<?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-24354076</id><updated>2012-02-01T19:32:36.466+02:00</updated><category term='son'/><category term='family'/><category term='kids'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Angie's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7813176909319378720</id><published>2012-01-31T03:55:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T04:15:48.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I found the camera cord!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm a tad behind in posting pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of them are from December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Abby with my Aunt Sharon's new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby, Harley J. Pixley.  He is ADORABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QPJavIdLSA/TydL5ss06UI/AAAAAAAAB90/jPa9oYEOnFk/s1600/DSC06775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QPJavIdLSA/TydL5ss06UI/AAAAAAAAB90/jPa9oYEOnFk/s320/DSC06775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610907711826242" /&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad on Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x247Gh11jnM/TydLuZhg7jI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NSojTfmc2tY/s1600/DSC06804.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x247Gh11jnM/TydLuZhg7jI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NSojTfmc2tY/s320/DSC06804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610713585544754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom on Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's holding the monkey clock we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got her and wearing one of Coleson's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;new shoes.  I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAbbGqCEaiE/TydLhwcZW2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/nOsnNFXL8_M/s1600/DSC06803.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DAbbGqCEaiE/TydLhwcZW2I/AAAAAAAAB9c/nOsnNFXL8_M/s320/DSC06803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610496399792994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My guys on Christmas Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when I thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie was tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9vXCracJQk/TydLR0dW50I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/TCMgJxv2GXc/s1600/DSC06778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z9vXCracJQk/TydLR0dW50I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/TCMgJxv2GXc/s320/DSC06778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703610222599661378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson on the day after his 18th birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I did not bake him a cake on the actual day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma0EgAWqwk4/TydK_vtLwhI/AAAAAAAAB9E/_l7WeNQ_1pE/s1600/DSC06824.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ma0EgAWqwk4/TydK_vtLwhI/AAAAAAAAB9E/_l7WeNQ_1pE/s320/DSC06824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703609912086217234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two nerds on nerd day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGJlMZLG66s/TydKxzIafiI/AAAAAAAAB84/xvEFgwkPljE/s1600/DSC06877.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGJlMZLG66s/TydKxzIafiI/AAAAAAAAB84/xvEFgwkPljE/s320/DSC06877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703609672487566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love how my hair and my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;position totally disguises my double chin(s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M83aQ5Rgzr4/TydKXFDU0dI/AAAAAAAAB8s/FLXqgrSkHy8/s1600/DSC06730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M83aQ5Rgzr4/TydKXFDU0dI/AAAAAAAAB8s/FLXqgrSkHy8/s320/DSC06730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703609213441593810" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24354076-7813176909319378720?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7813176909319378720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7813176909319378720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7813176909319378720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7813176909319378720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-found-camera-cord.html' title='I found the camera cord!!!!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QPJavIdLSA/TydL5ss06UI/AAAAAAAAB90/jPa9oYEOnFk/s72-c/DSC06775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6047704625457463278</id><published>2012-01-06T01:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T01:34:59.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Frustrated but Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm tired because.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*It's taking my body awhile to adjust back to a regular sleep/wake schedule after 2 weeks of staying up REALLY late every night and sleeping late every day.  Will, Luke and Abby started back to school this week so we are back to the 6:00 (or earlier) wake-up call. Ugh.  (Coleson doesn't go back for a couple of weeks.)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I started a temporary part time job this week at our host church as a secretary.  I should mention that I have never been a secretary before!  So far it's been really fun and I work with really cool people who make me laugh.  And they are forgiving when I forget how the phone system works and I disconnect people who call to speak someone at the church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm frustrated ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*About really important things like the fact that our vacuum cleaner won't pick up lint and string from the carpet or the fact that I'm WAY behind on laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*About the fact that I've yet to upload Christmas pictures from our camera to the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I'm so tired I can hardly hold my eyes open and it's only 5:00 p.m.....but as soon as 9:00 p.m. rolls around I will be WIDE AWAKE for the next two hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*God reminded me today that just like He went before the Israelites when they entered the Promised Land, He is going before me and even though they were a stiff necked people, He loved them and had a plan for them and He loves me and has a plan for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tomorrow is Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I have friends all over the world who occasionally read this blog......hello Sally, Michelle R., Shawna, Lynne, Suzie, Janet.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to prop open my eyelids and make some dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-6047704625457463278?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6047704625457463278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6047704625457463278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6047704625457463278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6047704625457463278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2012/01/tired-and-frustrated-but-happy.html' title='Tired and Frustrated but Happy'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7346898767784730054</id><published>2011-12-28T00:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:16:11.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you watched this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't normally watch or listen to the Queen's Christmas messages.....actually I never have.  But yesterday someone had this link on their Facebook page and I watched it.  I would encourage you to watch it, too.....all of it.  She explains the gospel and offers the only hope any of us have.....and that is to trust in Jesus, God's Son, who was sent to be our Savior!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though she is so dignified and formal, at the end I wanted to shout, "Preach it, sister!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also going to look for the link for President Ronald Reagan's Christmas speech from 1980.  We watched it on TV the other night.  If only we had more world leaders pointing us to Christ, the Prince of Peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PdJH53WIkLE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-7346898767784730054?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7346898767784730054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7346898767784730054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7346898767784730054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7346898767784730054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/have-you-watched-this.html' title='Have you watched this?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PdJH53WIkLE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5125359890142386953</id><published>2011-12-27T17:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T17:40:13.504+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>As the new year looms, I am thinking about what changes will take place.....some changes will be inflicted upon me/us, others will be because of our own decisions.  The ones I need to be worried about are the ones that I can/will/must make. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quit making New Year's resolutions a long time ago because I never, ever, ever kept them.  Ever.  I am terrible at setting goals for myself.  