3482056145385742861' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3482056145385742861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3482056145385742861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tour-of-homes-2008.html' title='Christmas Tour of Homes 2008'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SUar4SiKUAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/XzjkZLmLdyI/s72-c/IMG_1638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6597586768604640827</id><published>2008-12-15T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:54:23.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday Edition 13</title><content type='html'>So much cheaper than therapy it is!!! Yes, it is that time again. Not Me! Monday. If you're not sure how to play along OR if you need to read about all the things that everyone else hasn't been doing, head on over to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MckMama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and read up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think to myself that whoever said "&lt;em&gt;This is gonna hurt me more than it will you"&lt;/em&gt; so did not have my kids. Because most days... it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT tell my husbands dog that I hoped he mildly choked on the kids toy he was presently chewing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT forget how long it had been since I had shaved my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT drive around for 3 days saying "&lt;em&gt;What is that SMELL??" &lt;/em&gt;in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT remember after 3rd day of saying that that my daughter had pooped in the portable potty I keep in the back of the vehicle when we were at the gas station... and it was still in the back of my vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT just throw it away either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT almost vomit a little. now. thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT take a nice, long, warm, &lt;em&gt;RELAXING &lt;/em&gt;bath... with my kids toys still in the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT continue watching the kids cartoon for 20 minutes &lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt; they had gone outside and I also did not want to find out what happened at the end either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I DID learn a very valuable lesson this week.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BEANO&lt;/span&gt; IS YOUR FRIEND GIRLS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... I feel very relaxed now! Head on over to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to learn the rules of the game!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6597586768604640827?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6597586768604640827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6597586768604640827' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6597586768604640827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6597586768604640827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-monday-edition-13.html' title='Not Me! Monday Edition 13'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7001748433151986263</id><published>2008-12-13T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:45:29.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Corinthians 13: A Christmas Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-family: georgia;"&gt;My Friend &lt;a href="http://kandrphotography.net"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-family: georgia;"&gt;sent me this and I wanted to share it with you.  I hope that we all don't loose the real meaning of what this season is really about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows,               &lt;br /&gt;strands of twinkling lights, and shiny balls,                                             &lt;br /&gt;but do not show love to my family,                                       &lt;br /&gt;I'm just another decorator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;If I slave away in the kitchen baking                              &lt;br /&gt;dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals,&lt;br /&gt;and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime,             &lt;br /&gt;but do not show love to my family,                                      &lt;br /&gt;I'm just another cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;If I work at a soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home,           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;and give all that I have to charity,                                              &lt;br /&gt;but do not show love to my family,                                                   &lt;br /&gt;it profits me nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties, and sing in the choir's cantata,  &lt;br /&gt;but do not focus on  Christ,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;I have missed the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love stops the cooking to hug the child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love is kind, though harried and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="CENTER"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love does not envy another's home that has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt; coordinated Christmas china and table linens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love does not yell at the kids to get out of the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt; but is thankful they are there to be in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love does not give only to those who are able to give in return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt; but rejoices in giving to those who cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Love bears all things, believes all things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt; hopes all things, and endures all things.  Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:17.0px"&gt;Video games will break.  &lt;br /&gt;Pearl necklaces will be lost.  &lt;br /&gt;Golf clubs will rust.  &lt;br /&gt;But giving the gift of love will endure forevermore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7001748433151986263?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7001748433151986263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7001748433151986263' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7001748433151986263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7001748433151986263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-corinthians-13-christmas-version.html' title='I Corinthians 13: A Christmas Version'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8361449594682342045</id><published>2008-12-12T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:55:05.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Ornament Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I signed up to participate in TGOE over here w/&lt;a href="http://theaccidentaltraveler.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; and my package came today!  I was very excited to open it and LOOK what was inside!!  A great ornament and a very sweet note! It is from &lt;a href="http://jadeinmywindow.wordpress.com"&gt;jadeinmywindow&lt;/a&gt; and I love it! I promptly went and put it on my tree.  The pictures really don't show it off that well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ornament is ready to be sent off!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry, friend, yours will be in the mail on Saturday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SULAn5CvXwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NPJec8XTrxs/s1600-h/IMG_1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SULAn5CvXwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NPJec8XTrxs/s400/IMG_1626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993504791387906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SULAniMjAaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jBcnWHWsAyw/s1600-h/IMG_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SULAniMjAaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jBcnWHWsAyw/s400/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278993498658505122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8361449594682342045?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8361449594682342045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8361449594682342045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8361449594682342045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8361449594682342045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-ornament-exchange.html' title='The Great Ornament Exchange'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SULAn5CvXwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/NPJec8XTrxs/s72-c/IMG_1626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2823765167467074603</id><published>2008-12-12T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:42:20.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and Shine</title><content type='html'>I am not a morning person. My husband, however, along with 2 of our 3 children are. But, even though I am not a morning person, I do tend to get a lot accomplished in the mornings. More so than the rest of the day, surprisingly enough. For example, here are some of the things that have taken place SO FAR at my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 kids up&lt;br /&gt;2 kids dressed&lt;br /&gt;3 beds made&lt;br /&gt;breakfast made and cleaned up&lt;br /&gt;2 lunches made&lt;br /&gt;3 blankets monogrammed&lt;br /&gt;2 puzzles assembled&lt;br /&gt;3 cups of coffee drank (not all by me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2 Bible studies done&lt;br /&gt;2 school bags packed&lt;br /&gt;3 sword fights had&lt;br /&gt;1 kid taken to bus (at end of driveway)&lt;br /&gt;2 dogs fed&lt;br /&gt;1 large dog successfully chased by small child w/cap gun around the island 12 times.. in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that it's 7:15am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2823765167467074603?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2823765167467074603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2823765167467074603' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2823765167467074603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2823765167467074603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-morning-person.html' title='Rise and Shine'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3326906558273746432</id><published>2008-12-11T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:26:35.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Some Days...</title><content type='html'>We all strive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; our own personal levels of perfection. Whatever those definitions are. And I would venture to say that &lt;em&gt;NONE&lt;/em&gt; of us even measure up to those much less the expectations that others put on us. So, just to make you feel better, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; what happens to me on &lt;em&gt;some of those days...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when I don't shut the clothes drawers all the way... and still walk out of the room anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when I wish I could go on vacation... permanently.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when I DO shut the drawers, but there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; or a sock hanging out... and I leave it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when I look at my legs and wonder just exactly how long HAS it been since I have shaved...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I don't brush the kids teeth until noon...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that after going to the gym, I go to bed that night... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;withOUT&lt;/span&gt; taking a shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I don't clean up breakfast until I am getting supper ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I KNOW my kids are doing something they are not supposed to, but I just look the other way because I am too tired to deal with it right then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I go to town... and forget to brush MY teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I don't put on a bra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I would like for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HUSBAND's&lt;/span&gt; dog to run away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days that I look around and think of how lucky I am to have this life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days I look around and think what did I do to DESERVE this life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when good enough is... good enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when the dishwasher doesn't get loaded until the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are some days when I think "I'll do it later"... and I never do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there is EVERYDAY when I thank the Lord that I can start over... everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3326906558273746432?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3326906558273746432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3326906558273746432' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3326906558273746432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3326906558273746432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-are-some-days.html' title='There Are Some Days...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4859388406867259761</id><published>2008-12-10T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:41:12.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 40!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I made it all the way to the end!!!! I am so glad that you all have shared in this journey with me. I hope that if you haven't taken the dare for yourself, that you will. It will truly bless you and your spouse IF you give it your all. And if you have started, I hope that you will finish, and finish well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last dare says &lt;em&gt;WRITE OUT A RENEWAL OF YOUR VOWS AND PLACE THEM IN YOUR HOME. PERHAPS, YOU COULD MAKE ARRANGEMENTS TO FORMALLY RENEW YOUR WEDDING VOWS BEFORE A MINISTER AND WITH FAMILY PRESENT. MAKE IT A LIVING TESTAMENT TO THE VALUE OF MARRIAGE IN GOD'S EYES AND THE HIGH HONOR OF BEING ONE WITH YOUR MATE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this was coming because I had &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; looked ahead.  So, I casually mentioned this to Frank this morning.  I wish I could tell you that we had a, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;, moment.  And we did.  We had the kind of moment that &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; typically have.  We had the kind of moment that "fits" for us.  Let me enlighten you.  It went a little something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You know what today is in the dare, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;F: No, what.&lt;br /&gt;A: We are supposed to renew our vows. *smirk and very big chuckle while &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; not to look at him*&lt;br /&gt;F:*silence and also trying not to smile*&lt;br /&gt;A: You know, I was thinking since our 10yr anniversary just happens to be coming up in January...&lt;br /&gt;F:Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;A:*laughing*&lt;br /&gt;F:*now playing along* Well since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Ry ARE going too and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; does have her seminary degree, she could officiate and Ry could be our witness.&lt;br /&gt;A:exactly! and we could make snow angels and make a big heart in the snow with our initials in it!&lt;br /&gt;F:*laughing hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;A:and I could pull out my wedding dress and wear it again for you!&lt;br /&gt;F: i don't care if you have lost 60lbs, you ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fittin&lt;/span&gt;' in that thing again.&lt;br /&gt;A: *not laughing and not smiling* excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, those are the kind of moments that we have together.  I am just telling you gals, it ain't gonna happen.  We are not going to renew our vows.  However, we can take some time to remember &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; we did this crazy thing called marriage.  If you want to renew your vows, that is great and I really do think that it's sweet.  Hey, &lt;em&gt;Jon and Kate&lt;/em&gt; did it and I loved it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because the "dare" is over doesn't mean that the journey has to be.  Quite the opposite actually.  I think the best has really just started.  As I really start focusing on Frank's needs and not my own.  As I start to focus on the successes in our marriage instead of the failures.  As I give him permission to be imperfect.  As I concentrate on changing myself instead of him.  With all of these things finally beginning to take more of a priority, how can things do anything BUT get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that this book has made very clear the difference between the worlds view of marriage and God's view of marriage.  See, the world views marriage more as a contract.  A contract is usually a written agreement based on distrust and it lists the rules and conditions of the agreement.  And although there are consequences, it can be broken.  God's view of marriage is a covenant.  A covenant is a verbal commitment based on trust.  Your promise is &lt;em&gt;unconditional&lt;/em&gt; and good forever.  It is spoken before God and out of love for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contracts are self-serving and comes with limited liability.  It can be broken with mutual consent.  Covenants are for the benefits of others and comes with unlimited responsibility.  It has NO expiration date.  It is intended to be unbreakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made several covenants throughout the Bible.  He made one with Noah (Gen. 9:12:17), with Abraham (Gen. 17: 1-8), with Moses (Exodus 19: 3-6), with David (2Sam. 7: 7-16) and with those who believe in Him (Heb 9:15).  Not one time has God ever broken His covenants.  He does not enter into them lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a marriage covenant is not something that we can do on our own.  That's why we need someone who has never broken a covenant before to lead us and to guide us through it.  God.  He alone is the One who can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is now.  Don't wait until tomorrow to start loving your spouse the way that God intended.  You and I don't have that promise.  Your life depends on it.  Their life depends on it.  Your marriage depends on it.  Go ahead.  I dare ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4859388406867259761?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4859388406867259761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4859388406867259761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4859388406867259761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4859388406867259761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-dare-day-40.html' title='Love Dare Day 40!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8629900538398015957</id><published>2008-12-09T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:40:15.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 39</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here I am almost to the very end.  Did you think I wasn't going to finish?  I was going to finish while we were in Atlanta, but I forgot to take my book with me.  Oh well!  So, on to the final &lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt; days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance.  Finishing.  All the way to the end.  Sometimes, if I am really honest, I have a hard time with this.  I start well, but don't always finish well.  Especially if the road is bumpy or the journey is long.  I can give up too easily if it hurts too much.  This is also a sad reality in many marriages today.  The road gets too bumpy and hurts too much.  We get in too many collisions.  And one or both give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Word tells us that &lt;em&gt;love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;  It doesn't say sometimes or many times or often.  It says NEVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can love imperfect people with a perfect love because of Christ.  If we build our relationships on the Word, no matter how often our circumstances change, those truths will still be standing.  It's not too late to start building your marriage on the Word of God now if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' disciples still forsook him.  They still failed Him and they still walked away.  And your spouse may still walk away from you after you have done everything in your power to obey God.  If your marriage fails, if your spouse walks away from you, don't let it be because you gave up.  Don't let it be because YOU stopped loving them.  &lt;em&gt;Love Never Fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dare for today is to &lt;em&gt;SPEND TIME IN PERSONAL PRAYER, THEN WRITE A LETTER OF COMMITMENT AND RESOLVE TO YOUR SPOUSE.  INCLUDE WHY YOU ARE COMMITTING TO THIS MARRIAGE UNTIL DEATH, AND THAT YOU HAVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PURPOSED&lt;/span&gt; TO LOVE THEM NO MATTER WHAT. LEAVE IT IN A PLACE THAT YOUR MATE WILL FIND IT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wrote this letter.  It didn't take long at all.  Because can I just tell you that after almost 10 years of marriage, I really never thought that it would be like this.  Even though I screw up all the time.  And even though there are times that we treat each other poorly.  And even though there are days, there are days that we don't like each other very much.  I still love him more than I ever thought possible.  Really I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8629900538398015957?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8629900538398015957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8629900538398015957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8629900538398015957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8629900538398015957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-dare-day-39.html' title='Love Dare Day 39'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5410973179666189771</id><published>2008-12-08T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:27:54.