tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27393517029288282292024-02-07T12:50:17.687-06:00Bored Minister's WifeRamblings of a bored Minister's Wife.
I'm the bored one, not my Hubby.Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-50462535292355826922012-01-27T11:35:00.000-06:002012-01-27T11:35:08.036-06:00Insta-Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Thses past two weeks have been a bit twisted. </div>
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My little guy was so sick last week. It took almost the entire week for him to get past it. </div>
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So the first trip out of the house in 6 days was to, where else, Target.</div>
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Not to get anything in particular, just to walk around.</div>
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We love our Target! Oh... and all the spring/summer outdoor things are out! I so need to get some furniture for our porch. We love to sit out there while our little guy plays.</div>
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My little guy also started to write his own name this week. It is a little hard to read but I can see it. It may be that I'm the mommy and that's why I can read it. I maybe a little biased, maybe.</div>
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In our new house we have HUGE windows in our living room.</div>
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Like a wall of windows! So I have been struggling trying to find some kind of treatment for them. </div>
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I'm loving the wide horizontal stripes for drapes. However everything I found to buy for the size I needed was way out of my price range. So I made my own for $20, for both. Thats right, my husband was so happy I didn't buy the ones I wanted to $120. He loves me.</div>
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All the men in my house hate to have their nails clipped. It is a battle to clip my son's. </div>
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Sunday we hosted all our youth, volunteers, and their parents to our hosue for an easy fellowship. I wasn't ready. My hosue wasn't ready. But on thing God has taught me this week is that if I wait until I'm fully ready I'll miss out some amazing things. He uses me the best when I'm not ready. </div>
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After all was cleaned from the fellowship, my son curled on the couch with a bag as big as he is. </div>
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He really is just like his daddy. Too cute.</div>
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<br /></div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-44636442918386920422012-01-18T10:38:00.000-06:002012-01-18T10:38:20.199-06:00Mr. Coffee Love<div style="text-align: center;">
I love coffee, everything coffee. My kitchen is even decorated with coffee things. But in this house, I'm the only coffee drinker. My husband says he likes it but really only has coffee once a week. </div>
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As much as I love coffee, I have to admit, I only drink one cup a day. However I make it an experience. I put it in one of my favorite cups, use my best coffee, and the best creamer. </div>
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When I got married almost 8 years ago I was gifted my first Me. Coffee pot. I loved that thing. It was the kind with the insulated carafe. I loved it and used it until this past Christmas. It still works after 8 years and we will continue to use it when, we have guests, for years to come. </div>
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So all of this to say, my hubby knew exactly what to get me for Christmas. Can u guess...not that... no not that either. Ok, I'll tell you. A Mr. Coffee Single Serve Brewer! Oh look how cute it is! </div>
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I'm in love! Sorry honey. </div>
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It fits perfectly on my counter. </div>
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I don't like a lot of clutter on my counter, mostly because I don't have that much space to begin with. This Mr. Coffee even fits the larger cups, which is wonderful. </div>