Something deep within me rebels against setting them....even if it's "I'm going to make my bed every day this year"......it feels like a heavy burden to bear.  I know I'm weird.  Maybe it's pride.....I don't want to fail, so why set myself up for it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;However&lt;/i&gt;, I am 44 years old.  It's time, way past time, for me to set some goals and work towards them.....put them on a list and scratch them off once they are accomplished.  Ugh.  *sigh*........*another sigh*.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't bring myself to make that list and put it up here.  Yet.  But soon.  I have 4 days left to make my plans, set my goals for this new year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-5125359890142386953?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5125359890142386953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5125359890142386953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5125359890142386953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5125359890142386953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-126863434691916822</id><published>2011-12-16T06:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:47:04.521+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm happy about tonight</title><content type='html'>* I spent the day today with an old friend.  Just spending time with her was like a Christmas gift.  Not to mention her squishy, sweet baby that I got to hold and kiss on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I bought some Christmas gifts today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I had a decaf Pumpkin Spice Latte with foam today.  I had not had one since the day after Thanksgiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Coleson comes home tomorrow for 1 month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The other three kids get out of school tomorrow for 2 weeks.  That means we get to sleep in!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I remembered to buy teacher Christmas gifts a few weeks before the last day of school NOT the night before like I normally do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ball Park Franks make for an easy supper after shopping all day.  Not nutritious, but easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have another day to visit with friends from Mozambique tomorrow before they drive back to North Carolina (then fly back to Mozambique next month).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We started reading &lt;i&gt;The Best Christmas Pageant Ever&lt;/i&gt; to Luke and Abby tonight.  I don't know how we have missed this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I bought something for myself at Bath and Body Works today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We watched The Charlie Brown Christmas special tonight on TV.  LOVE that show.  Although it's not quite the same without Dolly Madison commercials.  Remember those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We got an unexpected Christmas package today from good friends in Arkansas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I ordered some things online for my kid's stocking stuffers and I can't wait to get them. (I have to wait and tell you about it after Christmas.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The leaves around here are STILL beautiful.  Today it rained so the tree trunks were black and the leaves were such a vibrant orange.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*So thankful to God for His presence and blessings in my life.  I pray that you are aware of that too.  He loves you so much!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John 3:16&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/24354076-126863434691916822?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/126863434691916822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=126863434691916822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/126863434691916822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/126863434691916822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-im-happy-about-tonight.html' title='Things I&apos;m happy about tonight'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5157815162650719012</id><published>2011-12-12T20:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:31:17.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice one, Ang</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you about the other mom I met on the field trip last Friday.  The first thing she said to me after telling me her name was......."your zipper is down."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-5157815162650719012?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5157815162650719012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5157815162650719012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5157815162650719012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5157815162650719012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/nice-one-ang.html' title='Nice one, Ang'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-354159732879391426</id><published>2011-12-11T03:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:50:06.875+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and Out of Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went with Abby's class on a field trip.  I got to drive a van full of 5th grade girls around all day and it was fun.  Especially when they were all talking about how old they will be on their next birthday.  I joined in and said "well I'll be 45 on my next birthday"  to which one of the little girls gasped and responded with, "wow, you don't look that old.  I thought you were 35!"  Ha.  45 must sound ancient to them.  I know I thought it was when I was in 5th grade.  And when I was 35. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I took out my phone at lunch one of Abby's classmates said "Oh, I have a phone like that.  I got it when I was 10."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm old and have an old phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-354159732879391426?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/354159732879391426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=354159732879391426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/354159732879391426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/354159732879391426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/old-and-out-of-date.html' title='Old and Out of Date'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5583782359406118065</id><published>2011-12-01T03:39:00.031+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T04:33:06.561+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up #2 - November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nov. 1 - my parents arrived from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nairobi, Kenya for a vacation/mini furlough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fe2JBlJw_A/Ttbi-3mDAOI/AAAAAAAAB8g/LmKDNK9xrak/s1600/DSC06475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fe2JBlJw_A/Ttbi-3mDAOI/AAAAAAAAB8g/LmKDNK9xrak/s320/DSC06475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680977549677756642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my sister came from Ohio.....and we three &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls were together for the first time since 2001!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFXuBGUulaE/TtbinA36qCI/AAAAAAAAB8U/q94mu8ZVWQ0/s1600/DSC06486.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFXuBGUulaE/TtbinA36qCI/AAAAAAAAB8U/q94mu8ZVWQ0/s320/DSC06486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680977139851765794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-n0Ou3CWMM/Ttbia__2A6I/AAAAAAAAB8I/vFaAAGmjgqg/s1600/DSC06485.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-n0Ou3CWMM/Ttbia__2A6I/AAAAAAAAB8I/vFaAAGmjgqg/s320/DSC06485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680976933458150306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece Emily and I hanging out in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back of the van on the way to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't believe she turns 23 tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8q-njtFZrAc/TtbiN0d1dbI/AAAAAAAAB78/-96LF7pWtUI/s1600/DSC06489.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8q-njtFZrAc/TtbiN0d1dbI/AAAAAAAAB78/-96LF7pWtUI/s320/DSC06489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680976707024418226" /&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday before Thanksgiving we visited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our good friends, The Harrisons, in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prosper, Texas.  Our visit was too short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOjRLpUNNw8/TtbiAdjhi1I/AAAAAAAAB7w/zq7C-QftBNI/s1600/DSC06494.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HOjRLpUNNw8/TtbiAdjhi1I/AAAAAAAAB7w/zq7C-QftBNI/s320/DSC06494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680976477535963986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31GZ4uAuVfo/TtbhtfLSOrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/MAY1jcSLYUU/s1600/DSC06495.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31GZ4uAuVfo/TtbhtfLSOrI/AAAAAAAAB7k/MAY1jcSLYUU/s320/DSC06495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680976151553653426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley and Luke playing Wii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are eerily very much alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLgnng87AXw/TtbhP49ql3I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CCVbVZmNwQo/s1600/DSC06490.