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday Edition 12</title><content type='html'>It's time to spill the beans again and let everyone know what I most certainly did NOT do over this past week.  And, just in case knowing mine isn't enough, go check out &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MckMama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and see what hundreds of others haven't been doing either!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT look under my sofa because something fell nearby only to be thoroughly disgusted with what I saw under there.  I also did not just get up and walk away leaving everything still there.  Not me.  Being the good housekeeper that I am I most certainly cleaned it immediately!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT have a fabulous time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; my children for four days.  Not me!  I missed them every single moment that I was away from them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT eat lunch w/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; after we had been at the horse barn rubbing all over the horses.  And, if I had, I certainly would have remembered to wash my hands.  I always wash my hands after being with horses.  Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT forget to bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; her gift with me to her house.  I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; forgetful.  I always, always keep my promises.  I did not feel like such a dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT leave wet clothes in the washer while I was away for four days either.  Nope.  Remember, I am the ultimate housekeeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT hang my head out of the truck like a dog on the way home because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOMEONE HAD GAS AND THERE WAS A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;STENCH&lt;/span&gt; IN THE TRUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;  Enough said about that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, if you want to play along and get some free therapy yourself, go &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and check out the rules!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5410973179666189771?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5410973179666189771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5410973179666189771' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5410973179666189771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5410973179666189771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-monday-edition-12.html' title='Not Me! Monday Edition 12'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5837964789689529180</id><published>2008-12-06T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:30:13.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures w/Ang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As promised, here are some pics from my day w/ &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It really was a great day.  And would you look at the picture of those kids??!!  They are too cute and I love them all!  I could have taken them all back with me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I just might have to come back and steal them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my dear friend pointed out to me that YES I am such a dork. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't that what real friends are supposed to do?  tell you that you're a dork?) &lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot &lt;/span&gt;to bring her present with me!!!  I was so excited to get out of the hotel and get on the road to go see her, that I left it in the room! However, SHE remembered me and gave me a super cute ornament that is now hanging on my tree!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shesh&lt;/span&gt;!  So, now, she gets that present AND an extra goody to make up for it!!  It's in the mail, friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb6y3dv4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Bj3-Ycn1QDU/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb6y3dv4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Bj3-Ycn1QDU/s400/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771716551262082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb6I_WnLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LKR3GlMC4Lk/s1600-h/IMG_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb6I_WnLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LKR3GlMC4Lk/s400/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771705310059698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb5gyrysI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bySI-jvOOnI/s1600-h/IMG_1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb5gyrysI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bySI-jvOOnI/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771694519503554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb5ZXukmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/k96elwulvnI/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb5ZXukmI/AAAAAAAAAZc/k96elwulvnI/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771692527391330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5837964789689529180?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5837964789689529180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5837964789689529180' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5837964789689529180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5837964789689529180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-wang.html' title='Pictures w/Ang'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STrb6y3dv4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Bj3-Ycn1QDU/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5591055102065125133</id><published>2008-12-05T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:07:01.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home...</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning and got dressed and ready to head to see &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Made sure to get me a very large coffee from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starbuck's&lt;/span&gt; downstairs and headed into the freezing cold to wait for my truck.  Turned the seats on HOT, plugged in Gertrude, hooked up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the trip itself.  Just me and my coffee and warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt; and music up real loud.  It was great.  I made really good time and just as I expected, Gertrude did not disappoint.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ang's&lt;/span&gt; place is beautiful!!!  And she ran out to meet me with a big smile.  We gave each other a hug and headed towards the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the 4 Things came out to greet me, and for me, it was love at first sight.  They are all so precious.  Then I got to meet TB&amp;amp;H.  He is a great guy.  In fact, I told Frank when I got back that I thought he would like him a lot.  Very down to earth and funny.  We curled up on  the couches and talked and talked and talked.  We headed down to the barn and I met the horses and gave some of them a good rub.  They are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Things all wanted me to climb up in the hayloft with them to show me their "fort with a hot tub" that they made up there out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haybales&lt;/span&gt;.  Of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt;, I scaled the ladder with them and surveyed their work.  It was really cute.  I even went in the fort with them and ended up with hay all in my hair just.like.I.like.it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB&amp;amp;H made lunch for us.  Yes, how I do love a man that fixes food.  After lunch, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; showed me her wedding pictures per my request.  For some reason, we laughed a lot at them.  Not because &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; looked funny, but at the stories that went along with them.  Then we roped Thing 1 into taking a bazillion pictures.  We had to approve them before he could stop.  I thought he was going to end up a professional by the time we told him he could stop.  Either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't like they way she looked in one or I wouldn't like the way I looked.  I needed some pictures with the Things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my time was over all too quickly and I had to head back to Atlanta.  I was really sad to go.  I truly felt like I was somewhere I had been a thousand times before.  Kinda like coming home.  I felt like I had known all of the Things since their birth.  And thankfully, they treated me like they had known me all along.  I never felt "new".  I felt old.  But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I left, the talking didn't stop there.  I think that we sent each other about a thousand texts.  From about 5pm until 930pm we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; back and forth.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;, I hope you have unlimited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;.  If you don't, add it to your plan NOW when you get your new cool phone. :)  I am glad that now I don't have to refer to her as just my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friend.  Now, she is my real life friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to post the pictures tomorrow when I get back.  I can't put them on this computer that we brought!  But you can go &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and see some now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5591055102065125133?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5591055102065125133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5591055102065125133' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5591055102065125133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5591055102065125133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2384312682607054152</id><published>2008-12-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:50:42.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New "Chapter"</title><content type='html'>I slept until 830am. I know there are many of you that think this is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;biggy&lt;/span&gt;. But trust me, it is. When you are used to getting up between 530 and 6am, it is HUGE. And I was very excited when I woke up because I knew that I was gonna go have an early lunch w/ &lt;a href="http://amwalk21.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;. Then, I got up and looked in the mirror. &lt;em&gt;What.is.that.on.my.face??!&lt;/em&gt; Are you kidding me. I am 32 years old &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forcryingoutloud&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; A PIMPLE?? What am I, like in high school or something? Great, just what I wanted to do was meet Amy with a big zit on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, nothing I can do now except try to cover it up with some makeup. I seriously watched &lt;em&gt;TRANSFORMERS&lt;/em&gt; on HBO before I got in the shower. I didn't realize how much I liked it. It was really impairing my ability to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, I made sure that I left in plenty of time, seeing as that I am somewhat directionally challenged. Not a fact I am proud of, but what can you do. GET A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GARMIN&lt;/span&gt; that's what. Me and Gertrude are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tiiiiight&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled into the parking lot and because I was a little early, I sat there for a few minutes fiddling w/my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. And that's when I started really thinking. &lt;em&gt;What if she doesn't like me? What if I don't like her? What if we have nothing to talk about? What if we are both sitting in there waiting on the other and don't recognize one another? Should I have told her what I would be wearing? What if she stares at my BIG OLE ZIT on my face the whole time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I let my mind get the best of me. But, I decided to go ahead and go in. I waited for just a very few minutes and I saw her come in. I knew she recognized me too and we gave each other a big hug (didn't know she wasn't a hugger. she did a good job :) And everything I had worried about was long gone. I mean, I still worried about the zit on my face so I made a joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked non stop. If I took a breath, she jumped in. When she took one, I did. I felt like I had been talking to someone I had known since high school. She is a really cool girl and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; glad we got to hang out. Next time, we will have to have a longer lunch. The time went by way to quickly. The picture that the little waiter guy took makes me look like I did nothing but drink the whole time. I promise I didn't. :) And you can't even see the zit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STi1xCkuc_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/r9crmdcB2lU/s1600-h/amyandashley"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276166817573663730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STi1xCkuc_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/r9crmdcB2lU/s400/amyandashley" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, Frank and I went to dinner at a place called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NAVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. If you ever come to the Atlanta area or live around here, you &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; try it. It was awesome. They serve southwestern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuisine&lt;/span&gt; (very upscale southwestern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuisine&lt;/span&gt;) which I love. You can not fix me food that is too spicy. I mean that. I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt; lime jumbo grilled shrimp w/black bean and goat cheese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enchiladas&lt;/span&gt;. O.M.G!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; good. Our waiter told me it was probably their spiciest dish, so I was very excited. Sadly, still not hot enough for me. I mean, it had GREAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;afterburn&lt;/span&gt;, but not enough initial heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I would highly recommend it. Then, we decided to go to the movies. We saw &lt;em&gt;FOUR CHRISTMASES&lt;/em&gt;. I love Reese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Witherspoon&lt;/span&gt;. However, the movie had some really funny parts, but overall wasn't really that funny. I still enjoyed the time spent w/my man though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I am going to bed now. It's late and I have to get on up in the morning to go see &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I hope that Gertrude gets plenty of rest too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and P.S, Amy,  THE DAWGS RULE!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2384312682607054152?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2384312682607054152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2384312682607054152' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2384312682607054152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2384312682607054152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-slept-until-830am.html' title='A New &quot;Chapter&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/STi1xCkuc_I/AAAAAAAAAZU/r9crmdcB2lU/s72-c/amyandashley' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1114125011615199827</id><published>2008-12-03T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:38:06.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today is wonderful on so many levels...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing is that today is not yesterday.  Yesterday was the party.  The party was great and I was very close on the number.  We had 28 ladies.  We had a pile of fun and ate lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt; stuff!  And the ornament exchange was a blast.  There are those that come that are nice and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;steal an ornament no matter how many times theirs gets taken.  They just always go to the pile and get a new one.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt; there are those that are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; the ones to steal.  In fact, they may steal just for the shear joy and pleasure of doing so.  Which group do you think I fall into??  Careful now... you are on my blog...  WRONG!!!!  I am in neither.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay sometimes I am in the thieving category)&lt;/span&gt;  Most of the time I pick my own ornament.  I know.  I know.  I just always pick one that would look great on my tree and then try to get it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;.... give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason this Wednesday is Wonderful is that I just got back from having lunch with my good friends &lt;a href="http://lifeoflaughter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt;!!  Aimee let me know yesterday that she was coming into town today for a little while and would I like to have lunch.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would I like to have lunch??!!  Are you kidding me?  YES!!  Hello!!!&lt;/span&gt;  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; good to get to see them again.  I haven't seen Aimee or Jen in several years.  Aimee and I used to live on the same street when we were both newlyweds and then had our first babies together.  Actually only a few months apart, I think it was.  We would go walking over to Jen's house, who lived only a few blocks away from both of us!  It was fun getting to visit with them and catch up.  I hope we can do this more often!! *hint hint*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last reason it's Wonderful Wednesday is that I am leaving in a couple of hours to go to Atlanta with my hubby... and NO KIDS!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;!!! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't hear me but I'm singing the hallelujah chorus right now!!)&lt;/span&gt;  This is one of our 2 annual trips we go on each year with just each other.  Frank is on our local school board so he has to go for training twice a year and I tag along.  The other place they send us is Savannah in the summer.  And that's fun too.  This trip will bring lots of exciting things.  First, I get to go have coffee with &lt;a href="http://amwalk21.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;!!  I can't wait to get to know her live and in person.  And the other thing is I get to go see &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!  I.AM.SOOOO.EXCITED!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  So, the rest of this week will be fun.  Don't worry.  I am bringing my computer AND my camera.  I am sure that there will be plenty for you to read about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, going to finish packing now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and thought you might be interested to know, Aimee, that Frank and I will be doing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plenty (I mean PLENTY)&lt;/span&gt; of ice skating :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1114125011615199827?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1114125011615199827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1114125011615199827' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1114125011615199827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1114125011615199827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-wednesday.html' title='Wonderful Wednesday'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8514938296037425960</id><published>2008-12-02T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:11:25.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays...</title><content type='html'>So, now that Thanksgiving is officially over as quickly as it began, we will start to hear the phrase that drives.me.crazy!!!!  "Happy Holidays".  I don't know why it bothers me so much.  Really, I don't.  Maybe it's because I feel like Jesus is already taken out of so much that I just want to leave His name in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, told me something that has eased the pain over that phrase a lot.  See, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knows a lot about a lot.  She does research for a living so I love to pick her brain about random subjects.  Even though the world tries to take Him out, they can't.  Did you know that the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOLIDAY &lt;/span&gt;actually means "Holy Day"?  How cool is that!!!  So, when all those peeps are trying to take him out, all they are actually wishing you is a Happy Holy Day.  Ha Ha.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that used to bother me was putting an "X" in the word Christmas. (Xmas)  Again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stephers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave me some more info on that subject.  The "X" is the Greek sign for Christ.  So, again, for those that try to X Him out, it just can't be done!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as a side note, I probably will not be posting the dare tonight.  I am having our ladies night ornament swap here at my house tonight.  Expecting around 30 ladies, so it will probably be a late night.  Catch up with you guys tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8514938296037425960?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8514938296037425960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8514938296037425960' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8514938296037425960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8514938296037425960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6411231524969802404</id><published>2008-12-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:47:56.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 38</title><content type='html'>I have 2 really big dreams.  One of them is to be foster parents.  God has placed this desire in my heart for a long time now.  I have just been praying for God to work on Frank's heart in the same way (&lt;em&gt;or take away that desire from me!)&lt;/em&gt; and for His timing to be revealed.  I never have been good at waiting.  