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Now I can use any of my favorite coffee brands, hot chocolate, and teas. Heaven!! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">So what are your favorite coffee products? I would love to know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I wrote this post to thank you to my wonderful hubby who gave me this brewer for Christmas. I have not received anything from Mr. Coffee and they have no idea who I am.</span>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-90719748064677689592012-01-13T11:12:00.000-06:002012-01-13T11:12:16.717-06:00Adjustment TimeWe have moved! My husband is now the new Youth Minister at a church near Houston. So we moved clear across the state of TX. Are we crazy? Possibly, but not for making this move. We followed God, period. <br />
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So I decided to join insta-Friday and show some pics of how my son is adjusting. (he loves it here). <br />
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Poor baby only wants to take naps on Mommy and Daddy's bed. I give in so easily.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">First trip to Burger King!</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">More naps on Mommy's bed.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Our morning alarm, every morning! I don't mind too much. It's an awfully cute alarm.</span></td></tr>
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My son has found a new hiding place. I called him to get ready for his bath, and when he didn't excitedly run to me I knew he was hiding. You see, he just turned 3 and his favorite game is hide and seek now. I'm not a fan. </div>
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This past weekend we were at grandma's house for my son's birthday and we happened to come across this awesome tin.<br />
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First thing I saw were all the colors and the design. I was hooked. I love it.</div>
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It is a Bisquick tin. I didn't even know they made these. No one else there did as well. </div>
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So I normally don't blog about some of the great deals I find. Only because I'm not very good at it. </div>
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He will soon be out of his toddler bed and in a twin bed.</div>
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My son's 3rd birthday is this week and I thought "Better get it now, cause it won't be here next time"</div>
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I decided to join today to get myself out of my yoga pants and t-shirts and actually get dressed. </div>
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Not there is anything wrong with wearing yoga pants and t-shirts, I was just get lazy in what I wear.</div>
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My hubby laughs because some days I just stay in my pj's and don't even make the effort to wear my yoga pants. I'm always afraid someone will come to the door and I'll still be in my pj's and braless in the middle of the afternoon. Not a pretty site. </div>
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Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-63189573033735679472011-09-20T13:15:00.000-05:002011-09-20T13:15:48.159-05:00I've Finally Done ItI pushed my Husband over the edge...and laughed the whole time.<br /><br /><iframe height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zeQ0tLcfGOk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />I have a feeling I'm going to pay for this. Only if he sees it.Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-84128769691525774952011-07-27T10:42:00.001-05:002011-07-27T10:44:11.151-05:00Tray Redo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A couple of years ago I bought a tray that I thought was so pretty. I had no taste then. I had an idea that might turn it into something I would proudly put out for all to see. Well, mostly my husband, son, and I could see. This is what it looks like now...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is half way through. I have spray painted all the light colored wood white, what else.