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLgnng87AXw/TtbhP49ql3I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/CCVbVZmNwQo/s320/DSC06490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680975643079776114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet little Chloe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb9HYzQc3os/Ttbg8xKaOsI/AAAAAAAAB7M/hJOxeLAXVPY/s1600/DSC06491.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb9HYzQc3os/Ttbg8xKaOsI/AAAAAAAAB7M/hJOxeLAXVPY/s320/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680975314568231618" /&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;Will and Kelsey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpY64P5KO0k/TtbguHy-woI/AAAAAAAAB7A/GOlEjVUB02U/s1600/DSC06493.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpY64P5KO0k/TtbguHy-woI/AAAAAAAAB7A/GOlEjVUB02U/s320/DSC06493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680975062945940098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day we drove from Prosper to Charlie's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sister Alex's house in Rowlett, Texas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Alex's sis-in-law Sassie making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sausage balls, which we consumed very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI7b7stLKPQ/TtbgZBamJQI/AAAAAAAAB60/7nspI5NsF0Y/s1600/DSC06506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hI7b7stLKPQ/TtbgZBamJQI/AAAAAAAAB60/7nspI5NsF0Y/s320/DSC06506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680974700455798018" /&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;Looking down on the living room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the "tiny" Doberman, Oso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaZR4dwQypE/TtbgDav_EQI/AAAAAAAAB6o/JQexCf0Y3qU/s1600/DSC06503.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DaZR4dwQypE/TtbgDav_EQI/AAAAAAAAB6o/JQexCf0Y3qU/s320/DSC06503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680974329299276034" /&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;Alex's husband, Lawrence, frying turkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QweOt71TplU/TtbfqRMS2LI/AAAAAAAAB6c/8gaCOe_OGww/s1600/DSC06516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QweOt71TplU/TtbfqRMS2LI/AAAAAAAAB6c/8gaCOe_OGww/s320/DSC06516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680973897236928690" /&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;Our brother-in-law Glenn enjoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the big screen TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkPt7YaqbSs/TtbfU0Ro46I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/1xgaRKJLU-A/s1600/DSC06517.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkPt7YaqbSs/TtbfU0Ro46I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/1xgaRKJLU-A/s320/DSC06517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680973528697463714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie's stepdad, James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIjxc8B9ncI/TtbfI4qzEEI/AAAAAAAAB6E/IOYJyAtgNus/s1600/DSC06515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XIjxc8B9ncI/TtbfI4qzEEI/AAAAAAAAB6E/IOYJyAtgNus/s320/DSC06515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680973323718299714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie's youngest sisters - Becca and Alex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPmy3RjRcAU/Ttbe3qYkt0I/AAAAAAAAB54/lADi28P7nMs/s1600/DSC06514.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DPmy3RjRcAU/Ttbe3qYkt0I/AAAAAAAAB54/lADi28P7nMs/s320/DSC06514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680973027825989442" /&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;Charlie's mom, Dorothy, and Alex's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mother-in-law, Belinda.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbNQrJu7sWc/Ttbeq648bKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/aysa1-Vv-5k/s1600/DSC06512.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mbNQrJu7sWc/Ttbeq648bKI/AAAAAAAAB5s/aysa1-Vv-5k/s320/DSC06512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680972808918428834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins enjoying some soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Raymond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCbIUkxzDX8/TtbeUkKjn2I/AAAAAAAAB5g/GjkMBfLc-qE/s1600/DSC06520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCbIUkxzDX8/TtbeUkKjn2I/AAAAAAAAB5g/GjkMBfLc-qE/s320/DSC06520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680972424861163362" /&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;Coleson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqiDJd0xiH8/TtbeDXRu2EI/AAAAAAAAB5U/oNPDGfDSk8g/s1600/DSC06521.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqiDJd0xiH8/TtbeDXRu2EI/AAAAAAAAB5U/oNPDGfDSk8g/s320/DSC06521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680972129343821890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz51Tuxirqw/Ttbdwh9pDFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/jw-rG7zyCNc/s1600/DSC06525.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yz51Tuxirqw/Ttbdwh9pDFI/AAAAAAAAB5I/jw-rG7zyCNc/s320/DSC06525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680971805794831442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people slipped into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving comas......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnsH39_Eodo/Ttbdj96g3lI/AAAAAAAAB48/rCQ0_wW5Yjc/s1600/DSC06510.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnsH39_Eodo/Ttbdj96g3lI/AAAAAAAAB48/rCQ0_wW5Yjc/s320/DSC06510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680971589959605842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke in his first resting place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5l_3mELu68/Ttbc_h3AROI/AAAAAAAAB4w/-zSt58hF378/s1600/DSC06508.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5l_3mELu68/Ttbc_h3AROI/AAAAAAAAB4w/-zSt58hF378/s320/DSC06508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680970963953403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resting place #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xj9kEaN0zB0/TtbcuuRusUI/AAAAAAAAB4k/NvXjB0rr2O0/s1600/DSC06527.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xj9kEaN0zB0/TtbcuuRusUI/AAAAAAAAB4k/NvXjB0rr2O0/s320/DSC06527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680970675228946754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving night we drove down to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephenville where Charlie's mom lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Bezzerwizzer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie and Coleson (and Molly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were a team.  They won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlRXhEjtIhw/TtbcXyKn4lI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/MzOAMtiiACo/s1600/DSC06536.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlRXhEjtIhw/TtbcXyKn4lI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/MzOAMtiiACo/s320/DSC06536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680970281135891026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James, Maggie and I were a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maggie didn't help us much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NP27Xyppq4/TtbcGykpteI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Ap5EePTBjeU/s1600/DSC06537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NP27Xyppq4/TtbcGykpteI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Ap5EePTBjeU/s320/DSC06537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680969989187286498" /&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;Becca and Glenn were troopers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They hate trivia games but they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;played anyway.  Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TyW_lUbO5TE/Ttbb64gbXWI/AAAAAAAAB4A/GuBCxgkxYJ0/s1600/DSC06530.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TyW_lUbO5TE/Ttbb64gbXWI/AAAAAAAAB4A/GuBCxgkxYJ0/s320/DSC06530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680969784621751650" /&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;Dorothy and cousin Scheryl were a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really good team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXnn4PO9Lik/TtbbtU_5ViI/AAAAAAAAB30/f8XyQnY-Xvo/s1600/DSC06538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXnn4PO9Lik/TtbbtU_5ViI/AAAAAAAAB30/f8XyQnY-Xvo/s320/DSC06538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680969551751763490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson and his "Tiger Tunes" smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p23gIjHPj_Q/Ttbbe5jyf1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/NVyzNjpxTvY/s1600/DSC06542.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p23gIjHPj_Q/Ttbbe5jyf1I/AAAAAAAAB3o/NVyzNjpxTvY/s320/DSC06542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680969303867948882" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday after Thanksgiving we drove up to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ft. Worth to see our old friends Tony and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackie Barrett and their girls Amy and Tory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been friends since seminary days and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are SO special to us.  