So I can promise you it has not been easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thus far&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream of mine is to have my own horse barn.  Not a big elaborate barn, just nice, clean and spacious.  With something other than dirt for floors, if you know what I mean.  I would love to be able to somehow one day incorporate the two dreams into one.  Letting the kids, &lt;em&gt;all of the kids&lt;/em&gt;, help me out in the barn.  To teach them ALL how to ride and have them go with me on trail rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of us know what kind of dreams our spouses have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dare says &lt;em&gt;ASK YOURSELF WHAT YOUR MATE WOULD WANT IF IT WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OBTAINABLE&lt;/span&gt;.  COMMIT THIS TO PRAYER, AND START MAPPING OUT A PLAN FOR MEETING SOME (IF NOT ALL) OF THEIR DESIRES, TO WHATEVER LEVEL YOU POSSIBLY CAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I knew what Frank's dream was.  But over the last several days through some conversations we have had, I learned that his dream may have changed somewhat.  I thought that I was already helping him to take steps to obtain his dream.  And, I still may be, just not on the level that I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I need to take the time to find out what kind of dreams our spouse has.  It may not be anything that can be bought with money.  It may be your time and attention.  Or to go away with you, &lt;em&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/em&gt; the kids.  Love is careful to take notice of whatever those dreams may be.  We should think about &lt;em&gt;overwhelming&lt;/em&gt; our spouse with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6411231524969802404?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6411231524969802404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6411231524969802404' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6411231524969802404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6411231524969802404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-dare-day-38.html' title='Love Dare Day 38'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8454704443919279682</id><published>2008-12-01T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:02:51.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday Edition 11</title><content type='html'>It's that time again!  Time for our weekly confession.  If you haven't yet checked out &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and all her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MSC&lt;/span&gt;, head on over now!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not ask my husband to get out all the Christmas decorations 3 days BEFORE Thanksgiving.  I also didn't ask him to help me put up and decorate the tree the night before Thanksgiving either.  I always wait until after one holiday is over to start another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not send my wonderful husband out on black Friday at 4:45am to 3 different stores.  Hey, I gave him the option to stay home.  He chose to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not take a big whiff of my armpits several times in one day just because I like the way my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt; smells.  I know.  Wrong, just plain wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not wish that I was already in Atlanta on "vacation".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not have the best time ever at the GA game this weekend, even though I jinxed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dawgs&lt;/span&gt; and made them loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; to much caramel cake over Thanksgiving holiday.  In all honesty, I was just trying to be polite.  My aunt made it just for me and I felt it would have been just plain RUDE if I didn't eat it.  A lot.  Over several days.  Even though technically I am on a diet.  Yeah.  Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so if you want to play along, go &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;and check out the rules!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8454704443919279682?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8454704443919279682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8454704443919279682' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8454704443919279682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8454704443919279682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-me-monday-edition-11.html' title='Not Me! Monday Edition 11'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4670398264120448194</id><published>2008-11-29T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:48:06.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This morning, bright and early, Frank and I left to go to the GA-GT game with our friends, Patrick and Elizabeth.  6:30am early to be exact.  The day was dreary.  It rained on us just about the entire trip.  And the closer we got to Athens, the colder it got.  So, raining AND cold.  Fortunately, P &amp;amp; E had box seats (&lt;em&gt;I had never sat in box seats before!!  It was awesome!)&lt;/em&gt; so the weather was not a factor for us.  The game was TERRIBLE!!  Terrible in the fact that we just did everything we could to give that game away!  I really think the reason that Georgia lost was my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I jinxed the team.  See, we played an awesome first half.  And close the the end of the first half I mentioned that I have never been to a GA game where they lost.  I KNOW!!  I should have waited until the game was over to mention that piece of information!!  But, I didn't.  And the minute I said it I wished I could take it back.  The second half of the game was when we gave it away.  Several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even though it was a sad day for the Dawgs... we still had a blast anyway.  It was fun just hanging out with P &amp;amp; E.  They are a trip.  There were several times in the truck that I laughed until I cried.  I'm just glad I contained the kind of laugh where you snort.  Because a few times I could have.  I was laughing that hard.  It was a great day.  Frank and I are so lucky to have friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt;, things happend here at home while we were gone.  Aunt Jan kept the kids for most of the day and they took advantage of the situation.  They LOVE her to death.  But they like to use that time to do things that I wouldn't normally let them do.  Like Jackson and Wyatt both "took a nap" in my bed.  First of all,  Jackson doesn't take a nap anymore and Wyatt is not allowed to take a nap in my bed.  I just got new bedding for one thing and he won't sleep if he is downstairs either.  Mallory didn't wear a pullup for her nap, so she peed and pooped in her pants and bed and all over her &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; blanket.  They played in my jewlery (also not ever allowed), they took ornaments off my tree, and the best thing was that Wyatt flushed both of the socks he had on today down the commode.  Great.  I am sure I will be calling the plumber next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am off to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, don't forget your, um, kitty cat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4670398264120448194?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4670398264120448194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4670398264120448194' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4670398264120448194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4670398264120448194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/game-day.html' title='Game Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1068961300079618224</id><published>2008-11-27T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:08:11.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Thankfuls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!  I hope that everyone enjoys their day with family and friends and lots and lots of turkey!!!  Here are just a few things that I am thankful for in my life.  I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY HUSBAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY CHILDREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY SALVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;RYAN AND STEPHANIE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;SCOTT AND JULIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;PATRICK AND ELIZABETH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;THAT MY HUSBAND PINS HIS DRESS SOCKS TOGETHER BEFORE THEY GO IN THE WASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;LOOSING ALMOST 60LBS (NOT COUNTING TODAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;COOL WEATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY HORSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY HEALTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY FIREPLACE IN THE WINTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;A WARM COAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;CINNAMON BUN CREAMER FOR MY COFFEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;THAT HUSBAND PULLED OUT 10 BOXES FROM ATTIC FULL OF CHRISTMAS        &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DECORATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY CHRISTMAS TREE IS UP AND DECORATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;IN SPITE OF MY MANY FAILURES EVERYDAY, GOD NEVER GIVES UP ON ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;A PANTRY FULL OF GOOD FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;WE ALL HAVE CLOSETS FULL OF CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;MY CHURCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;THAT MY HUSBAND IS A FABULOUS SINGER AND PIANO PLAYER (MAKES ME SWOON :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;CARAMEL CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;HOT SOUP ON A COLD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;THAT MY HUSBAND IS THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IRONER&lt;/span&gt; IN THE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;AND FOR THE MANY FRIENDSHIPS THAT I HAVE IN ALL OF YOU.  I CAN NOT TELL YOU HOW IT BLESSES ME TO READ SOME OF THE THINGS THAT YOU POST.  I LAUGH, CRY, AND LEARN SO MUCH FROM YOU GUYS.  AND I LOVE HEARING FROM YOU TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;HAPPY TO KNOW WE ARE ALL IN THIS THING CALLED LIFE... TOGETHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;SIT DOWN AND TELL GOD WHAT YOU ARE THANKFUL HE HAS BLESSED YOU WITH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1068961300079618224?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1068961300079618224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1068961300079618224' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1068961300079618224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1068961300079618224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-thankfuls.html' title='Thanksgiving Thankfuls'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8017887011437121667</id><published>2008-11-26T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:09:50.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 37</title><content type='html'>Matthew 18:19 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If two of you agree on earth about anything that they may ask, it shall be done for them by My Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's dare: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ASK YOUR SPOUSE IF YOU CAN BEGIN PRAYING TOGETHER.  TALK ABOUT THE BEST TIME TO DO THIS.  USE THIS TIME TO COMMIT YOUR CONCERNS, DISAGREEMENTS, AND NEEDS BEFORE THE LORD.  DON'T FORGET TO THANK HIM FOR HIS PROVISION AND BLESSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, honestly, I think this is where Frank and I fail the most.  We do NOT pray together on a regular basis.  We each have our own &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt; prayer time, but not together.  Every so often, we will start to and we will do it for a little while.  But for some reason we stop.  The mornings are too crowded with kids and noise.  And at night, we are so tired, we forget.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pitiful, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within marriage, praying together can work wonders on every level of your relationship.  The unity that grows between husband and wife who regularly pray together forms a bond like no other.  It's hard to stay mad at the one you are praying with... and for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying FOR your spouse &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leads&lt;/span&gt; your heart to care on a deeper level for them.  And God is pleased when He sees us humbling ourselves before Him... together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure that you all have heard the phrase "agree to disagree"?  Well, that doesn't always work at my house (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually on my part.  Frank doesn't really have a problem with this)&lt;/span&gt;.  But when we agree together in prayer, even in the middle of a disagreement, it puts us back on common ground and helps us to remember what really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why we have such a hard time doing this.  Really I don't.  I DO feel that it is extremely important to pray as individuals AND as a couple.  I want God to bless every nook and cranny of my marriage.  No stone left unturned.  So, no more lame excuses... well, no more excuses period...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8017887011437121667?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8017887011437121667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8017887011437121667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8017887011437121667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8017887011437121667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-37.html' title='Love Dare Day 37'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4314836208108715240</id><published>2008-11-25T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:20:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today's dare is: &lt;em&gt;COMMIT TO READING THE BIBLE EVERYDAY.  FIND A DEVOTIONAL BOOK OR OTHER RESOURCE THAT WILL GIVE YOU SOME GUIDANCE.  IF YOUR SPOUSE IS OPEN TO IT, SEE IF THEY WILL COMMIT TO DAILY BIBLE READING WITH YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this dare was easy.  I already have a quiet time daily in which I read my Bible.  When I am not doing a Bible study at church, I do Bible studies by Max &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lucado&lt;/span&gt; on different books of the Bible.  Right now I am in the book of James.  But I will be starting the Esther study in January!!! (&lt;em&gt;I am SUPER excited about that!!!)&lt;/em&gt;  And I always have my handy dandy commentaries nearby.  Those have helped me tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a &lt;em&gt;regular&lt;/em&gt; quiet time, let me encourage you to do so.  I always thought that I didn't have time.  My kids are very early risers and once everyone is up it would be kinda hard to do it.  I always had an excuse during their nap times.  I mean, after all, that was the &lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt; real time I had to get any housework done.  So, I settled on bedtime, or after the kids went to bed.  But, after the kids went to bed, I still had things to do... kitchen to clean, lunches to make, bags to get ready for the morning...  And once I got into the bed... FORGET IT!!!  All I want to do is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;veg&lt;/span&gt; out when I get in the bed.  Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wasn't having a consistent time with the Lord.  And I wondered all the time why I constantly felt overwhelmed, tired, and out of control.  Pretty dumb, huh?  And then one day it just kinda hit me.  I always would say, and I hear many others say, "&lt;em&gt;I need to make my quiet time more of a priority".&lt;/em&gt;  But what we don't get is that He is not just "A" priority... He is THE priority!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make everything else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; important.  We put so many things above Him.  And He gives us all of those things that we make so important.  He can just as easily take them away to help us re-prioritize...  I don't want that to happen.  Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson has to be up at 6am to get ready for school.  The bus comes at 7:05...  So, I am up early (&lt;em&gt;okay, well, it's early to me!!)&lt;/em&gt;.  I am already struggling to get up that early, so trying to get up even earlier is an attempt at futility for me.  After I get the boys up and dressed and get them their breakfast, I sit down and begin my Bible study.  Then, usually, Frank takes both of the boys outside to wait for the bus about 10 minutes or so before the bus comes. (&lt;em&gt;remember that Wyatt likes to ride his bike in the mornings)&lt;/em&gt;  During that time I use the quiet to my advantage.  That is when I go over my prayer list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it doesn't &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; work out that way.  Sometimes, I don't get as long to do my Bible study for whatever the reason.  Sometimes (occasionally) I get longer.  The point is not to get so legalistic about what your quiet time/Bible study has to look like.  The point is to get started.  Today.  It will make a difference in your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4314836208108715240?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4314836208108715240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4314836208108715240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4314836208108715240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4314836208108715240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-36.html' title='Love Dare Day 36'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-9201484100959497852</id><published>2008-11-25T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:24:13.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>Kim just called me and told me that she has posted some of our pictures!!!! So go &lt;a href="http://kandrphoto.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-say-something.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and take a sneak peak!!!!  She did a fabulous job and she had some extreme conditions to work in!!!  She never complained!!  We love you Kim!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-9201484100959497852?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/9201484100959497852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=9201484100959497852' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/9201484100959497852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/9201484100959497852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/sneak-peek.html' title='A Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8325615400654940445</id><published>2008-11-24T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:37:47.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Frog</title><content type='html'>If you haven't noticed this cool little gadget over on my sidebar, go take a look.  I love it.  I can't always tell on my traffic feed WHO it is from a particular place that has stopped by.  But, I can look over at my cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogfrog&lt;/span&gt; and see all my peeps that stop by all the time.  I am not sure how to get everybody on there yet, but I love seeing all the faces on there when you come by.  Head on over &lt;a href="http://theblogfrog.com/"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;and check out all the cool things that the Frog offers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8325615400654940445?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8325615400654940445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8325615400654940445' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8325615400654940445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8325615400654940445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-frog.html' title='The Blog Frog'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4193494331505790993</id><published>2008-11-24T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:59:12.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dare for today says: &lt;em&gt;FIND A MARRIAGE MENTOR-SOMEONE WHO IS A STRONG CHRISTIAN AND WHO WILL BE HONEST AND LOVING WITH YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Frank and I came to our current church about 4 1/2 yrs ago, things on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home front&lt;/span&gt; were not great.  I'm not saying we were headed for divorce at that point, but if things had kept going much longer the way they were, it certainly could have ended up there.  The friends that I had surrounded myself with, although they were good and kind, did not give me the kind of advice that I really needed.  But I turned to them &lt;em&gt;often&lt;/em&gt; because they supported my poor way of thinking.  Everything was Frank's fault.  &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; was the one that needed to change, not me.  &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; was the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I prayed desperately about was for the Lord to send me some really good Christian friends.  Friends that desired to go deep with the Lord.  Not surface dwelling Christians like I had been.  But those that truly applied the Word to their life and would challenge me to do the same.  When Frank and I started attending our church that we are part of now, the Lord more than answered that prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surrounded me with the dearest friends that I have ever had.  And I mean that.  These friends will not hold back on the truth.  They don't just tell me what I want to hear very often.  They will not allow me to continue in wrong ways of thought.  They call me on the carpet when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to surround ourselves with these kinds of friendships.  Although I have a handful of people that I consider to be my nearest and dearest, I have one in particular that I go directly to whenever I am having issues in my marriage.  Because I know that she will point me to what the Word says is my responsibility in the situation.  Even when I don't like what she has to say.  And that has been often.  Don't we oftentimes just want someone to support our bad way of thinking.  We will just keep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;singling&lt;/span&gt; people out, bending their ears UNTIL we find the one that agrees with us?  