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tip: Don't spray paint outside when it is 110 degrees outside. I live in Texas and it has been insanely hot for months now. I do not have a garage to paint in so I tried to find a shady spot to paint the ugly wood away. When you paint in serious heat it causes the paint to bubble. Normally this would drive me crazy, but today a few bubbles never hurt anyone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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After it has fully dried, because I brought it inside so that it wouldn't melt, find the ridiculously large bottle of modge podge and cover the inside. Place whatever paper you love inside and press to get all the bubbles out. I used a beautiful scrapbook paper I found at Hob Lob. I love that paper.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What things have you created out of boredom?</div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-81731185742567165452011-07-08T13:47:00.000-05:002011-07-08T13:47:16.258-05:00Houston We Have a ProblemI think I may have a hoarder in the making. I found this large pile of Pull Ups under his bed this morning.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have a much simpler explanation...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong><em>He's 2!!</em></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-32510706161533089672011-06-20T10:37:00.000-05:002011-06-20T10:37:05.209-05:00Happy Birthday...... to me! <br />
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I have already received lots of birthday love. SL is planning on taking me shopping later for new camera stuff. I'm excited. <br />
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Here are a few of the lovely messages I've heard this weekend.<br />
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"After 30, a body has a mind of its own." (Good thing I have 2 more years)<br />
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"Last week the candle factory burned down. Everyone just stood around and sang, ‘Happy Birthday’."<br />
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"Like many women my age, I am 28 years old" (Wait, I am!"<br />
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"Birthdays are good for you. Statistics show that the people who have the most live the longest."<br />
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</div><div align="center">My mom showed this to me a few weeks ago, and I thought it was so hilarious. </div><div align="center">I couldn't resist sharing it with you. </div><div align="center">If you go to their YouTube page you can see the other talking animals they have.</div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-21383072158741393122011-06-01T14:31:00.000-05:002011-06-01T14:31:08.738-05:00We'll Be Ok<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHrAs3_lxnySmwaA7NHNhn48aVKmLOVxIHxN7srCYY8Ee0y5yPuvrvOa1HV3nVjJP3jk9kiLepF05XDs7aMgJ8UneUnliYe481ChANOZYenBR5EydtZE_tK2jKcEgkA6KdruCFHeNGeVK/s1600/sean+cowan+on+rocks+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHrAs3_lxnySmwaA7NHNhn48aVKmLOVxIHxN7srCYY8Ee0y5yPuvrvOa1HV3nVjJP3jk9kiLepF05XDs7aMgJ8UneUnliYe481ChANOZYenBR5EydtZE_tK2jKcEgkA6KdruCFHeNGeVK/s640/sean+cowan+on+rocks+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An old pic, before we painted the Youth room.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>If you aren't immediate family than you probably don't know what had been going on with us lately. My husband is a youth minister. He is an amazing youth minister (I may be biased). He has a way of talking to teenagers that can get past their entitlement, their self grandeur, and self esteem (whether high or low). <br />
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We had been at our church for 2 years when the church said they could no longer afford to keep him Full time. So he went look for a second job.<br />
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We were doing just fine with our two jobs, but when he became part time at the church we knew he would need another job. God amazingly took care of it and SL found a job at Sears very quickly. God has truly blessed SL at Sears. He went from seasonal to Full time Head Cashier in one year. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHkPE2WWKJ2S8bLdQI4o4bXip-gPXO6W8gbFoBeXw5jE8TubHzGTF5vaKyJ0do_Eg3JO3Qs8AeQjnJ91ZBoDKmL9s-tiuwA8H99izHq7hB0s6AU_4cw0EuwDh1TmrcIlZCUtUrh9W-rPS/s1600/sean+tracie+grad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikHkPE2WWKJ2S8bLdQI4o4bXip-gPXO6W8gbFoBeXw5jE8TubHzGTF5vaKyJ0do_Eg3JO3Qs8AeQjnJ91ZBoDKmL9s-tiuwA8H99izHq7hB0s6AU_4cw0EuwDh1TmrcIlZCUtUrh9W-rPS/s640/sean+tracie+grad.jpg" width="640" /></a>A year a half after the church put SL as part time, they have now decided to hire a Full Time Music Minister/Youth Minister. SL can't sing or play a musical instrument. Guess what that means. <strong>We're Out</strong>.<br />