Unfortunately we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only had about 3 hours with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wboh5zCUFMk/TtbbPErnenI/AAAAAAAAB3c/M8LSA8HlSMw/s1600/DSC06550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wboh5zCUFMk/TtbbPErnenI/AAAAAAAAB3c/M8LSA8HlSMw/s320/DSC06550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680969031975664242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After visiting the Barretts we drove back to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louisiana!  Whew.....we were tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday we spoke at a church in Arkansas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and forgot the camera so we didn't get pictures &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of family and 3/4's of the Sandusky family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday night Luke had a basketball game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JAyHYps6AU/TtbbBT2vfzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/KMV057wtdqA/s1600/DSC06563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JAyHYps6AU/TtbbBT2vfzI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/KMV057wtdqA/s320/DSC06563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680968795530690354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that brings us to the end of the November photos!&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/24354076-5583782359406118065?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5583782359406118065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5583782359406118065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5583782359406118065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5583782359406118065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up-2-november.html' title='Catch Up #2 - November'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2fe2JBlJw_A/Ttbi-3mDAOI/AAAAAAAAB8g/LmKDNK9xrak/s72-c/DSC06475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5200645666086488004</id><published>2011-12-01T03:13:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:37:57.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up #1...October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because our computer was sick I am way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind in posting pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oct.6th.....we celebrated Will and Maddie's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will turned 17.  Maddie (close family friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;turned 23, I think.  Fun was had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqM0E_4sv28/TtbXnylG1JI/AAAAAAAAB3E/hFDPyzYOilA/s1600/DSC06297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqM0E_4sv28/TtbXnylG1JI/AAAAAAAAB3E/hFDPyzYOilA/s320/DSC06297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680965058566739090" /&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;Homecoming Weekend at OBU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was wonderful to get together with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these friends, some I had not seen in over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 years!  I love these girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O13qn6Xq6G0/TtbXW5pKk8I/AAAAAAAAB24/PnG6_X83B7g/s1600/DSC06310.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O13qn6Xq6G0/TtbXW5pKk8I/AAAAAAAAB24/PnG6_X83B7g/s320/DSC06310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680964768405033922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some of our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l12ToeZD7iQ/TtbXEAAFxYI/AAAAAAAAB2s/JYbydMszZbE/s1600/DSC06376.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l12ToeZD7iQ/TtbXEAAFxYI/AAAAAAAAB2s/JYbydMszZbE/s320/DSC06376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680964443694286210" /&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;Next came Homecoming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weekend at Luke's school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's in 7th grade and was asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to escort one of the high school girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf3bfgIF9DU/TtbW6JpkoCI/AAAAAAAAB2g/U9QwTXhQn4U/s1600/DSC06389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf3bfgIF9DU/TtbW6JpkoCI/AAAAAAAAB2g/U9QwTXhQn4U/s320/DSC06389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680964274485501986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zONn5LbvVM/TtbWwvJvbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/k-pH77ZBAOY/s1600/DSC06408.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zONn5LbvVM/TtbWwvJvbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/k-pH77ZBAOY/s320/DSC06408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680964112753847442" /&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;Then Homecoming at Will's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school.  This was a first for my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys.  Both were asked by their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dates to wear all black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQCPGxjseyg/TtbWj0Eo86I/AAAAAAAAB2I/yYMt8CYi8-k/s1600/DSC06436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQCPGxjseyg/TtbWj0Eo86I/AAAAAAAAB2I/yYMt8CYi8-k/s320/DSC06436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680963890736329634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VfTBbLpDL4/TtbWZHsWPCI/AAAAAAAAB18/XSVmqJcv8Fs/s1600/DSC06433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VfTBbLpDL4/TtbWZHsWPCI/AAAAAAAAB18/XSVmqJcv8Fs/s320/DSC06433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680963707024587810" /&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;Will's first soccer game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was 37 degrees!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BRRRRR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4RqjcR-xHA/TtbV_cy6CnI/AAAAAAAAB1w/QR7QyQfnu8U/s1600/DSC06476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J4RqjcR-xHA/TtbV_cy6CnI/AAAAAAAAB1w/QR7QyQfnu8U/s320/DSC06476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680963266012646002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAQ8NRB1LPo/TtbVwscLoVI/AAAAAAAAB1k/c8gKnm_WmPg/s1600/DSC06483.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAQ8NRB1LPo/TtbVwscLoVI/AAAAAAAAB1k/c8gKnm_WmPg/s320/DSC06483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680963012514259282" /&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;And finally.....Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We carved a pumpkin.....a first for my kids, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have not had a fall in the U.S. since 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that fall I had just given birth so I wasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into celebrating and decorating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought our punkin' turned out cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ltrGw3xrAA/TtbVfyBlucI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/z_q6eeEo-Oo/s1600/DSC06460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ltrGw3xrAA/TtbVfyBlucI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/z_q6eeEo-Oo/s320/DSC06460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680962721955559874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/24354076-5200645666086488004?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5200645666086488004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5200645666086488004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5200645666086488004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5200645666086488004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up-1october.html' title='Catch Up #1...October!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqM0E_4sv28/TtbXnylG1JI/AAAAAAAAB3E/hFDPyzYOilA/s72-c/DSC06297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7675628276325787192</id><published>2011-11-14T00:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:21:48.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>School in Mozambique</title><content type='html'>If you'd like to see what school is like for this primary school in central Mozambique, follow this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mozamweek.blogspot.com/2011/11/escola-josina-machel-tete-yesterday.html"&gt;http://mozamweek.blogspot.com/2011/11/escola-josina-machel-tete-yesterday.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-7675628276325787192?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7675628276325787192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7675628276325787192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7675628276325787192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7675628276325787192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/11/school-in-mozambique.html' title='School in Mozambique'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-735179947685581439</id><published>2011-11-13T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:56:18.378+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in America</title><content type='html'>After having lived away from the U.S. since 1997 and raising our children outside the country, coming back and dealing with life here has been challenging at times.  We have been back to the states 3 other times since we originally left, but only for short visits and during the summer.  