THEN that is the person whose counsel that we choose to seek out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what the Word tells us is right.  Proverbs 12:15 says &lt;em&gt;The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man is he who listens to counsel.&lt;/em&gt;  Wise people are those that seek counsel AND receive it.  Foolish people never seek it and then ignore it when it's given.  So what do we need to look for in someone to take marital advice from?  Well, first of all you look for someone who has the kind of marriage that you want to have.  Someone who has a heart for the Lord and always puts him first.  You seek out someone who doesn't live by the way they "feel", but by the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have someone like this in your life, start praying NOW for God to send you the person you need.  I can honestly say that these friendships that I have made a world of difference to my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 3:13 &lt;em&gt;Encourage one another day after day... so that none of you will be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4193494331505790993?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4193494331505790993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4193494331505790993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4193494331505790993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4193494331505790993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-35.html' title='Love Dare Day 35'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5664299091134171987</id><published>2008-11-24T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:26:29.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday Edition 10</title><content type='html'>It's time for our weekly therapy session!!!  Head on over to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MCK &lt;/a&gt;and check out the head therapist!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I did NOT go to town in the same shirt I had slept in the night before (and the night before that!)  Not Me!!!  I also did not smell said shirt to make sure it was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I did NOT allow my oldest to wear mismatched socks to school.  But, if I had, they would have been the same color, just not the same style.  All of our socks are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/span&gt;clean, matched and in the drawers where they belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I did NOT have a moment of sadness when I realized one of my followers had dropped off and I couldn't figure out who it was!  Not Me!  I have too much to do to care about stuff like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I did NOT in any way wear the same sports bra to the gym twice this week... without washing it.  If I had, my reasoning would have been that it was only gonna get sweaty AGAIN anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I did NOT want to hide when I saw my 4 yr old pee on the playground during our Sunday school picnic!!!  I have raised my children better than that.  They ALL have perfect manners!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to head on over to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;My Charming Kids&lt;/a&gt; for some more fun and laughs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5664299091134171987?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5664299091134171987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5664299091134171987' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5664299091134171987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5664299091134171987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday-edition-10.html' title='Not Me! 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I was afraid after this weekend that it would be too cold to have anything outside, but the weather couldn't have been any better.  It was about 63 degrees outside and we had a great time.  After the kids had finished eating, my beloved Wyatt asked if he could go play.  I told him sure and wiped his face and his hands (&lt;em&gt;not really sure why I did that seeing as how I didn't bother to wipe them BEFORE he ate!!!  Oh well!)&lt;/em&gt;  A very few minutes later, Stephanie told me and Frank to look.  Never a good sign by the way.  Wyatt had gone into the little playhouse (which is open on 2 sides so you have a really clear view) and decided that was as good a place as any to pee.  Yes, my son.  Makes a mother proud. (&lt;em&gt;see, this is what happens when you let little boys pee outside)&lt;/em&gt;  I will confess that this is NOT the first time that one of my boys has peed at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school function...  Gotta love Wyatt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is of course I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;-d &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; tonight!!!!  That way I can just fast forward through the commercials!!  &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS AWESOME!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  The only thing that makes me sad is that I have to wait until January 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for it to come back on again.  And that Tony is playing a bad guy this time!  Can I just say that Jack rocked the house tonight??!  He is the man!!  Anyway, I can't wait for the regular season to start.  If you aren't a &lt;strong&gt;24&lt;/strong&gt; fan, it isn't too late for you.  Go rent the seasons that are out on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt;.  Or better yet, buy them!!!!  It is definitely a worth while investment.  And the best part about that is NO COMMERCIALS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;... Jack's back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3256817692952453690?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3256817692952453690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3256817692952453690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3256817692952453690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3256817692952453690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-8420763718255857473</id><published>2008-11-22T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:41:24.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 34</title><content type='html'>The world is all around us. In everything that we see and everyplace we go. And it does it's very best to influence our decisions and our thoughts. Television, radio, newspapers... they all try to tell us to have it our own way (&lt;em&gt;wait... I think that's Burger King...)&lt;/em&gt;, that whatever we feel is okay, look out for yourself first. All of these statements are contrary to the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do to influence our world, our communities for the Truth? How about our marriages? What makes you the proudest of your spouse? Is it when they get that promotion at work? Maybe when they win that trophy. Or is it when they lead that family devotion? You and I are the most influential people in the life of our spouse. How do we use that influence? Do we use it to influence them to honor God or themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't really ever thought about that very much. I mean, after all, I know that Frank is a Christian and we go to church just about every time the doors are open. We are active in many areas of our church and openly talk about our love of Jesus to anyone that will listen. So I never really considered my influence over my husband. &lt;em&gt;Unless you're talking about how to get some new clothes or shoes. And then I can NOT reveal my methods of influence! *wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that my influence could cause my husband to sin. What do I mean by that? When Frank sings a solo in church, does my praise of &lt;em&gt;his abilities&lt;/em&gt; cause him to think too highly of himself or cause him to be prideful? Or when he really succeeds at work, does my praise feed his vanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love rejoices MOST in the things that please the Lord. Growing in Christian character, being the spiritual leader in the home, standing firm in our faith, staying pure before the Lord... those are the things that should be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dare says &lt;em&gt;FIND A SPECIFIC RECENT EXAMPLE WHEN YOUR SPOUSE DEMONSTRATED CHRISTIAN CHARACTER IN A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOTICEABLE&lt;/span&gt; WAY. VERBALLY COMMEND THEM AT SOME POINT TODAY FOR THIS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that this was hard for me. Not to think of anything. But because there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many things. I am truly so blessed. I can really see that Frank is making a very big effort to make some changes in our marriage. Not to change me, but to himself. But, I thought that I would share something else with you that might give you a better picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember way back at the &lt;a href="http://http//thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-dare-day-7.html"&gt;beginning of the dare on day 7&lt;/a&gt; when we were asked to make a list of all the positive things we love about our spouse? Well, many of the things I wrote down demonstrate Christian character and the love of Christ. So, I thought I would share my list with you. (&lt;em&gt;and give Frank a chance to see it too!)&lt;/em&gt; Not everything on the list is "spiritual" or falls into this category specifically. But I thought it would give you a better picture of what a wonderful man God gave me. I am thankful for him everyday (even when he does leave his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; or socks on the floor!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love the way Frank loves his children&lt;br /&gt;*Godly man&lt;br /&gt;*hard worker&lt;br /&gt;*good provider&lt;br /&gt;*honest&lt;br /&gt;*HOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*well respected and gives respect&lt;br /&gt;*loves his family&lt;br /&gt;*loves MY family&lt;br /&gt;*quick to forgive&lt;br /&gt;*not easily angered&lt;br /&gt;*not afraid to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;*great singer&lt;br /&gt;*great piano player&lt;br /&gt;*loyal friend&lt;br /&gt;*super smart&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excels&lt;/span&gt; at EVERYTHING he does&lt;br /&gt;*contagious laughter&lt;br /&gt;*always trying to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;*lets me have horses even though they aren't his thing&lt;br /&gt;*good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snuggler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*always helps me w/the kids (he is the bath giver, remember)&lt;br /&gt;*great dresser&lt;br /&gt;*helps without always having to be asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things... I love you, Frank!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-8420763718255857473?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/8420763718255857473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=8420763718255857473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8420763718255857473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/8420763718255857473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-34.html' title='Love Dare Day 34'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4119013393503101749</id><published>2008-11-22T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:02:58.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Fryday Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MckMama&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Small&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fry&lt;/span&gt;!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;enter&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;contest&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;prizes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;including&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;limited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;newly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;blogheader&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;took&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4119013393503101749?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4119013393503101749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4119013393503101749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4119013393503101749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4119013393503101749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-fryday-contest.html' title='Small Fryday Contest'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1621849415703644733</id><published>2008-11-22T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:40:46.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the day.  Family pictures.  I have been half dreading it and half longing for it.  I love getting updated pictures once a year of ALL of us.  It is so rare that we all are in a picture together.  Most of the time either Frank or I are &lt;em&gt;taking&lt;/em&gt; the picture.  Well, I'm sure you all understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, my boys got up about 5:40am.  They had quit doing this for a while.  Sadly, they have been doing this for the past week all over again.  We promptly sent them back upstairs to watch TV in the playroom (see, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good for something!!) and went back to sleep.  Until the dogs started whining to go out.  Which was only about 10 minutes later...  Thank goodness Frank got up and let them out.  I don't know how much longer I got to sleep, but someone came downstairs saying they were hungry.  For a brief moment, I thought about telling them to take the candy bowl upstairs and help themselves... it was only a fleeting thought I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they wanted something that I was gonna have to cook.  Pancakes.  Their fave.  So I poured the biggest bowl of mix you have ever seen and got to work.  I like to make a whooooole bunch of them and freeze what they don't eat so if they want some for breakfast during the week, I already have them.  Just take them out and pop them into the microwave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank decided that he wanted some too.  I think he ate 5, Jackson ate &lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt;, Wyatt ate 3 and Mallory ate 2.  I had none... and I still had about 30 left over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the showers the boys went... all of them.  It's always interesting to hear the conversations that happen from inside the shower!!  Mallory played in the tub while I got dressed.  Okay.  Everyone is dressed now.  Frank thinks Mallory is overdressed.  The rest of us don't.  I mean, she is a girl afterall.  It is okay for her to be in a dress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that last night was one of the coldest we have had here??  I think it was about 25 degrees last night.  Brrrrr!!!! *shiver*  So, by the time &lt;a href="http://kandrphotography.net/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; got there to take the picture I think it was a warm... 35 degrees!!  Very cold.  We were all freeeeezing!!  So, needless to say, we did not even try to get the dogs and the horses into the picture.  It was too cold.  We just wanted to get the best pictures we could as FAST as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did good considering how cold it was.  And as a result of their good behavior, they got to pick where they wanted to go for lunch.  Guess where it was?  Ugh.  &lt;strong&gt;Chuck E. Cheese&lt;/strong&gt;.  AGAIN.  Not only was I there on Thursday for playgroup, we were at the mall last night to see Santa's grand entrance into the mall and to see him light the center court Christmas tree.  So, I have gone out to the mall 3 days in a row... yay...  I at least was thoughtfull enough to call my friend &lt;a href="http://threegirlmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; and make her bring the girls and suffer with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kim showed me the pictures that she took on her camera and they are soooo good!  I can't wait to get them back.  As soon as I do I will post some and she will probably put some on her website.  I will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1621849415703644733?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1621849415703644733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1621849415703644733' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1621849415703644733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1621849415703644733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-picture-day.html' title='Family Picture Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3251820830664712189</id><published>2008-11-21T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:03:14.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Eights Tag!</title><content type='html'>My bloggy buddy, &lt;a href="http://dreamimaginelive.blogspot.com"&gt;Keli,&lt;/a&gt; tagged me and because I do wuv her I will play along!!!  Here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 TV shows I like to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Greys Anatomy (I know it's trash... don't scorn me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Smallville  (love me some Tom Welling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Criminal Minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Jon and Kate plus 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.House Hunters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters (comes on Sunday nights)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  24!!!!! (can't wait for Jack to be back!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 places I like to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Olive Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Mikata's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Prime (in Atlanta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. El Vaquero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. House of China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Elizabeth's (in Savannah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. my parents (for a great steak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. my in-laws (everything MIL cooks is goooood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things that happened yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. did mass quantities of laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. had to suffer through Chuck E Cheese for playgroup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. delivered 2 chocolate chip pecan (thats PEE CAN) pies to the bank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. blogged waaay to long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. walked the pond with Kim to find good spot for pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. broke up 1,384 fights between the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. cleaned up an entire container of dog food that the dogs turned over (Grrrrr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. enjoyed some quiet conversation with the hubby (while he ironed hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things I look forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. NO MORE PULLUPS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. getting to see &lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ang&lt;/a&gt; in a couple of weeks (I know.  Be jealous.  Be verrrry jealous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. family coming for Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. seeing &lt;a href="http://threegirlmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jay and Emily's&lt;/a&gt; little girl Ashley in a few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. going to Maine in January for 10 yr anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. becoming a caring home (for babies waiting to be placed in adopted homes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. decorating my house for Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. mailing out Christmas cards and GETTING cards from others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things I love about Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. crisp, cool mornings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. horseback rides through the changing leaves... and cooler weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. hot apple cider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. sweaters and jackets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. skull caps on my boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. having big bon fires outside and making smores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. wearing tights with hot boots (yes, Frank's personal favorite too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. did I mention horseback rides...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. to be foster parents one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. to have a new laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. to build a barn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. to have more time to ride (horses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. to see ALL of my kids come to know Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. to still feel like Frank and I are "dating" in 20 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. to have a blog party and see all of you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. to have a diamond/sapphire wrap for my ring (it's nice to have a dream :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 people to tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://dingdingdorn.blogspot.com"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://elainecarter24.blogspot.com"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://ourfamilyblog2.blogspot.com"&gt;Mistee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://gacarters.blogspot.com"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://eastcoastevansfamily.blogspot.com"&gt;Rae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://ourdailyblessinglife-amyb.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://aimee-justme.blogspot.com"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://threegirlmama.blogspot.com"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3251820830664712189?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3251820830664712189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3251820830664712189' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3251820830664712189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3251820830664712189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-eights-tag.html' title='Crazy Eights Tag!