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Our initial reactions was hurt, anger, bitterness. As we have had time to absorb this, we realize God was answering our prayers. We have been praying that God would show us if it was time to leave or stay since SL was put on part time. God was telling us, It's time to go. We are still a little hurt, it's hard to not be. But we have a lot of sadness for our youth. We have always stayed for them. Even when we have struggled financially, we kept thinking we are doing this for these teenagers who desperately need a positive influence in their lives. <br />
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So now we are looking for a new church or whatever God has in store for us. We don't know what is going to happen, how long we can stay in our house before we can no longer afford it. But we put all our trust in God. He has got us through everything put in front of us and we know He will get us through this too. <br />
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So if you think about us anytime, say a prayer for me, SL, and Bubba. We sure need it. I will continue to pray for you. <a href="mailto:boredministerswife@gmail.com">Email me your prayer requests.</a> <br />
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p.s. say a prayer for Julie also. You can hear about her story here <a href="http://www.anotherchanceranch.com/">Another Chance Ranch</a>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-16443401420536354542011-04-28T14:18:00.000-05:002011-04-28T14:18:52.447-05:00Day Late Wordless WednesdayWas supposed to post this yesterday, but I entered the date wrong on the auto post.<br />
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We have had almost no rain since November. No rain means very dry grass. Very dry grass means fire food. Friday when massive storms where going through our northwest we had very High winds. Like 60 mph. Now it gets windy in these parts around spring, but nothing like this. So we had many fires in our surrounds because of this. Some were large fires, some were small, some are still burning 5 days later and destroyed dozens of homes and thousands of miles of land. <br />
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When you don't have rain for several months it can get warm. Something about the ground no absorbing heat, or the opposite. I don't know, the meteorologist explained it better. So all that to say, we have been very warm lately. No, not warm, HOT! Like 103 degrees! And it's not even Easter yet. <br />
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These are all pics of my mom's flowers at her house. I thought with the crazy heat, fires, and no rain it was nice to see some cool purple colored flowers. <br />
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When you haven't had much ran in several months it starts to take a toll on your psyche. Maybe that is just me. Rain refreshes me just as it does the Earth. I need rain, I thrive on rain. I know God will provide it for us soon if we just keep praying.<br />
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We always say here, "If you don't like the weather now just wait a few hours. It'll change." Yes, we say "it'll" - it will. It's Texas, here "oil" is pronounced "ol". Stop chasing bunnies, back to the weather. Sunday it was just down right HOT! We were up around 100 degrees where I live. Some places just above 100. It's April for goodness sakes! It is not supposed to be that hot!! Well we just had to wait a day. Monday it was 60 degrees. So Strange. I had the AC on Sunday and the Heater on Monday. The weather should stabilize this week around 80 which is beautiful! However, no rain. Boo!!Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-29378018604487467672011-03-17T13:16:00.000-05:002011-03-17T13:16:27.017-05:00Stages of a Tantrum<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It's Spring Break! Beautiful weather, wind blowing, planting, it's great and exciting. We are not able to go anywhere for Spring Break this year so we have been taking little outing here and there. Tuesday we went to our favorite park. Bubba loves the park there. The playground is great, lots of area for him to run, and there are ducks. SL taught him about throwing things into the lake this time. Bubba loved it! But then it was time to leave...