This is our first extended stay with older children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things have been surprising or different for our kids.  Will took a mid-term test using a scantron sheet where you don't write on the test but fill in the corresponding bubble on the scantron.  He had never taken a test using these before.  Instead of asking what to do he simply read the directions and figured it out.  Bless his heart.  He says that he asks lots of questions in Geometry (his most challenging class) and the other kids make fun of him for asking questions.  I don't get that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we are used to the layed back African way of life but I've noticed that Americans don't take time to visit with each other.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is so busy.&amp;nbsp; If they stop to visit, it's in the aisle at the grocery store or in between services and Sunday school at church.&amp;nbsp; People don't meet for coffee or lunch and if they do it has be to scheduled way in advance. &amp;nbsp;Everyone is in a hurry, always moving to the next thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also are not used to having so many things scheduled at night. &amp;nbsp;In Mozambique you pretty much stay home at night because &lt;b&gt;a.&lt;/b&gt; It's not safe and &lt;b&gt;b.&lt;/b&gt; Transportation is an issue for folks without their own car. &amp;nbsp;We are accustomed to a life where after supper you are pretty much home for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these differences doesn't (or is it&lt;i&gt; don't&lt;/i&gt;) mean that I am not enjoying life in these United States......I am, very much. &amp;nbsp;I love the convenience of foods already prepared for me. &amp;nbsp;The other night I only had a short window of time to make dinner for my family so I ran by the store and picked up tortillas, pre-cooked chicken &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; beef fajita meat, already cleaned and shredded lettuce, already grated cheese, and tomatoes (that I had to cut up myself! :-) ) and VOILA I had a great Mexican dinner in the time it took to reheat the fajita meat (which was 4 minutes!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy: American TV (HGTV, TLC, The Food Network and morning talk shows), Gain detergent, diet Dr. Pepper, the dishwasher, Pine Sol, Clorox Wipes, scented candles everywhere, getting my mail delivered to our door, very little dust, church in English, the FANTASTIC music at our host church, Christian radio in the car, oldies radio in the car, a dvd player in the car, Netflix, Hulu, Pandora, Starbucks, being able to text or call my sister or Kecia or Cindy (and now my parents) anytime I want to because we are all on the same continent and are in the same time zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not had ONE person beg from me or step in front of my car since we arrived in this country in June. &amp;nbsp;I have seen approximately 3 potholes. &amp;nbsp;The temperature in my house is controlled! &amp;nbsp;I have seen maybe 2 flies in the house since June. &amp;nbsp;I have not seen any other type of crawling or flying insect in my house since June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll be back with more observations. &amp;nbsp;But that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24354076-735179947685581439?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/735179947685581439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=735179947685581439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/735179947685581439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/735179947685581439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-in-america.html' title='Life in America'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1014971932312962256</id><published>2011-11-11T07:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:41:19.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on the Tenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to take advantage of the last 45 minutes of Nov. 10 and share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ten things I am thankful for tonight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Central heat and our gas powered fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Our computer that came home from the computer hospital yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. That my parents are in the U.S. for two months and are living across the street from us in a home provided by our host church. &amp;nbsp;For the first time since 2001 our whole family is on the same continent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Fall......I can't get enough of the beautiful trees and crispy temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will's going to play in his first soccer game in the U.S. &amp;nbsp;on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;Seeing more family this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Resale shops.......between my mom and me we have purchased a garlic press, bread pans, a brand-new-tags-still-on-it blouse, a pressure cooker, a waffle iron, dumbbells, and a book just this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pumpkin Spice cookies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-1014971932312962256?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1014971932312962256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1014971932312962256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1014971932312962256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1014971932312962256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/11/ten-on-tenth.html' title='Ten on the Tenth'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7764253340703938512</id><published>2011-10-28T17:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:25:40.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Five on Friday</title><content type='html'>Because I so greatly admire my friend Susan a.k.a&lt;a href="http://carpoolqueen.wordpress.com/"&gt; Carpool Queen&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I thought I would copy her "Five on Friday" post. &amp;nbsp;Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right? &amp;nbsp;(By the way, when I saw Susan last month at the homecoming of our alma mater, I introduced my older sons to her and when I told them she was Carpool Queen they knew exactly who I was talking about. She's famous in our home!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't post pictures on here at the moment since our computer is still in the shop. &amp;nbsp;I don't like to upload my photos to Charlie's work computer so this will, once again, be a picture-less post. &amp;nbsp;Our computer is seriously ill and needs a transplant of sorts to the tune of ......well hundreds and hundreds of dollars. So we are thinking of paying less than it would cost to fix it and just buy a new computer. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't stop talking about how much I am loving FALL! &amp;nbsp;The drive to Luke and Abby's school is out in the country and it is just beautiful. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday the temperature dropped about 10 degrees and the clouds rolled in and this morning it is cloudy and cold. &amp;nbsp;I have dreamed of experiencing fall for so long and it's just so fun to be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The McRib is back at McDonalds for a limited time. &amp;nbsp; I realize that I have friends that won't even step foot into a McDonalds. &amp;nbsp;And there many people, even McDonalds fans, who hate the McRib. &amp;nbsp;(For all two of my non-American readers, the McRib is a faux-pork rib sandwich that is dripping in Bar-b-que sauce and is served at McDonalds restaurants for a few weeks each year. &amp;nbsp;You can google a recent Time magazine article about how horribly unhealthy it is for you.) &amp;nbsp;So, it is with great trepidation that I confess that Charlie and I each ate one yesterday. &amp;nbsp;And we thoroughly enjoyed it. &amp;nbsp;You can make donations at our funerals to the American Heart Association. (P.S. We had not had one in 14 years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I realized something last night. &amp;nbsp;I think one of the reasons I dislike housework is that I am by myself when I do it and that makes me sad. &amp;nbsp;I am a people-person. &amp;nbsp;I truly believe that if I had someone (preferably a friend) come over and hang out and talk to me while I did housework I would be more productive and happy. &amp;nbsp;And maybe they could dust and sweep with me and we'd get the job done in half the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've been praying for many of my missionary friends back in Africa, and you can too!&lt;a href="http://thenalls.wordpress.com/"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Katie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;has had an especially challenging week dealing with the heat and unpredictable electricity among &lt;i&gt;other &lt;/i&gt;challenges while she maintains a busy ministry to the women in her neighborhood and is the mother of two beautiful, active little girls. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Michelle &lt;/b&gt;and her family&amp;nbsp;have been struggling with a fuel shortage for a long time as well as unpredictable electricity. &amp;nbsp;When the electricity goes off they need to use a generator to keep their appliances running (fridge and freezer!) but you have to have fuel to do that. &amp;nbsp;She home schools her kids and lives far away from support. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pam &lt;/b&gt;and her husband are currently living in a tent while they are building a house so they can be closer to the people they feel called to minister to. &amp;nbsp;Camping for a weekend in a tent is OK (even enjoyable to those who like camping) but living in one? &amp;nbsp;One of her recent Facebook statuses was "Missionaries - 4, Snakes- 0." &amp;nbsp;They had killed 4 snakes in just the last several days, one just 10 feet away from their tent. &amp;nbsp;I can think of SO many things to pray about for Pam. &amp;nbsp;And&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;then&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Becky&lt;/b&gt; is a colleague of ours who, like us, is in the U.S. right now on stateside assignment. &amp;nbsp;She just found out yesterday that one of her best friends in Mozambique - her ministry partner, translator and the first person she led to the Lord when they moved to their area - died this week - a young woman named Fatima. &amp;nbsp;Becky's heart is broken but also comforted in knowing that Fatima is with Jesus and she will see her again! &amp;nbsp;Won't you join me in praying for my sweet friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-7764253340703938512?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7764253340703938512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7764253340703938512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7764253340703938512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7764253340703938512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-on-friday.html' title='Five on Friday'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-172537546780949577</id><published>2011-10-20T05:12:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T05:17:54.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's COLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0000"&gt;*I wrote this several days ago and the little miniature elves in the computer won't let me publish this post.  Maybe it will work this time.  I'm using Charlie's computer  (grrrrrr......) which will remain nameless but it's initials are h.p..  My computer is in the shop and who knows when it will get fixed.  Here goes nothing.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's autumn up here in the northern hemisphere and we are experiencing some cooler temperatures here in Louisiana and I am loving it! (It may even get down to freezing tonight!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stores are full of halloween candy, fall decorations and PUMPKIN Pop Tarts!  I had no idea they made pumpkin Pop Tarts.  Is that a new thing?  I also love all of the fall scented candles that are available. I bought a new one today and my kitchen smells like cinnamon and apples.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to buy some new socks today.  I have been wearing flip flops for the last few years and only had a couple pairs of athletic ankle socks to wear with my sneakers for exercising.  Aren't you glad that you know that now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made baked potato soup today and it was yummy.  Tomorrow I want to make beef vegetable soup.  Vamos ver.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my dearest friends is leaving next Monday to go on a 2 week trip to Thailand and Cambodia.  Today I was watching the travel channel and this particular show was featuring strange and unusual food (to us Americans, that is) that is eaten in Cambodia......deep fried tarantulas and stir fried bat!  I sent her a text to inform her of the culinary delights that await her.  Her response was something along the lines of "ewwww". I was glad to know that the people who catch the tarantulas de-fang them before they sell them to vendors to be fried.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't you glad you stopped by to read today???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who were concerned, our sick computer is in the computer hospital and hopefully will be fixed soon.  I'm using Charlie's computer. I am not a fan of this computer. But I am thankful I have it to use and don't have to go to the library.   Edited to add:  This dumb computer will not allow me to publish this post.  AARRGGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are due to arrive in the U.S. for their mini-furlough in 13 days!!!!!  Thank you for praying for my Mom.  She is doing GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to put on my warm pajamas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-172537546780949577?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/172537546780949577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=172537546780949577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/172537546780949577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/172537546780949577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-cold.html' title='It&apos;s COLD!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6888301930662481413</id><published>2011-10-12T15:20:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T02:26:58.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In the news......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not the real news, but in my little world:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International News&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom is doing great, improving daily after her surgery last week in Kenya.  We continue to pray for her complete recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In&lt;strong&gt; Local News&lt;/strong&gt;: This is &lt;em&gt;Homecoming week&lt;/em&gt; for Will at his school and for Luke and Abby at their school.  For those non-Americans who read, this is a week set aside for special activities and on Friday there is special parade and football game where former students return (hence the name "Homecoming") to celebrate and relive their high school glory days.  Or not.  Saturday night there is a dance where students bring dates and dress up (sort of like prom but not as fancy). The girls wear huge corsages made with a mum and ribbons of the school colors and other decorative items and the guys wear some sort of corsage or arm band something or other.  During this week at school each day has a theme and the students may divert from their regularly- scheduled- uniform-wearing and don something related to the theme.  Today was western day at Will's school and Blast from the Past for Luke and Abby's.  Will wore his most western shirt with jeans and a bandana.  He was sad he had no cowboy boots.  Luke and Abby dressed in 50's style with converse all-stars, rolled up jeans and white t-shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other local news- yesterday we felt like we were back in Africa when our electricity suddenly went off and stayed off!  We later found out that an 18-wheeler had hit some large electrical something or other (I'm a vocabulary whiz today!) and knocked out electricity for the ENTIRE town!  It was off for several hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Technological News&lt;/b&gt; - in response to the death of Steve Jobs last week, our MacBook decided to die as well.  After researching the problem, things are not looking good for a resurrection.  Investigation into the death and possible miracle-working repair men continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In &lt;b&gt;Boring News&lt;/b&gt; - today is Wednesday, my unoffical clean-the-house day.  I LOVE this day - I wake up wondering what chore I can get to first.....NOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in very exciting news - COLESON comes home today for his fall break!  YAY!!!!!!!!!  I am so ready to have him home for a few days.  We have missed that boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last weekend I had a FANTASTIC time going to our university Alma Mater's Homecoming celebration.  I will post pictures as soon as I can.  Be prepared.  This big mama is even bigger.  Gag.  Barf.  BUT my beautiful friends were so much fun to be with.  Friday night we had a reunion sleep-over with 6 girls.  Some of us had not seen each other in 22 years!  We are all married, are mothers, and all have active, interesting lives.  It was so great to catch up with them.  Thankfully we did not have to dress up or wear a mum to attend the Homecoming football game (where we roasted!  It was so hot.).  We saw more old friends and stayed long enough too see fellow OBU graduate Shelly Breen, member of Point of Grace, receive the Outstanding Alumni Award.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, a post dedicated to this weekend is forthcoming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm off to clean my house.  And no, I was NOT procrastinating by writing this post.  I NEVER procrastinate.  And I LOVE cleaning house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-6888301930662481413?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6888301930662481413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6888301930662481413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6888301930662481413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6888301930662481413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-news.html' title='In the news......'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-2280540497636317429</id><published>2011-10-04T19:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T02:57:40.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting and Thinking and Cooking</title><content type='html'>So as I sit here, waiting for my mom to go into surgery in Kenya, I was thinking that instead of 10,000 miles away, Kenya might as well be 10 million miles away!  