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1756613541399457893</id><published>2008-11-20T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:22:16.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 33</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't post last night because my hubby asked me for a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afterthekidsgotobed&lt;/span&gt;" date.  Which meant I had to get a shower AND shave &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; legs in the same day!  Whew!!!  Dinner and a movie in front of the fire.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You remember that I said before that Frank and I are very different?  And I talked about the water issues?  Well, there's more.  He likes golf.  I don't.  I love all things horsey.  He does not!  He doesn't see the point in riding a horse when he has a perfectly good vehicle.  I would prefer that to be my primary source of transportation... if I just didn't have those kids!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love concerts, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; concerts.  And I love being right smack dab in the middle of ALL the people.  Frank loathes being in big crowds like that.  I also love  going to football games.  And I don't want box seats either.  I want to be in with the crowd where I don't have to be civilized!  Frank would prefer the box seats.  There are many things that we differ on.  But there are also a lot of things that we have in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both like to shop.  Although Frank usually likes to shop with a purpose, but we both enjoy it.  We both like the theater.  Both being in it and just watching.  We both like to sing.  Frank does it MUCH better though.  Music is a big deal to both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that line in Jerry McGuire where Tom Cruise said "You complete me!"  Well, while there is so much wrong with that line, there is also some truth to it.  We were meant as husband and wife to complete each other in a way.  Consider this verse from Ecclesiastes 4:9,10  "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor.  For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion.  But woe to the one who falls when there is not another to lift him up"&lt;/span&gt;.  We are supposed to HELP one another.  Not to just co-exist, but to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multiply the effectiveness &lt;/span&gt;of one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... I am supposed to help Frank to be a more effective person.  Do I do that?  I would have to say a lot of times I don't.  My complaining or nagging or just bad attitude in general probably does not help him be very effective in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we learn to accept the differences in one another, we can scoot right on by criticism  and go directly to helping and appreciating each other.  But some of us can't get past the differences.  We loose a lot of opportunities this way.  How effective our marriages are is based largely on how we work together.  How we complete each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we include each other in big decisions or do we make them on our own and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inform&lt;/span&gt; our spouse?  Do we ask for their opinion and give it full weight?  Even if we disagree, we should respect each other enough to ask for their perspective and point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dare: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RECOGNIZE THAT YOUR SPOUSE IS INTEGRAL TO YOUR FUTURE SUCCESS.  LET THEM KNOW TODAY THAT YOU DESIRE TO INCLUDE THEM IN YOUR UPCOMING DECISIONS, AND THAT YOU NEED THEIR PERSPECTIVE AND COUNSEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that Frank is vital to my future success.  I can't do it without him.  I must include him in all decisions because I want him to be a part of what I am involved in.  I want him to care enough about me and what I feel led to be a part of to be a helper and an encourager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I'm saying, Frank, is "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You complete me..."&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1756613541399457893?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1756613541399457893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1756613541399457893' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1756613541399457893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1756613541399457893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-33.html' title='Love Dare Day 33'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2600707078162338998</id><published>2008-11-19T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:17:58.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Is Just Around The Corner</title><content type='html'>Everyday, I have that Christmas countdown staring at me.  It makes me think of all the things I have to do and what little time I have to do it in.  A lot of my gifts are monogrammed.  And seeing as how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monogrammer&lt;/span&gt;... Lots to do!!!  Why I do this to myself every year, I don't know.  And every year I tell myself that I am going to start earlier.  Yeah... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another big "to-do" is the Christmas cards.  For some reason they are very important to me to do.  I don't know why.  I guess I just need to add one more big thing on my list.  Big thing?  you shyly ask...  Yes, because first you have to take the pictures.  You ever try to get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; good shot with 3 kids, 2 adults and 2 dogs??  And this year we are gonna try to get the horses in the background/foreground somehow!  Good luck, &lt;a href="http://kandrphotography.net"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;!!!  And then there is the list itself!!!  Good Grief!!!  There are friends, family, business associates and contacts, people that send you a card and now you have to send them one...  Every year the list grows.  And every year Frank and I argue about who stays on the list and who goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the gift list...  trying to think of something for everyone on there.  Sometimes I think I would just like to skip it!!  Alas, I can not.  Because it is my favorite time of year.  Seeing family and friends, having a chance to spend some time together and be mindful of what the season is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week, I am getting our picture clothes all put together (nothing fancy, don't get too excited) and working on the card list!  What are you doing to get ready for the holidays??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2600707078162338998?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2600707078162338998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2600707078162338998' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2600707078162338998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2600707078162338998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-just-around-corner.html' title='Christmas Is Just Around The Corner'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5196127686012005648</id><published>2008-11-18T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:57:08.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 32</title><content type='html'>Okay, I am just going to go ahead and let you know that this post will get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waaay&lt;/span&gt; personal.  Sorry, it is just the nature of the topic at hand.  And Frank, it would do you well just NOT to read this one.  I know you will die a thousand deaths by the end.  Know that I love you :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know many women that don't like a little romance.  In fact, one of my favorite things to do before Frank and I got married was watch romantic movies.  Or read romantic books (not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trashy&lt;/span&gt;, I said romantic).  Or get totally wrapped up in some characters relationship on TV.  So I had all of these "visions" in my head of what it was going to be like once we got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then reality hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the kids came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see where I am going?  Romance is important in our marriages.  And sex (yes, I said it) is one part of it.  God talks about it extensively in Song of Solomon.  Over time, usually it will become more important to one than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we had Jackson, things started changing.  Well, specifically, my focus (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and lack of sleep)&lt;/span&gt; started changing.  And just like many of you, when the "girls" would get together we would all laugh and joke about our lack of sex and our "poor" husbands.  Sex was a tool we could use to get things that we wanted and we could withhold it when we were upset or hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex is NOT designed to be used as a bargaining tool.  God does not allow us to withhold it without consequences.  I Corinthians 7:5 says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stop depriving one another except by agreement for a time, so that you may devote yourselves to prayer, and come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control.&lt;/span&gt;  If we withhold sex from one another, over time it can cause a lack of self-control or may cause us to stray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, that is not what God intends for any of us.  In fact, what is intended is that we meet our spouses sexual needs. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come on, quit snickering)&lt;/span&gt;  I Corinthians 7:4 tells us that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does; and likewise also the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does.&lt;/span&gt;  Frank loves this verse, by the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can remember not long after we had changed churches, I was having a conversation on the phone with one of my new friends.  We were talking about our men and laughing at their quirks.  I made some comment about "withholding", and K just let me have it.  I was holding the phone out looking at it, thinking "Who are you? And why am I talking to you again??"  But, she just spoke the Word to me.  And I needed to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things really changed after that.  The biggest change was that I stopped rejecting his advances.  The "window of opportunity" that we had all joked about never closed.  It went a long way in making a difference in our marriage.  There was no more "headache" or being too tired-even if I was. Because I realized that it wasn't about ME.  It was about him.  And my giving to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dare for today says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF AT ALL POSSIBLE, TRY TO INITIATE SEX WITH YOUR SPOUSE TODAY.  DO THIS IN A WAY THAT HONORS WHAT YOUR SPOUSE HAS TOLD YOU (OR IMPLIED) ABOUT WHAT THEY NEED FROM YOU SEXUALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, truthfully, I have been snickering through most of this... Sorry.  I am really a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader sitting in class...   I think I have given you enough information on my part of this and I am certainly NOT going to share details of this.  All I will say is, we don't have this problem *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5196127686012005648?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5196127686012005648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5196127686012005648' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5196127686012005648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5196127686012005648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-32.html' title='Love Dare Day 32'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5507799859056882645</id><published>2008-11-17T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:42:17.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday Edition 9</title><content type='html'>Here it is already time for our Not Me! Monday post.  So much cheaper than therapy!  Here is what I did not do this week!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not get totally busted on my Love Dare's!  I am a super sleuth and am always great at covering my tracks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not secretly snicker to myself when the husband had to go clean up "his" dog's poop.  And it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doozy&lt;/span&gt;!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not jump for joy learning that I was going to go get to meet one of my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friends in a couple of weeks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not scream until I was hoarse at the GA-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AUB&lt;/span&gt; game this weekend!  I have more self-control than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not ignored the laundry at my house.  I am always on top of it.  I never have piles of clothes to catch up on.  I am the ultimate domestic diva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not pick up my sons jeans and give them a big sniff to see if they were too stinky for him to wear.  His other jeans were also not in the non-existent pile of unclean laundry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope there wasn't anything you didn't do this week!  To find out what others have not been up to, head on over to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MckMama's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and check it out.  Make sure you read her story if you haven't.  Get comfy and grab the tissue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5507799859056882645?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5507799859056882645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5507799859056882645' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5507799859056882645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5507799859056882645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday-edition-9.html' title='Not Me! Monday Edition 9'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5714563520193001493</id><published>2008-11-15T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:49:24.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Game Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, Frank and I went to Auburn to watch the GA-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AUB&lt;/span&gt; game with our good friends Ryan and Stephanie and Scott and Julie.  We loaded up this morning and set out.  Once we got there we had been invited to go "tailgating" with the guy that gave us these lovely tickets.  Well, lets just say that it was not like any tailgate that I had been to before.  It was a huge tent (more like the ones you would see at a wedding-completely enclosed) with heaters going and a nice food spread.  We hung out there for a while and then headed into the stadium.  Can I tell you  that it. was.so.cooooold!!!  The wind was terrible!  So, we all had on sweaters and jackets and wished we had hats and gloves.  Anyway, we had fabulous seats on about the 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yrd&lt;/span&gt; line 21 rows up from the field!!  The game was close, just in case you weren't watching, and we stood just about the whole time cheering our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DAWGS&lt;/span&gt; on!!  It came down to the very last seconds and I was literally biting my nails.  VICTORY!!!!  Georgia pulled it off with a score of 17-13!!  We all went to dinner after that and then played a game on the way home of "How many big hair rock bands can you name from the 80's and early 90's?"  We laughed thinking about all of those bands we listened too! (for example, Poison, Great White, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Whitesnake&lt;/span&gt;, Winger-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is Frank's personal favorite :)&lt;/span&gt; Cinderella just to name a few!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**On a side note, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://getyourdavisixfix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won my little contest with guessing that Mallory was in the purple tutu and laying down in the white dress!  I think there were about 4 pics to choose from!!  She will be receiving a special Christmas present very soon!  I will let her give you the details once she gets it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the love dare posts will be back on Monday!  Enjoy the game pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cucucachoo&lt;/span&gt; everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-D1N-JKPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IGiEvC8wGAA/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-D1N-JKPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IGiEvC8wGAA/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269075039353383154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-D055btWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/WPGF1YCvniQ/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-D055btWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/WPGF1YCvniQ/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269075033964918114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-DzyBRh-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/JdrKRlnyPZk/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-DzyBRh-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/JdrKRlnyPZk/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269075014670452706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Dzt6PA4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/hWbfVy-j5Bk/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Dzt6PA4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/hWbfVy-j5Bk/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269075013567185794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-DzdxATJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0xmjPWSPfak/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-DzdxATJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0xmjPWSPfak/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269075009233505426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5714563520193001493?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5714563520193001493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5714563520193001493' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5714563520193001493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5714563520193001493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-game-day.html' title='It&apos;s Game Day!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-D1N-JKPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IGiEvC8wGAA/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5643899295534151776</id><published>2008-11-15T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:48:49.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Game Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Jz2o5AhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3bPeneKhRLk/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Jz2o5AhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3bPeneKhRLk/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081612980126226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-JzRY_tXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QzX0AzXicuY/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-JzRY_tXI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QzX0AzXicuY/s400/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081602981344626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Jy8ip4AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1Fq8y01FeoQ/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Jy8ip4AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/1Fq8y01FeoQ/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081597384712194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-JyapACvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Y6o1SrLQMEM/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-JyapACvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Y6o1SrLQMEM/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081588284525298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-JxzpwFTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zjpeX8iEYpI/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-JxzpwFTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zjpeX8iEYpI/s400/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081577818690866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5643899295534151776?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5643899295534151776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5643899295534151776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5643899295534151776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5643899295534151776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-game-pictures.html' title='More Game Pictures'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR-Jz2o5AhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3bPeneKhRLk/s72-c/IMG_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-428406307060702072</id><published>2008-11-14T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:44:43.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Be My Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR5SQL6ufnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1DFIoi3YrA0/s1600-h/I_LOVE_YOUR_BLOGaward%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR5SQL6ufnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1DFIoi3YrA0/s400/I_LOVE_YOUR_BLOGaward%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268739052100550258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just received this award from bloggy friend &lt;a href="http://ourfamilyblog2.blogspot.com"&gt;Mistee&lt;/a&gt;!!!  (Hey, I heart your blog too :)  If you're not a reader, you should be.  So go check her out!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, just so you know, my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://kandrphotography.net/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt; has her blog on her photography website now.  I have added it to my sidebar. GO.CHECK.IT.OUT!!!  Seriously.  I really think she is one of the very best photographers I have ever seen.  And if you log into the "site" side, you can find some pictures of my little girl in there.  