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we go to the playground for awhile and this makes it all better...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrzSSFq_lnliHxRONlxStLI2HSmpgKVLgFAs9G8vEniYo-cUrsfLFGP6vmPk0d6BNncl8iUtvbY8V5dkAf5BVDuzUrG2_xCZC6jBP-WGPaWVjnfWPU8s0gXmx-AVotddQWWbuABGi6fRP/s1600/Cowan+Sean+swinging.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrzSSFq_lnliHxRONlxStLI2HSmpgKVLgFAs9G8vEniYo-cUrsfLFGP6vmPk0d6BNncl8iUtvbY8V5dkAf5BVDuzUrG2_xCZC6jBP-WGPaWVjnfWPU8s0gXmx-AVotddQWWbuABGi6fRP/s640/Cowan+Sean+swinging.jpg" width="428" /></a></div>Until it's time to leave. <div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-54916709218132334842011-03-09T14:13:00.000-06:002011-03-09T14:13:28.884-06:00A List<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFrpk9siXTBYLULE7pIPMrnJXdyS66izKqBj8oZ1cOnw3nWZZgsmmA9yutwvA_oviH6btJDI5gKKFRwy4ghPBIws88I8z6dUiLmd0Spz344ET4HklX3x2w9wHFfOb1lwUFVLZUlPVLmht/s1600/Cowan+tongue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFrpk9siXTBYLULE7pIPMrnJXdyS66izKqBj8oZ1cOnw3nWZZgsmmA9yutwvA_oviH6btJDI5gKKFRwy4ghPBIws88I8z6dUiLmd0Spz344ET4HklX3x2w9wHFfOb1lwUFVLZUlPVLmht/s640/Cowan+tongue.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
1. I don't feel well. <br />
I think my head my explode from all the pressure.<br />
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2. We finally got the germs out of the house.<br />
All three of us were having some sort of intestinal issues. Yuck. <br />
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3. My kidney decided to attack me and give me immense pain. <br />
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4. I did not have to cook or clean while we were sick. Yippee!<br />
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5. Les Miserables 25th Anniversary Concert was on TV this week, 3 times!<br />
I love Les Mis. <br />
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6. I saw my hubby SL get teary eyed at the end of Les Mis.<br />
Yep, he cried. So did I but I'm a girl and I cry every time.<br />
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7. I have to explain everything that is happening because SL says he can't understand what they are singing.<br />
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8. The US tour is coming somewhat close to us in May. I'm trying to get SL to make plans to go for our anniversary, which is in May.<br />
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9. It rained yesterday. We haven't had rain in many weeks. We are in a serious drought. Our rain yesterday only lasted for 2 minutes. Yes, I timed it.<br />
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10. My eyebrow is twitching. I look like a crazy person who wiggles their eyebrows. <br />
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It is time for a nap.Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-23453449504976227352011-03-03T10:52:00.001-06:002011-03-03T11:11:35.681-06:00Stylish Blogger Award<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzm3dDBjnl9FZgsSnmfIoknXOhz0DH5uBxfvWkZ0pUJ6OiYmHz599N2DU3qU7PNzIqWiKvCpZSK2qRzSNgDyQsE_3tIXYddGX8_GzTfOSqTHuMx64d7yX3ToQHj5FlltHgcRLGXLQHboCG/s1600/Stylish-Blogger%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzm3dDBjnl9FZgsSnmfIoknXOhz0DH5uBxfvWkZ0pUJ6OiYmHz599N2DU3qU7PNzIqWiKvCpZSK2qRzSNgDyQsE_3tIXYddGX8_GzTfOSqTHuMx64d7yX3ToQHj5FlltHgcRLGXLQHboCG/s200/Stylish-Blogger%255B2%255D.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
Today I would like to thank Debra over at <a href="http://debragrayelliott.blogspot.com/">Writing with Debra</a> for the Stylish Blogger Award. How sweet and thoughtful of you Debra. This should sure help me get out of my ugly fog. Be sure to head over there and say "hi" to Debra, while your there you can see who else she gave the award to.<br />
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As always there has to be rules, so here they are:<br />
1.Thank and link back to the award giver.<br />
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2. State seven things about myself.<br />
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3. Pass on the award to 15 recently discovered bloggers. <br />
(That one might be hard for me. 15 is a lot.)<br />
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Oh, the fun part seven things about myself.<br />
1. I'm a mommy to a 2 year old, "Bubba"<br />
2. I have been married for 7 years this May.<br />