The doctors think that scar tissue from a previous surgery, years ago, could have grown and blocked her bowel. Hopefully they will be able to get in there and fix this issue.   I actually feel like I'm watching a really long episode of House and we are never going to get to the true diagnosis and treat what is wrong.  *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT God is in control.  I am trusting Him.  HE knows what is wrong and HE knows what Mom needs and HE will take care of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in honor of my mom I've put a roast in the crock pot and I'm going to make all the fixins' to go with it for supper tonight. Cooking is like therapy for Mom, so I feel close to her when I'm in the kitchen.  When she feels stressed or sad or homesick or anxious she cooks or bakes. Or if she's happy and peaceful....she cooks or bakes.  Or makes pickles or jelly or jam.  She has fed more people in their home than I could count.  So I'll go cook some more.  And wait.  And pray.&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edit:  Mom came through her very long surgery just fine.  She actually had two obstructions.  Who knew that surgery 12 years ago could affect you later??  She should be able to eat soft food tomorrow.  And speaking of eating, the roast turned out great!  Thanks for teaching me how to cook, Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/24354076-2280540497636317429?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2280540497636317429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=2280540497636317429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2280540497636317429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2280540497636317429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/waiting-and-thinking-and-cooking.html' title='Waiting and Thinking and Cooking'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6873869176543754703</id><published>2011-10-03T06:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:42:04.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes and Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer:  These are not in order of importance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Likes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That Luke is better today.  He ran fever over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I watched a TV show I missed last week online today while I folded clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That tomorrow is Bible study night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I get to visit with old college friends next weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Playing Scrabble on my Kindle.  I'm addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That it's October and was really cool tonight!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That we get to see Coleson next weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That Will turns 17 this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That last night I got to sit and visit for awhile with three women I love and have known for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*How nice and polite the young man working at Brookshires was yesterday when he took my 1 bag of ice to the car.  It was a big bag and he insisted on carrying it for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That God is showing me that some things are not as they seem. Sometimes what I think it horrible turns out to be just fine and other times something I think is great turns out to be confusing.  But I don't need to try and figure it out, I just need to trust 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;b&gt;Dislikes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That Abby started running fever today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That my Mom is in the hospital in Kenya.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I'm 10, 000 miles away from my Mom who is in the hospital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Ironing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That, at 44, I still compare myself to others.  I thought I'd be perfect by now. HA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I haven't been exercising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I've been in a slump lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I have a sewing machine and can't get motivated to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That I feel like I need a swift kick in the pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That we have been in the U.S. since June and there are still family members we haven't seen yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That Louisiana is so far away from California and Pennsylvania and Ohio and Tennessee.  And Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*That one good friend had a car accident today (she's fine) and another had a very painful gall bladder attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-6873869176543754703?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6873869176543754703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6873869176543754703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6873869176543754703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6873869176543754703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/10/likes-and-dislikes.html' title='Likes and Dislikes'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-3560215153799998761</id><published>2011-09-30T01:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:47:51.564+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>For the first time since 2001 we are in the northern hemisphere during autumn.  I love it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;candy corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pumpkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bales of hay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scarecrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mini-marshmallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lengthening shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;earlier dusk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cooler temperatures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;football games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long sleeves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dark mornings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pumpkin muffins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apple scented candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fall!&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/24354076-3560215153799998761?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3560215153799998761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=3560215153799998761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3560215153799998761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3560215153799998761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6475035581509206111</id><published>2011-09-26T16:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:51:40.298+02:00</updated><title type='text'>serious and not so serious</title><content type='html'>First the serious.  So I heard a news report today about how one province in Spain has now outlawed bullfighting and yesterday was the final bullfight in this province.  Outside there were animal rights activists protesting the bullfight where, yesterday, 6 bulls were killed.  Bulls. Really?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2007 over 1,000 children died in the U.S. as a result of abuse or neglect. Over 3,000 abortions are performed DAILY in the United States.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love animals.  But I think that animals rights and animal care has been elevated to a place that is just ridiculous.  Thousands of people - human beings - are starving worldwide and yet people are spending money on pet insurance and specialized food for their pets.  How did this happen?   What happened to Fido living outside and guarding your house and playing with your kids or even laying on his bed by the door but eating Alpo and table scraps?  Now animals in this country have a cushy, well-fed, insured life while children in Nicaragua and Mozambique live in trash heaps and eat rotten food that we would NEVER give to our pets!  Something is out of balance with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I will step off of my soap box now.  Not really sure how I got from bulls to pet insurance, but that's how my brain is working today.  It's Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now the not so serious.  I never realized that Al Roker (famous weatherman on a morning news show in the U.S. for those of you who are not familiar with American morning TV personalities) was so short!  And I think he was a lot cuter when he was fat.  Just saying.  He looks unhealthy to me.  Have you noticed that sometimes when people lose a lot of weight that they look gaunt and unhealthy and wrinkly?  Maybe subconsciously I don't want to lose weight because I know that if I did I would just look bad.  Although this fat girl is not looking too good as it is. Just saying.&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/24354076-6475035581509206111?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6475035581509206111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6475035581509206111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6475035581509206111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6475035581509206111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/09/serious-and-not-so-serious.html' title='serious and not so serious'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4205211797197158396</id><published>2011-09-19T17:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:39:41.