If you go over and look, let me know which one you think is her... there could be a prize involved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-428406307060702072?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/428406307060702072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=428406307060702072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/428406307060702072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/428406307060702072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/must-be-my-lucky-day.html' title='Must Be My Lucky Day'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR5SQL6ufnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1DFIoi3YrA0/s72-c/I_LOVE_YOUR_BLOGaward%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2012175659005049343</id><published>2008-11-14T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:41:21.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 31</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna be honest with you here.  I am going to reveal something to you about my husband.  He already knows it, has admitted to it, and is perfectly fine with it.  He... is a mama's boy.  Yes, that's right.  A mama's boy.  And quite frankly, it used to bother me a lot.  There have been many times that I felt like he was choosing her over me or something that she wanted him to do over something I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; didn't&lt;/span&gt; want him to do.  Fortunately, neither of our parents are meddlers.  They will often offer advice or give their opinions, but they are not pushy or all up in our business, unless we want them to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over time, I have grown to see that being a mama's boy isn't really as bad as I thought it would be.  There are some real benefits.  Like... she will fix him his favorite dinner instead of me having to do it.  She will offer to help with the kids.  She will hem his pants or basically lovingly do most anything he asks.  And, now that I have boys of my own, I hope that they will see the way that Frank loves his mom... and show me the same kind of love and respect that he gives her.  I won't mind a bit if they are mama's boys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Word does give us some very clear direction on this though.  Most of us heard it in our own weddings or at the very least in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;.  Genesis 2:24 says&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  A man shall leave his father and his mother, and be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.&lt;/span&gt;  Some of us don't take this to heart and it can cause a real problem in many marriages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Leaving" just simply indicates breaking a natural tie.  It's not talking about walking away from your parents.  Just they their roles change.  Now they are there to give advice, but they can not tell you what to do anymore.  This can be hard for some on both sides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cleaving" has the notion of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;catching someone by pursuit&lt;/span&gt; and holding on tight for safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't know more than God.  Really.  I'm not just saying that.  This was His design for our marriages.  And even though it may be difficult, we have to put this verse into practice.  If we keep oneness on the forefront of our minds over time our marriages will begin to reflect it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dare: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF THERE IS A "LEAVING" ISSUE CONFESS IT TO YOUR SPOUSE TODAY AND RESOLVE TO MAKE IT RIGHT.  MAKE YOUR MARRIAGE A PRIORITY OVER EVERY OTHER HUMAN RELATIONSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said earlier, this is not something we struggle with concerning our parents.  We are so fortunate in this area.  But we are still supposed to put our marriage relationship over "every other human relationship".  Ladies, this includes our kids.  *ouch*  As moms I know this can be very hard.  I promise you that I live it too.  However, your marriage depends on it.  I did not practice this when I had my first.  But over time, I came to see how damaging this was to my marriage.  And, when I got surrounded by some good, Bible-believing friends, they were quick to point that out.  If your marriage is not strong, your family won't be either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2012175659005049343?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2012175659005049343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2012175659005049343' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2012175659005049343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2012175659005049343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-31.html' title='Love Dare Day 31'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1349408282249358596</id><published>2008-11-14T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:07:01.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Blog Award!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR3WvrSkBEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8-VXG5vCEmQ/s1600-h/hot+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR3WvrSkBEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8-VXG5vCEmQ/s400/hot+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268603253656126530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow!!!! Thanks so much!!   I have never gotten this before and I must say that anyone giving me anything with the word HOT in it makes me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gooooood&lt;/span&gt;!!!  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; buddy over at &lt;a href="http://razorbacksintexas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tollesons&lt;/span&gt;4him&lt;/a&gt; gave this to me and it is very much appreciated! If you haven't checked her blog out head on over!!  The only rule is that I must pass it on.  So... here are the recipients (even though I really would like to just choose you all! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy over at &lt;a href="http://amwalk.21.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chapters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rae at My&lt;a href="http://eastcoastevansfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt; Life on the East Coast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer at &lt;a href="http://hopeandafuture.blogspot.com"&gt;Everyday Blessings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggy&lt;/span&gt; friends of mine so head on over and check them out.  You won't be disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1349408282249358596?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1349408282249358596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1349408282249358596' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1349408282249358596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1349408282249358596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-blog-award.html' title='Hot Blog Award!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SR3WvrSkBEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8-VXG5vCEmQ/s72-c/hot+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-330933525997324897</id><published>2008-11-13T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:21:43.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 30</title><content type='html'>Well, first of all let me say that I have been busted!  Frank knows about the dare.  In fact, he has been on to me for a while.  Apparently, since about day 3.  He didn't say anything because he was just "enjoying the ride".  So, at least I don't have to hide it anymore when I am trying to post these and Frank can read my blog again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to day 30!  Only 10 days left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frank and I are pretty different.  In fact, looking back, I'm not sure how we ever got together in the first place.  When we met, we were about as opposite as night and day.  I was the bad one, Frank was the good one.  I like water skiing, knee boarding, fishing, horseback riding, football games and generally just being outside.  Frank does not like to get in any body of water that he can't see the bottom of!  So, that knocked out a lot of my outdoor activities.  And, even though he grew up on this farm with horses, sadly, he does not share my passion for them.  But, he does let me have them and he pays for my "hobby".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even though there are many things that make us different, there are many things we share in common.  And those are the things that keep us together.  Keep us united and make us one.  Even though we have different interests and responsibilities, we are still a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reminded of the Trinity.  Now, I am not going to even begin to pretend like I know all there is to know about the Trinity.  But, what I do understand is this.  That even though it has 3 parts that function in different ways and have different responsibilities, they are still united.  They are still one!  Each part is different, distinctive.  Yet, they are one!  Each one loving the other.  Each one being an encouragement to the other.  Wow!  What a great example of what our marriages should look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should view our spouse as just an extension of ourselves.  Truly, a part of who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are.  We did become one, after all, on our wedding day.  We should rush to meet their needs.  Because when we do that we are meeting our own needs.  Their needs can't be separated from ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dare for today says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ISOLATE ONE AREA OF DIVISION IN YOUR MARRIAGE, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; LOOK ON TODAY AS AS FRESH OPPORTUNITY TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt; ABOUT IT.  ASK THE LORD TO REVEAL ANYTHING IN YOUR OWN HEART THAT IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;THREATENING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ONENESS&lt;/span&gt; WITH YOUR SPOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't think of anything that was divisive to or in our marriage.  So, since Frank was obviously aware of what I was doing, I asked him.  Although he did say that he didn't know of anything that was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;divisive&lt;/span&gt;, he did mention something that is a point of disagreement.  And even though I want him to be the one to see it my way, it's not worth it.  I don't want it to become divisive.  I don't want there to be any division between us.  Nothing, NOTHING is worth that.  So, I will do what &lt;a href="http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-dare-day-12.html"&gt;Day 12 &lt;/a&gt;said and give in to this area of disagreement.  Bring on the duct tape! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-330933525997324897?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/330933525997324897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=330933525997324897' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/330933525997324897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/330933525997324897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-30.html' title='Love Dare Day 30'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7438413115439888701</id><published>2008-11-13T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:34:59.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashley's On The Way!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to share with you all that Jay and Emily got the long awaited phone call today that said they have been approved to adopt Ashley!!!  It has been a very long time coming and they are thrilled beyond words!  Please be in prayer for them as they prepare themselves and their 3 girls for this momentous day!  You can check out their journey &lt;a href="http://journeytoashleimei.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold on Ashley Mei... not much longer now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7438413115439888701?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7438413115439888701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7438413115439888701' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7438413115439888701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7438413115439888701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/ashleys-on-way.html' title='Ashley&apos;s On The Way!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4681500595627079778</id><published>2008-11-12T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:48:41.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 29</title><content type='html'>There are days... days when Frank says or does something that just rubs me wrong.  Or makes me angry.  There are days when, even though I love him, I don't like him very much.  And I know that there are many days when I am not so lovable either.  Probably several times in one day.  Some days, it can even be hard to love, if I am honest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our moods, feelings, and emotions are always changing, going up and down.  Aren't you glad that we have a constant in our lives... God.  When God is at the center of my heart, when He is my reason for showing love, my ability to love is guaranteed.  That's because God IS love.  Not just that He HAS it, He IS it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really knew what all love entailed until I got married.  This kind of love is not determined by my spouse's attitude or how well we are getting along (although... his attitude usually determines that!)  My focus in my marriage should be to honor the Lord.  The fact that my honoring the Lord reaps some benefit for Frank.. well, that's just the cherry on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving out of a sense of obligation will not last long.  And loving ONLY when things are good will not have the assurance of surviving.  Only a love that is from God will be able to sustain itself when there don't seem to be any reasons left to keep going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEFORE YOU SEE YOUR SPOUSE AGAIN TODAY, PRAY FOR THEM BY NAME AND FOR THEIR NEEDS.  WHETHER IT COMES EASY FOR YOU OR NOT, SAY I LOVE YOU, THEN SHOW LOVE TO THEM IN SOME TANGIBLE WAY.  THANK GOD FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF LOVING YOUR SPOUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for Frank everyday in my quiet time.  And sometimes several times throughout the day as he comes to mind... which is often.  I promise you that since I started doing this REGULARLY, I have seen a tremendous difference in my marriage.  Things are not the same.  They are not like they used to be-in a good way.  And I do attribute it to a lot of prayer.  Not for God to change him, but for God to be with him and help him be all that HE wants for Frank.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you guys, but mediocre is NOT a word I want to describe my marriage....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4681500595627079778?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4681500595627079778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4681500595627079778' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4681500595627079778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4681500595627079778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-29.html' title='Love Dare Day 29'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2603655719109505670</id><published>2008-11-11T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:23:57.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Getting Old When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know you're getting old when you stop asking for jewelry at Christmas.  Or for cool books, clothes, new saddles, a puppy, a new car.  And you start asking for things like new towels, or a "little green machine", a cool vacuum cleaner or steam mop.  Or in Frank's case... a new iron.  Yes, he even ordered it off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; because he couldn't find one in the stores that would meet his needs.  And it wasn't cheap either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I say anything? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Noooooo&lt;/span&gt; I did not.  Why?  Because I am not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iron er&lt;/span&gt; in this house.  Tried it.  At one point we gave up the cleaners and I said I would do it.  But I never did it good enough and it took me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waaaay&lt;/span&gt; to long.  He would come home and look them over and re-iron a lot of what I had already done.  So that nipped that in the bud!!  It was back to the cleaners we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, not too long ago, we really took a look at how much we were spending at the cleaners and Frank decided HE would iron his stuff. (He also irons the rest of our stuff if it needs it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.  Especially on Sunday mornings...)  So, I keep his shirts washed and hung up and he irons them!  Not something his mother particularly likes, I might add. :) (love you mom!!)  Anyway, it is a  painstakingly long process to iron the shirts.  It was taking about 40 minutes to iron ONE shirt along with half a can of starch.  He likes his shirts to REALLY stand up.  He likes them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; starched that when he puts his pen into his shirt pocket, the pocket just kind of wraps the pen up WITHOUT opening the pocket!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for those of you that asked... there's your answer.  That, friends, is why I don't do the ironing in this house.  Pictures are included for your viewing pleasure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo7W9BbuuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nbkC9X0nkEU/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo7W9BbuuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nbkC9X0nkEU/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267587979686951650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo7WZ3qmSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6JSvfYV283E/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo7WZ3qmSI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6JSvfYV283E/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267587970250742050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2603655719109505670?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2603655719109505670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2603655719109505670' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2603655719109505670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2603655719109505670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-youre-getting-old-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Getting Old When...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo7W9BbuuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nbkC9X0nkEU/s72-c/IMG_1562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-459462122670853676</id><published>2008-11-11T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:09:18.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Have A Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight, the kids are having a sleepover.  Well, the 4-legged kids that is.  Ry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; concert tonight so we get to keep their baby.  He and Notch are only 2 weeks apart in age.  They LOVE to play with each other.  Although, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; isn't really all that thrilled about them on her bed!  Phineas (we call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phinny&lt;/span&gt; for short) looks a lot like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;.  But he is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Viszla&lt;/span&gt;.  They are all so cute together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo57zMp13I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ituWvdaoHgM/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo57zMp13I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ituWvdaoHgM/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267586413681563506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-459462122670853676?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/459462122670853676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=459462122670853676' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/459462122670853676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/459462122670853676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-have-sleepover.html' title='The Kids Have A Sleepover'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SRo57zMp13I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ituWvdaoHgM/s72-c/IMG_1564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7329630749844290794</id><published>2008-11-11T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:37:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 28</title><content type='html'>I believe that I have one of the hardest jobs in the world.  Anyone that is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt; knows exactly what I am talking about.  And if you have more than one (not that only being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt; of one isn't hard either...) well, it's doubly hard.  Now, I know that my husband has a hard job, too with a ton of responsibilities.  He started a bank from the ground up, from scratch for crying out loud!!!  However, on many days you could not convince me that his job was harder.  If Frank came home complaining, I had little sympathy.  Some, but not a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know.  I sound horrible.  But I'm just trying to keep it real here for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.)  I mean, life &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; stops for me.  Even if I am sick.  Even when I am tired.  Even when I just.want.to.be.ALONE!  And I would like to take my "customers" somewhere other than Burger King for our business lunches!  And I would like to retreat to my bathroom without people always following me.  At least when he deals with difficult "customers", they are adults.  And he &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; reason with them to some degree.  And they are going to leave at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Life can be tough!!  But what we really mean most of the time when we say that is life can be tough for &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;.  We can easily see when life is difficult for us.  