3. I am a part time Pre-School teacher.<br />
4. I hate washing dishes.<br />
5. I love to bake.<br />
6. I love to listen to music, almost any kind. <br />
7. I liked Twilight. No I'm not 14.<br />
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And lastly I'm supposed to share this award with 15 other bloggers. This will be difficult for me. 15? Really? It has to be 15? I may not get all 15, sorry.<br />
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<a href="http://beautyandthegreen.blogspot.com/">Beauty and the Green</a><br />
<a href="http://seriousmrse.blogspot.com/">Do You Really Want to Know...</a><br />
<a href="http://charminglychandler.com/">Charmingly Chandler</a><br />
<a href="http://cora-heartfeltandhomemade.blogspot.com/">Heartfelt and Homemade</a><br />
<a href="http://ontheoldpath.blogspot.com/">On The Old Path</a><br />
<a href="http://myblueiris.blogspot.com/">The Blue Iris</a><br />
<a href="http://verybesthousewife.blogspot.com/">Very Best Housewife</a><br />
<a href="http://www.ourpovertywithaview.com/">Our Poverty with a View</a><br />
<a href="http://anotherchanceranch.typepad.com/">Another Chance Ranch</a><br />
<a href="http://thechaseclan.blogspot.com/">The Chase Clan</a><br />
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I didn't get to 15. My brain hurts.Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-89092056025371591362011-03-01T12:40:00.000-06:002011-03-01T12:40:58.317-06:00In a Rut<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been in a rut lately. Work, Home, Church, Work, Home, Church. Wait for Hubby to come home. Feed child. I need a break.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think winter does that to me. Can't go outside, too cold and windy. Going shopping is a big ordeal. I have to plan at least three hours to do so. 30 minutes to get to store, shop for a few hours, then 30 minutes home. Hopefully home in time before Bubba falls asleep in back seat. And with the price of gas and hour drive just to get out of the house is an expensive get away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sorry I don't mean to rant and moap, I'm just ready for spring. I'm ready to send Bubba out to play while I garden. First we need outdoor play things and gardening things. There I go again... sorry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.xataka.com/2009/07/nikon-d3000-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="http://img.xataka.com/2009/07/nikon-d3000-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Look at what my hubby bought for me. A Nikkon D3000. SL is so sweet. He must know how <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong>moapy</strong></span> I have been. My old camera was definitely on it's last life. I could no longer turn the dial myself and had to drag SL everywhere I took pics so he could turn the dial, once with his teeth. It was cheaper to buy a new camera than pay for that much dental work that would have come from a broken tooth. <br />
Now to find my muse. Clouds, Flowers, SL, Bubba, Storms...not sure yet. Send me some suggestions. I need <span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">inspiration</span>.<br />
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I still have my Prayer tab opened for any prayer requests you may have. Just send them to <a href="mailto:Boredministerswife@gmail.com">Boredministerswife@gmail.com</a>.Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-1517372794962310492011-02-21T12:21:00.000-06:002011-02-21T12:21:51.317-06:00Who... What... Where am I?<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm spent. I'm done. For now.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4NAyGg7HSnqZl-T5XkDBNDx44ZY09-uRe-C3mCghEe-KgntTl2ZU8XD2ldHrLu2LqLm2RMe0m3gpHgrZPL250B-0Cth7Nzs5jrA5rgZTA71dlZKrxqEE1T1IwP-IUYkIw1XS__xzRk3A/s1600/barn+sepia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="208" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4NAyGg7HSnqZl-T5XkDBNDx44ZY09-uRe-C3mCghEe-KgntTl2ZU8XD2ldHrLu2LqLm2RMe0m3gpHgrZPL250B-0Cth7Nzs5jrA5rgZTA71dlZKrxqEE1T1IwP-IUYkIw1XS__xzRk3A/s640/barn+sepia.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I still love to blog. I'm just not going to do it as much. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqw-VXoq1JJfpfIk16_AURfTulgScV-W9OoAJ_xCdNxWseaJaDxrxpob8i0lg_05gAK5VUDPibF-y2JnDdDPmr8OCzNLX44xmL5aYzm7oOPWLU0ePmYOa0MIN_35ApfQkanfowjFEHu-gp/s1600/barn+org.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="208" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqw-VXoq1JJfpfIk16_AURfTulgScV-W9OoAJ_xCdNxWseaJaDxrxpob8i0lg_05gAK5VUDPibF-y2JnDdDPmr8OCzNLX44xmL5aYzm7oOPWLU0ePmYOa0MIN_35ApfQkanfowjFEHu-gp/s640/barn+org.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm a mom, a wife, a teacher, a house keeper. I want to keep it that way.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wdFQpvyI_n4peYgfYB-jXzsQFKUF-sx1CF5C7grU2_QN_WsxcQAEao3K9KTGLtaR586GY8rNUfznJ4ApiFRwHPDqpqzmMb5xDXE_IXfFmBuSl-bexdckj2PuPZ8Cjcc-bUqa4r9aL01-/s1600/barn+seventies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="208" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wdFQpvyI_n4peYgfYB-jXzsQFKUF-sx1CF5C7grU2_QN_WsxcQAEao3K9KTGLtaR586GY8rNUfznJ4ApiFRwHPDqpqzmMb5xDXE_IXfFmBuSl-bexdckj2PuPZ8Cjcc-bUqa4r9aL01-/s640/barn+seventies.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I won't feel bad if I go a week without a post anymore. Other bloggers will no longer make me feel bad for not blogging everyday.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsNazj5OC3hCs3sQnK4yFTICzXUv8AIrVZQpl_pxQnS3hAWmmrw9OhGR8C4_zqyAF807owiXvnOkD6oScmDdujVw7PKb2gj5t-58Aeix5u3MNgtFCJgmAGi-sksZIKq2U1FfOpjsBLoJO/s1600/barn+heartland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="208" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsNazj5OC3hCs3sQnK4yFTICzXUv8AIrVZQpl_pxQnS3hAWmmrw9OhGR8C4_zqyAF807owiXvnOkD6oScmDdujVw7PKb2gj5t-58Aeix5u3MNgtFCJgmAGi-sksZIKq2U1FfOpjsBLoJO/s640/barn+heartland.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who cares about going to conventions and trying to get as many followers as possible. It's not me, anymore. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA_QLDXfrqH7UsjIJCJ05ge7LwtAl3m70xbhhGd1HQHzycgGWm61CO6Zm_7ppWv8lbjz4TwcX-pRw5voSiZnPP4VGgKYzS-msoLJPuB4UaQQzNytvKoSui8Sq3HwYMRbtvkwvZS20t1cL/s1600/barn1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="208" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBA_QLDXfrqH7UsjIJCJ05ge7LwtAl3m70xbhhGd1HQHzycgGWm61CO6Zm_7ppWv8lbjz4TwcX-pRw5voSiZnPP4VGgKYzS-msoLJPuB4UaQQzNytvKoSui8Sq3HwYMRbtvkwvZS20t1cL/s640/barn1.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I just got a new camera from my SL and I am going spend time learning it. I will post pics of my test subjects soon. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love to all</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">BMW</span></div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-48384887671180409332011-02-09T11:42:00.000-06:002011-02-09T11:42:50.564-06:00Livingroom Floor ConfessionsI'm exhausted. Two winter storms in one week is too much for this Texas girl. When we finally got our water back I started washing clothes and dishes. Later we heard of another storm coming like the first. I frantically washed all clothes and dishes worried that we would have frozen and busted pipes again. Plus we spent all day Sunday at church for our Superbowl chili cook off.<br />
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All of that said I have an excerpt from our first video. We get talking too much and our video became way too long so I edited this out. I still wanted to show it so here it is<br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><u>My First Time Cooking w/o My Mom</u></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Love ya Teri!</div>Tracie Hortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01383310193675724218noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739351702928828229.post-56442775094787753022011-02-04T13:34:00.000-06:002011-02-04T13:34:04.813-06:00Uncle!!!<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I call <strong><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">UNCLE</span></strong>!! No more snow...ice...really COLD!!! This Texas girl just can't handle the negative temps. This is Texas for goodness sake! <span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Something is just wrong when Alaska is 1degree <em>above</em> us.