We are quick to notice when we are mistreated or unappreciated.  When our spouse starts telling us how hard life is for them, we just chalk it up to complaining or having a bad attitude a lot of the time.  After all, life is harder for us than it is for them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love wants us to be sensitive to our spouse.  &lt;em&gt;Before &lt;/em&gt;they are overwhelmed, love steps in.  Love sees the stress and worries building up and rushes to help.  Love makes us respond &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; having to be asked.  And if we do have to be asked, love makes us take a look at the heart of the problem, even if the words our spouse uses are harsh and cutting.  Love causes us to respond with &lt;em&gt;compassion&lt;/em&gt; rather than defensively.  It says "no" to what we want and "yes" to what their needs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of sitting around upset that they are not treating you the way you think they should, let love pick you up out of your SELF PITY and turn your attention to their needs.&lt;/em&gt;  Man, that hit me like a ton of bricks when I read that.  Did you know that even having a pity party is sin?  It is just another form of pride.  Whether you are thinking too highly of yourself or too lowly of yourself... you are still thinking of yourself.  And what we are supposed to be doing is thinking of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare: &lt;em&gt;WHAT IS ONE OF THE GREATEST NEEDS IN YOUR SPOUSES LIFE RIGHT NOW?  IS THERE A NEED YOU COULD TAKE FROM THEM BY AN ACT OF SACRIFICE ON YOUR PART?  PURPOSE TO DO WHAT YOU CAN TO MEET THAT NEED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I had to ask him.  (I'm thinking that pretty soon with all the questions I have been asking that he is going to catch on.)  He thought for a few minutes and said that honestly he couldn't think of anything.  Except maybe someone to do the ironing for him (more on that in the next post!!)  And that's not gonna happen!  Over the past 2 or 3 months, we have had some discussions similar to this one.  He told me some things that were causing him stress or irritation around here that added to his stress from work.  Although those conversations usually did not go over too well at first, I did my very best to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; all of his wishes.  And some of them do require sacrifice.  And I am not always happy to do them, but I do them.  Because I love him and want to do whatever possible to meet his needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7329630749844290794?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7329630749844290794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7329630749844290794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7329630749844290794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7329630749844290794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-28.html' title='Love Dare Day 28'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-3688532700138513496</id><published>2008-11-10T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:08:51.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me! Monday Edition 8</title><content type='html'>Well, it's time for some free therapy again thanks to &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama!&lt;/a&gt;!  So head on over to her place when you're finished here to find out what others are in therapy for!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT let my kids eat halloween candy for breakfast 2x this week!  Not me!  I know that stuff has no nutritional value whatsoever and I always get up and cook them a healthy breakfast to start their day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT run and scream like a little girl when taking the puppy out at 3am and I heard a deer snort at me from in my yard.  I also did not leave the puppy while running.  I care about him more than that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT break out the granny panties while Frank was out of town all week! Not me! (hey don't scorn me.  You know you all have them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT thank the good Lord that Saturday was Wyatt's last soccer game!  Not me!  I am always glad when my kids are involved in sports!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did NOT go to the fair with some of the college kids this week.  I also did not ride every ride or feel like I was a kid again!  Not me!  I know that I am old and I acted like their mother the whole time, making sure they didn't overeat and they were safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to head over and see what &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama &lt;/a&gt;and all the MSC are doing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-3688532700138513496?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/3688532700138513496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=3688532700138513496' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3688532700138513496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/3688532700138513496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-me-monday-edition-8.html' title='Not Me! Monday Edition 8'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6627634061579847154</id><published>2008-11-09T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:04:58.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 27</title><content type='html'>I have said in a previous post that when Frank and I were dating we spent A LOT of time together.  And we did.  I, like many of you, also had on my "love blinders".  There wasn't really a whole lot that Frank did in the beginning that I didn't like.  Or that got on my nerves.  Everything was wonderful.  He was kind, thoughtful, and made me feel like I was his only priority.  And I listened and didn't nag or argue with him.  I laughed at all of his jokes.  We just loved to be around each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things change after many years of being together.  Our spouses have done such a good job of meeting our needs and making us happy.  But having that kind of expectation will only lead to disappointment and frustration.  The more expectations that I have on my spouse, the more likely they are to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said before that for a long time I looked to Frank to determine my attitude and my happiness?  Can I just tell you that made for some miserable times.  That is not the way that God intended marriage to work.  Did I forget to mention that I also expected him to read my mind the majority of the time?  I thought all men were capable of doing that!  I quickly learned that they couldn't.  And when he did not, I ended up being very hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to decide to let encouragement overrule our expectations.  Love focuses on personal responsibility and self-improvement, not what someone else can do for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think that all (or most) of your expectations are reasonable and legitimate.  This is not really your problem but your spouse's problem.  You don't think that you are perfect by any means, but you should still be able to speak your mind.  The problem with this is that not very many of us can respond to criticism and be objective at the same time.  Rather than causing you to want to change, criticism only makes you (ME) want to put my foot down, stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thessalonians 5:11 tells us to &lt;em&gt;Encourage one another and build up one another.&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want your marriage to be a place where when you fail there is someone there to help you up and not make you feel worse for failing?  I do.  And so does your spouse.  When we make a committment to be encouragers to our spouse, we are helping them to reach their full potential in Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My challenge today is to &lt;em&gt;THINK OF AN AREA WHERE YOUR SPOUSE HAS TOLD YOU  YOU'RE EXPECTING TOO MUCH AND  TELL THEM YOU ARE SORRY FOR BEING SO HARD ON THEM ABOUT IT.  PROMISE THEM YOU WILL SEEK TO UNDERSTAND AND ASSURE THEM OF YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had to ask him because I think that we have really turned a corner in this department.  We have had many many discussions about this very thing.  Usually it is coming from the other direction (me telling him his expectations are too high) but I have given him a list of things that I would like to see change too.  Thank goodness his answer was that he didn't feel like I had unrealistic expectations of him.  Although, I do think that from time to time we all do.  Maybe not consistently, but sometimes.  We just need to remember that we are &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; human and make mistakes.  And we need to be there for each other.  Help each other up.  Not add more guilt or shame for falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6627634061579847154?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6627634061579847154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6627634061579847154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6627634061579847154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6627634061579847154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-27.html' title='Love Dare Day 27'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-6059044191187604042</id><published>2008-11-08T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:02:40.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>It's 6am. On the dot. Which means they have been awake for at least 10 minutes. (Jack likes to "take care of business" first thing in the morning!) I can hear one of them coming and they haven't even crossed the threshold of my room yet. I pretend I am not awake yet. The oldest one leans down close to my face and with the &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; possible morning breath says "Mom"... "Mommy"... "MOM"!! Finally, with my eyes still closed, I answered the child. He wants to know if they can turn on the TV in the playroom. Not wanting to get up yet I told him they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, though at this time I don't know how much later, I hear more footsteps coming. This time it's the middle child. He comes close to me also and says "Mom... we're hungry. Can you feed us now?" Still with eyes closed I said okay. He walks around to hubby's side of the bed and climbs in. We all have a quick snuggle and then I proceed to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! No coffee. Both of us forgot to make the pot last night. Okay. Coffee first, kids second. I know. Great parenting. The kids ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt; and I can do that since all I need to do is stick them in oven. It's now 7:10am and I call Jack downstairs to eat. One set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt; with butter only, the other no butter and syrup in a bowl for dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, coffee is now ready. And in goes the new flavor-Caramel Apple!! Nice... I can feel myself waking up now. Realizing that the husband is still in the bed watching news I go and remind him if he needs a shower he better go get it now. Middle child overhears that husband is getting in shower and comes running to get in too. Even though he got a bath last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littlest child is now awake and calling for me to come and get her. I go in her room and sing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodmorning&lt;/span&gt; song to her. I find her something to wear and put on her glasses and send her into the kitchen for her breakfast too. Monkey needs a banana? Okay, you can have one I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I go to make the bed. I can NOT leave the house feeling good without all the beds being made. I know. I curse my mother every time I have to make it. Get myself dressed quickly, brush my teeth. Holler to the kids to come and brush theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank begins to gather the kids to put them into the car. It's now 8am and we have to be at the Sports Park at 815am. Not gonna happen. It's an almost 30 minute drive from our house. I gather everything and make 2 trips to the car to get it all in. Okay, coffee in hand and off we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes into the drive, Frank says he forgot to put the chairs in the truck. "How many chairs did you forget?" I ask. He replies, "All of them". Snap!! I don't make a big deal about it because I am remembering my Love Dares! And I now conveniently keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HDT&lt;/span&gt; in my pocket at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally make it to the Sports Park. It's now 845 am. Only missed 30 minutes of practice. Game starts at 9:00. I am grateful that it is Wyatt's last game. Having to be out there at 815 every Saturday morning kind of puts a damper on things, you know? Thankfully, our field this time is right by the bleachers. Chairs not necessary after all. Glad I kept my mouth shut. Jackson finds his friends and they have brought light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sabers&lt;/span&gt; to the game so they all begin to sword fight. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallory is now going up and down the bleachers. Frank has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt; me to go talk about his trip to the guys. "Okay" I tell Mallory. "You must stop running on the bleachers". So she opts for a snack instead and comes and sits down next to me. Game on. We begin to cheer for Wyatt. Really my cheering is just instructions for him to follow. Sometimes he gets sidetracked and instead of chasing the soccer ball, he just chases his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 2 potty breaks into the game and I am still wondering when Frank is coming back over here. Oh, wait. I see him. Yep. Still talking away. Oh, well. Game is over now and Frank comes over to take the snacks to the team. It was our turn. Coach C passes out their stars and we can finally go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the car we go. Five minutes into the ride I ask Frank if he remembered to grab Wyatt's other shoes. He didn't know he was supposed to and ran down our conversation about who was supposed to grab them. Apparently it was me. Fabulous. Now Wyatt has no shoes. After a quick stop to get the dogs some food we head to my mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get Wyatt's clothes changed and the birthday gift wrapped and we load up into the car again.  We go to 3 places before I find Wyatt some shoes I am willing to pay for.  And he didn't even need any!  I drop Frank and Wyatt off at the party and take the other 2 with me to go find them some shoes. They are both down to about 1 pair a piece that either need to be replaced or are going to be outgrown in about... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop. Everybody out. We look in the store for shoes. Jackpot. I found the kind of shoes I have been looking for. Sadly, her size is gone. Jackson is now complaining because I say NO to every pair so shoes he picks up and insists he must have. More complaining when I tell him we have to go to another store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next store, same story. Ugh. Now we'll try the mall. Children are now begging for food so I decide maybe we should do that first. We eat and then I drag them to the 3rd store. Certain that they would have what I was looking for I made them go up the escalator and all the way to the other end of the store. Good grief. Nothing. Back downstairs and on to try another store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth store. Nothing. Glance down at my watch and realize that we really have to go. Frank mentioned that they didn't have to stay at the party the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; time so I wanted to get there early. Besides, the kids need to get down for a nap early and the Ga. game starts at 1230. So, we load up in the car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it back to the party and I call Franks cell to let him know we are waiting outside. No answer. Wait a few minutes and call him again. Still no answer. I send him a text. Still no answer. My aggravation level is beginning to rise. Now I am doing the repeat calling. Almost 30 minutes has gone by and now I tell Jackson to lock the doors and I am going to get his father (note I said father and not daddy) and his brother. I walk in and look in the arcade. Not there. I walk to the party rooms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Not there either. I finally find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;competent&lt;/span&gt; employee and ask where that particular party has gone. To the race track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in the car and drive over there. I see Frank and Wyatt going around in the "race car" and wait some more. It has now been 40 minutes since I pulled in the parking lot and the natives are getting restless. I get Franks attention and have to drive &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; to the entrance. Frank brings out a screaming Wyatt. He wasn't ready to go. Frank informs me that the screaming child would not eat his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; for lunch and instead... ate cake. Lovely, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back over to my parents house to put the little kids down for a nap. The game has already started, by the way. So far, we are ahead by 1 touchdown. Get the kids in their beds and settle in to watch the game. The game is going well and my mom asks if I found the shoes I was looking for. I told her no so she suggested that we go look while we have a little time. Since I am not one to turn shopping down, she and I headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First store we go to we did find some that I liked for Mallory, but not loved. So we kept looking. At the next store, my mom points out some cute shirts. I start looking through the racks too. Pulling out several things I go try them on. Liked a lot of them. Reminded mom this is not what we came for. Begin looking for shoes again. Nothing. On the way back to the other store, I spotted some ultra cute Christmas pillows for my rocking chairs on the front porch. Mom says to grab all 4 of them. Never argue with your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go up to the register. Lady gives me a total. Mom buys it all. Sweet!! Go back to the original store. Get the shoes and head to the bank. Hit the ATM machine for husband. Mom breaks a nail and is not happy. I notice that there is a strange noise coming from the car. We get out at her house and I look under it. Seems as though some cover from the bottom of the car has fallen down. She is not happy. Just glad it wasn't due to something I did. Better yet, that the kids didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check the game quickly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dadgum&lt;/span&gt;. Behind by 3. Run upstairs and get Mallory up. Get her dressed again and put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; in dad's car. Frank, Jackson, and Wyatt leave to go see Madagascar2. I put Mallory in car to go to &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; birthday party. On the way I am listening to the game and we rushed for about 72 yards. My screaming scared Mallory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of car and calm child down. Go into the playground for the party. Yes, friend is there with headphones on listening to the game. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;willingly&lt;/span&gt; shares one with me. Both of us are hollering at the same time and not paying attention to the kids. I know. Another example of great parenting. Now, C and I are jumping up and down screaming. &lt;em&gt;VICTORY&lt;/em&gt;!!! Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DAWGS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was nice. And short. By 440pm I am back in car AGAIN and headed back to my parents. Mallory and I play for a while and the boys came back. Movie was great they said. Kids head outside to play while we start watching the Alabama/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt; game. Go in kitchen to help mom with dinner. Dad fires up the grill and throws on the steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can cook a steak like my dad. Yummy! Dinner over and we head back into the den to finish up the game. It's good too. Overtime. We are cheering. So are the kids and they don't even really know why. ROLL TIDE! Sorry if you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt; fan. I just can't make myself cheer for them. My BIL loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LSU&lt;/span&gt;. I think that's why I.just.can't.do.it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over. Time to load up again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... kids in bed. Dishes put away. PJ's on and climb into bed. Time to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bloggyland&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-6059044191187604042?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/6059044191187604042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=6059044191187604042' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6059044191187604042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/6059044191187604042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4129937081267572453</id><published>2008-11-06T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:03:49.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Story</title><content type='html'>Sorry, another post already I know...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the Georgia Bulldogs.  I love Mark Richt too.  Well, I thought I did until I saw this.  Now, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; love and respect him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=e176f8dbf863472356eb" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4129937081267572453?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4129937081267572453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4129937081267572453' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4129937081267572453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4129937081267572453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoption-story.html' title='Adoption Story'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7194565479810234366</id><published>2008-11-06T12:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:48:49.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Kids</title><content type='html'>Kids... You gotta love their honesty sometimes.  Watch this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=5d0c868dd817a0078463" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7194565479810234366?