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our pipes had been freezing off and on this week. First the entire back of the house was frozen. Then part of it thawed yesterday. Yay!! The other end of it by the washer and dryer had not thawed. Last night we were woken by a strange noise around 4am. Let me tell ya how happy I was at 4am. I thought someone was breaking into my car right next to our bedroom. I jumped up put on my Uggs and ran outside ready to whip up on someone. You don't mess with my car. I <span style="color: #cc0000;"><strong>LURVE</strong></span> my car. Well, there was no one there. Weird. I was pumped full of adrenaline so there was no getting back to sleep. Well SL heard other noises as well. Our water heater was dripping onto the flame. We heard a sizzle all morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SL went to put the dogs out and low and behold we had a small lake in our back yard coming from under the house. GREAT!! <strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">The pipe burst.</span></strong> We scrambled to get the water turned off. Now we need a plumber NOW. Oh yeah and the water I saved in our bath tub was drained by our landlord. He is a wonderful man, but he left me with NO water, and SL took my car. I may have to whop up on him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Feel sorry for me yet? No? Well, I'm pretty pitiful you should. I'll throw my own pity party. Anyone else snowed/iced in can join me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm feeling really down. I just ate a muffin for lunch. This is the only thing that makes me happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We woke up to a different place. Everything was white. I would say it was quiet and still only because there were no people out, but I can't. The wind was blowing crazy hard. </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted pictures. I'm not a photographer but I love to take pictures. My camera is ok for a point-and-shoot. So I had my fleece pants with tights under, three long sleeves with hoodie on. I thought I was good. I figured there wasn't much of a difference on my skin between 6 degrees and 20 degrees. Normally there is not, but when the wind is blowing 50mph the wind chill drops to -5 degrees with lots of blowing snow it cuts through every layer I had on. I was not wearing gloves so I could handle my camera. Stupid. These were the pictures I took.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv30jlHKOrqoqQu76SjVCW1Y2tMLL04SK8MIcoVkf6NhXJh822PT0NY-i_dnVIPfRhK58kQR8d-gyL_z3znSVGJWR2NClgT4wWcUoJGv8wmq7V9wcE25ul6o1hG0GGA4lGc1s5Tua5BsGi/s1600/100_2461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv30jlHKOrqoqQu76SjVCW1Y2tMLL04SK8MIcoVkf6NhXJh822PT0NY-i_dnVIPfRhK58kQR8d-gyL_z3znSVGJWR2NClgT4wWcUoJGv8wmq7V9wcE25ul6o1hG0GGA4lGc1s5Tua5BsGi/s320/100_2461.JPG" width="320" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNYOa0C3cIHXMz8UTvwvklgNhXF0N1bdNnatenAfLrl7jFnVPNEhK5CiMKQxp2QOVnSMc78WPYk9q1LZwuzSHkhHeLZDVZIPZrTSd-Ri0RUkjYMlizo6hO88618aCd3EoVhPNE4YDqt7u/s1600/100_2462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNYOa0C3cIHXMz8UTvwvklgNhXF0N1bdNnatenAfLrl7jFnVPNEhK5CiMKQxp2QOVnSMc78WPYk9q1LZwuzSHkhHeLZDVZIPZrTSd-Ri0RUkjYMlizo6hO88618aCd3EoVhPNE4YDqt7u/s320/100_2462.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.... and then my camera froze. So did I. My hands here hurting so badly I could not get to my house fast enough. The blowing wind and snow stops you in your tracks. This is Texas right?</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now we are out of school for the third day in a row, we are having black outs, and freezing pipes. Where am I? Alaska is 1 degree colder than here right now. What?! I can't leave the house with my 2yr old. So the fever has set in. The Cabin Fever. Can't do dishes or laundry, supposed to conserve water and electricity. Maybe that is a good thing, I hate dishes and folding laundry. My husband is getting through this by sleeping. I guess he needs it. Booo... </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Silver lining I here a strange noise outside this afternoon and see this...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFrxRK3DaFFWERAPb8R8nw376zZEDWOk2yiiDPCx-fIxSU7PaMrMp9tFbLK09T0ch2dzaLs8MGQOZ2dEzZNKWnapyZIFS8UESdXDfeQBXYHKWOpllNtraNCmDVA4l6118Y6Xa9nASc6SS/s1600/100_2463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipFrxRK3DaFFWERAPb8R8nw376zZEDWOk2yiiDPCx-fIxSU7PaMrMp9tFbLK09T0ch2dzaLs8MGQOZ2dEzZNKWnapyZIFS8UESdXDfeQBXYHKWOpllNtraNCmDVA4l6118Y6Xa9nASc6SS/s320/100_2463.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was a different post for me. Cabin Fever has gotten to my head. When the snow and ice leave, things will return to normal, so will I.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you are snowed in or freezing, try your best to stay warm. God Bless You.</span><br />
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