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7194565479810234366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7194565479810234366' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7194565479810234366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7194565479810234366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-kids.html' title='I Love Kids'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7042370476129238448</id><published>2008-11-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:30:35.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 26</title><content type='html'>Today, by far, is the hardest day for me.  It has caused me to have to take a really long and hard look at myself.  So, because I don't like to feel bad alone...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you noticed that in today's society that fewer and fewer people are willing to take responsibility for their actions?  It's not hard to see.  Everyone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; has an excuse for everything or why it is someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; fault.  Personal responsibility.  We all agree that it's important and that others should have it.  But we have a hard time accepting it for ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just those around us that I'm talking about.  To find these kinds of people all we have to do is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at ourselves.  We quickly justify our motives, point out the flaws in our spouse, and reject any criticism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always believe that our views and opinions are correct or at least more right than our spouse's.  And we have a hard time believing that anyone else, given our situation, would behave or react any differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But true love doesn't pass the buck.  OR try to justify selfishness.  It is more concerned with our spouse's needs rather than itself.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When love takes responsibility for its actions, it is not to prove how noble you've been but rather to admit how much further you have to go!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Frank and I are in an argument, most of the time I am not really listening to him.  I am thinking about what I am going to say the moment he shuts his mouth.  And sometimes I don't even wait that long.  Love should cause me to FIRST admit my own wrongs instead of pointing the finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I John 1:8 tells us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we say that we have no sin, we are deceiving ourselves and the truth is not in us.&lt;/span&gt;  I can't tell you the number of times I have focused on what Frank is or is not doing instead of myself.  Not willing to admit that I was at as much fault or more fault than he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can your spouse say that you have wronged them or hurt them and never made it right?  Part of taking personal responsibility is asking forgiveness.  The problem is that our pride is bigger than our hearts a lot of the time.  We need to ask forgiveness &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of the response we receive.  Admit your mistakes to them without bringing up the ways that they have wronged you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what we do today.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TAKE TIME TO PRAY  THROUGH YOUR AREAS OF WRONGDOING.  ASK GOD'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FORGIVENESS&lt;/span&gt;, THEN HUMBLE YOURSELF ENOUGH TO ADMIT THEM TO YOUR SPOUSE.  NO MATTER HOW THEY RESPOND, MAKE SURE YOU COVER YOUR RESPONSIBILITY IN LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, praying I did.  And as much as I would like to say otherwise, it was not easy.  I don't like to think of myself as being wrong.  Especially where Frank is concerned.  I like to be right.  This is where we clash a lot because he does too and usually neither one of us will budge one little bit.  So, the Lord pointed out some areas to me that I have failed miserably in.  Obviously, I can't talk to him about it face to face today and I would rather it not be a phone or text conversation (we all know that without seeing facial expression or hearing tone we can easily misunderstand things!  Right, Kate?? *grin*)  So, I will be talking to him tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better start looking for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HDT&lt;/span&gt; right now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7042370476129238448?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7042370476129238448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7042370476129238448' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7042370476129238448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7042370476129238448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-26.html' title='Love Dare Day 26'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-836966145216857326</id><published>2008-11-06T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T04:15:09.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIREPROOF and the Pentagon</title><content type='html'>Please join me in praying this week for 2 of the staff at our church.  They have gone to the Pentagon (yes, I said the Pentagon) for FIREPROOF screenings and to lead some Bible studies.  How blessed we are right now that we have an administration that would allow this to take place!  Let's also pray that God would soften the hearts of the following administration so that things just like this could continue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-836966145216857326?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/836966145216857326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=836966145216857326' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/836966145216857326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/836966145216857326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/fireproof-and-pentagon.html' title='FIREPROOF and the Pentagon'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-4526209806033327364</id><published>2008-11-05T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:31:39.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Help Me Find My Car??</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I went to our local Sam's to do my every other week shopping.  I got lucky and found a parking space relatively close to the front.  I hopped out and went inside.  Now, I love Sam's.  I love going there (without kids mind you) and taking my time and looking around.  But, this particular day I was in a hurry.  So I ONLY looked for the things that were on my list and headed to the checkout.  As I was walking out the door into the parking lot I spotted my car and hit the remote to unlock it.  I then proceeded to hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;liftgate&lt;/span&gt; button so that it would already be open for me when I got to it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... it didn't open.  So I hit it again.  Still nothing.  Must not have unlocked.  I pushed the unlock button again and then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;liftgate&lt;/span&gt; button.  Nada.  I am now hitting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;liftgate&lt;/span&gt; button over and over when a lady came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned around and she said (pointing a little further down the aisle and on the other side) "I think your car is over there"  I looked at where she was pointing and sure enough, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;liftgate&lt;/span&gt; on my car had been going up and down, up and down.  I just been pointing the remote at the wrong car.  I guess it's just a sign of early aging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-4526209806033327364?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/4526209806033327364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=4526209806033327364' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4526209806033327364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/4526209806033327364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-help-me-find-my-car.html' title='Can You Help Me Find My Car??'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-5835359047504576889</id><published>2008-11-05T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:20:30.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Dare Day 25</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read or said the Lord's Prayer?  Have you ever &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; thought about the words?  One part in particular really stands out to me.  &lt;em&gt;"Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors..."&lt;/em&gt;  Do you get that?  We are asking the Lord to forgive us in the same way that we forgive each other.  Good grief!!!  Do I really want him to extend the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; measure of forgiveness?  Or would I rather him show me more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember a time in my life when I was not the most forgiving person there was.  And truth be told, even though I have come a long way in this area, when it comes to Frank, I still can hold a good old grudge.  I have a hard time letting things go.  And I would find good ways to punish him for whatever too.  Like the silent treatment (which probably wasn't all that much punishment but more of a relief!) or fixing something he didn't like for supper.  And there was always the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NotnowIhaveaheadache&lt;/span&gt;" routine (don't act like you haven't done it either).  Or I particularly excelled at bringing things up that were supposedly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want the Lord to take these things into account when he starts passing out forgiveness to me?  I beg for mercy instead of what I really deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 18:35 says &lt;em&gt;My heavenly Father will also do the same to you, if each of you does not forgive his brother from your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when people hurt us, especially when it is someone that we love, we try to punish them with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/span&gt;.  We think if we forgive them then we are letting them win or excusing the wrong that they did to us.  When in reality the only one we are truly punishing is ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, forgiveness doesn't remove the blame.  It doesn't wipe the slate clean with God, either.  It just keeps you from having to worry about how to punish them.  You are just turning them over to God.  And isn't He the ultimate Judge and Jury anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we do this?  Sometimes it starts just by saying it out loud, whether you mean it or not.  And you may have to say it over and over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt; just as a reminder that you have already done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the story of the ungrateful servant.  After he was forgiven by the king, back then a document would have been given to the servant and one would have been kept for the king.  So that if the king needed money for something else and decided to bring that man in again to get his payment they would be able to go back and pull out that document and show that debt had been forgiven.  This may happen with the same servant several times.  And each time that document would be shown to the king.  Sooner or later the king would begin to remember that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; debt had been forgiven and he would quit trying to "retry" that servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happens to us.  Just because you have forgiven someone doesn't mean that Satan won't try to make you "retry" that person in the court of your mind.  But you can pull out that document and say "Nope, I have already forgiven them for that".  That's how we really let go.  And you will know that you have truly forgiven someone when the thought of them or the sight of them no longer causes you to get angry or you to start plotting what you should say or do.  Instead, you begin to feel sorry for them, to pity them, and hope that things turn around for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATEVER YOU HAVEN'T FORGIVEN IN YOUR MATE, FORGIVE IT TODAY.  SAY FROM YOUR HEART "I CHOOSE TO FORGIVE"&lt;/em&gt;   This is the dare for today.  I don't have any BIG thing or things that I haven't forgiven Frank for.  For me, it's more of the little things.  Sometimes I say that I have forgiven or let them go and I really haven't.  I am just &lt;em&gt;saving&lt;/em&gt; them as ammunition for later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has really been working on me over the past year about true forgiveness.  And even though it has not been easy, it has been freeing.  Not spending my time thinking about those that wrong me.  Not playing out situations in my mind and what I would say.  It instead makes me seek to understand more of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;.  Why it happened in the first place.  What was my part in it and how can I change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great marriages are not made by people who never hurt each other.  Only by people who choose to "keep no record of wrongs"&lt;/em&gt;   Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-5835359047504576889?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/5835359047504576889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=5835359047504576889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5835359047504576889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/5835359047504576889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-dare-day-25.html' title='Love Dare Day 25'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-2929711650216838899</id><published>2008-11-05T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:24:19.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, it is with a heavy heart that I come this morning.  I am so disappointed and confused by it all.  I am saddened for the state of our nation and for the hearts of the people in it.  I am broken for the additional millions of lives that will never be, all because the decision has been made that choice is more important than life.  At what point will we stop now?  Will those who are elderly and wasting away in nursing homes be next?  After all, we have already decided that human life has no value.  I am also saddened, Father, that we as a nation only felt like THIS election was important.  Elections in the past didn't matter so much. It didn't matter to vote then.  Why is that?  Do we really care about our voices being heard, or just who was running?   I am fearful, Lord, for what this means for us as a nation.  I know You tell us not to fear, but right now I am struggling.  I am reminded in Your Word when at different times you gave the people over to themselves.  In Ephesians 4:19 You said, "Having lost all sensitivity, they were given themselves over to sensuality...".  And also in Acts 7:42 "But God turned away and gave them over to the worship of the heavenly bodies."  I fear this is where we are.  How can we continue to pray for You to bless us and protect us when we have taken You out of everything?  Yes, I do believe You have finally just given us over to ourselves.  Will this man bring the healing that some feel he will?  No.  Only You are the true Healer.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing I know&lt;/span&gt; is that You are in control of everything, Lord.  You had this planned from the beginning.  This is not a surprise to You.  And You see all the way to the finish line.  Your Word also tells me that You work all things... all things... together for good to those who love You.  And that you have used all kinds of people throughout history, from the very beginning of time, to show Your power and might and to bring about Your perfect will... even though they didn't know it or were unwilling to participate in Your plan.  Daniel 2:21 tells me that YOU set up kings and depose them.  Not us.  It has been easy, Lord, to speak of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;  and trusting in You until now.  Now is when the talk has to become the walk.  Now is when the hope has to become belief.  Help us to stand strong.  Help us not just to be able to discern the truth, but also the lies.  Lord, please remember that there is a remnant.  There is a remnant still in love with You and still willing to stand for You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-2929711650216838899?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/2929711650216838899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=2929711650216838899' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2929711650216838899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/2929711650216838899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-thing.html' title='One Thing'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-1503601136827754523</id><published>2008-11-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:36:24.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Tonight I took the boys (plus Jack's buddy Cameron) to the fair.  I also met my good friend Teresa, who is the mom of Wyatt's best buddy, Connor.  I loved the fair growing up.  Still do.  The rides (love to ride them ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;), the food smells,  eating the food.  Well, I didn't get to eat all the goodies that I normally enjoy, but it was still fun.  My Jackson is  a rider just like his mom.  He will ride &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;!!  Anyway,  a good time was had by all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdmmQG8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Iow4S3EzxTA/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013037694196674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdmmQG8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Iow4S3EzxTA/s400/PICT0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdYVAA5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jjj7uYFAZNo/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013033863742354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdYVAA5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/jjj7uYFAZNo/s400/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdDhVX2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zK28NAFeKB8/s1600-h/PICT0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013028278329186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdDhVX2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/zK28NAFeKB8/s400/PICT0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVcqbyy8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/E1RSXZfKn5I/s1600-h/PICT0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013021544205250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVcqbyy8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/E1RSXZfKn5I/s400/PICT0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVcAlu_kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JANj5GFxxIc/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265013010311609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVcAlu_kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JANj5GFxxIc/s400/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-1503601136827754523?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/1503601136827754523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=1503601136827754523' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1503601136827754523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/1503601136827754523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/fair-2008.html' title='Fair 2008'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREVdmmQG8I/AAAAAAAAAVY/Iow4S3EzxTA/s72-c/PICT0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6548239389782525174.post-7143719103142974031</id><published>2008-11-04T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:36:02.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fair Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZxSD9wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H_1dB0MwzZc/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016270377711362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZxSD9wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H_1dB0MwzZc/s400/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZV89iMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TAkckRbZVE0/s1600-h/PICT0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016263041452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZV89iMI/AAAAAAAAAV4/TAkckRbZVE0/s400/PICT0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZETVTxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9X2XiLoICtc/s1600-h/PICT0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016258303446802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZETVTxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/9X2XiLoICtc/s400/PICT0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYYyxjOaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_OCrPR6tbcQ/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016253598349730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYYyxjOaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_OCrPR6tbcQ/s400/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYYXisewI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6TcdvbsKXUk/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265016246288284418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYYXisewI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6TcdvbsKXUk/s400/PICT0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6548239389782525174-7143719103142974031?l=thegriffincircus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/feeds/7143719103142974031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6548239389782525174&amp;postID=7143719103142974031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7143719103142974031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6548239389782525174/posts/default/7143719103142974031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegriffincircus.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-fair-pictures.html' title='More Fair Pictures'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042187324099834505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SHuXSxXteWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OavdO8oozQY/S220/IMG_1629.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0PVnbwjlx8/SREYZxSD9wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H_1dB0MwzZc/s72-c/PICT0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