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I apologize for these bullet point posts - but that's how my thinking is running these days- so that's what you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Last night I did my grocery shopping (at Walmart) after church, after 8:00 p.m., by myself!  I think I'm going to make this a habit.  I think there were only about 8 people at Walmart, no one was with me asking me to buy them anything, I got to take my time and I didn't have to wait in line to check out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This weekend a former student of mine, Alisha, came to visit.  I was Alisha's first grade teacher in White Settlement, Texas, way back in 1994.  She has permanent teeth now, no longer talks with a lisp and is married.   She's all grown up!  And that makes me feel very old.  It was good to see her and catch up.  She brought her wedding pictures and old middle school and high school year books so I could find other former students.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yesterday at church one of the teen girls sang and played guitar during our morning service.  She was awesome.  And it made me want to come home and pick up my guitar, which I haven't done much of in the last few months.  I think girls who play guitars and sing are so cool.  Especially when they are singing about/to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Our pastor preached two really great messages yesterday.  In the morning he was in Hebrews.  Loved this quote: "How can you say you have faith if you aren't reading God's word everyday? 'Faith comes from hearing and hearing comes from the word of God'  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;paraphrase of Romans  10:17."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*I really, really miss Coleson.  Sometimes unexpected things make me think of him and bring tears to my eyes.  The other day I saw a picture of a mom reading a Mercer Mayer book to her son and that made me cry!  I used to read Coleson a M.M. book called &lt;i&gt;All By Myself, &lt;/i&gt; everyday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; over and over.  &lt;i&gt;*sniff*&lt;/i&gt;  I miss those days.  However, I'm glad they are over, and I'm glad he can read to himself now, especially since he is reading macroeconomics and psychology these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*I'm very proud of Will who just had his first article published in the school newspaper!  I'm so glad he has an outlet (albeit, small)  for his writing skills besides his journal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*RAIN!  We got rain yesterday and we are very thankful.  Even Texas, where the wild fires have been, got rain.  Praying that they get lots more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*It's now time to stop procrastinating and go tackle the laundry which I avoided all weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Bye!&lt;/span&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/24354076-4205211797197158396?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4205211797197158396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4205211797197158396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4205211797197158396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4205211797197158396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4937076186939379918</id><published>2011-09-13T13:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:59:45.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite OBU Faculty/Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxaS67kOAtY/Tm9GK2MIpMI/AAAAAAAAByk/v3_qLM-jlF8/s1600/BlogAboutWebsite.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxaS67kOAtY/Tm9GK2MIpMI/AAAAAAAAByk/v3_qLM-jlF8/s320/BlogAboutWebsite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651813209532310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week the topic for the&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obu.edu/blogabout/"&gt; Ouachita BlogAbout &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is to write about our favorite faculty/staff.  I was a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;student at OBU from 1985 until 1990 and during those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;years I met so many great people and had so many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really great teachers/instructors/professors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, I'll pick a favorite faculty member&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and a favorite staff member,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then I'll have some honorable mentions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite faculty member was Dr. Fran Coulter.  Her wealth of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowledge just floored me. She could stand and lecture for an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hour and a half (I seemed to always get her for Tue./Thurs. classes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and never consult her notes.  I loved her classes.  And I loved her more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;after the day I took her Contemporary World final.  I zipped through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that thing and was the first one out of class, confident I had just bagged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;an A.  As I left the building and was crossing the street, I heard her call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; my name.  In my haste to get out of the final exam I had neglected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to complete one whole page of the test.  Instead of leaving it, which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;would have greatly decreased my grade, she chased me down and had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;me return to class and finish it.  I was embarrassed but so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;relieved!  Only a caring teacher would have done that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honorable mentions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Dr.  Randall Wight.  I had him for General&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psychology and Human Development.  He made me laugh and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think and examine every aspect of my life.  I came away from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every class thinking, "Dang, that man is smart!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Mr. Lavelle Cole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I always enjoyed his classes and I learned things that have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;stuck with me to this day.  He amazed me with the sheer volume &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;of factsthat he stored in his brain and the ease with which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; he communicated it to his students.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;My favorite Ouachita staff member was Mac Sisson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I worked for him my freshman year in the News Bureau.  His&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;zest for life, his laugh and the way he remembered everyone he'd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; ever met made him so fun to be around and to work for.  I remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; how much he loved his family and how much he loved OBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Honorable mentions:  Minnie in the cafeteria.  I wish I had learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;her whole name.  She made some dreary Walt's meals fun.  And my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;husband and I still try to sing like her.  He had the pleasure (?) of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;working in the cafeteria his freshman year, so he has more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Minnie memories than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And of course, my wonderful dorm moms-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Mom Rogers, Mom Chu and Mom Barksdale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;These women &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; like moms to me and I loved them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Mom Rogers comforted me when I was a very homesick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;missionary- kid- freshman.  Mom Chu fiercely loved me and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;all the girls under her care.  And Mom Barksdale was such &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;a great friend.  I loved her stories about her family, the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;she let girls take  baths in her bathtub and when she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;gave my then fiance' (now husband) a haircut in the first floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; bathroom when he was too broke to go to the barber shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-4937076186939379918?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4937076186939379918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4937076186939379918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4937076186939379918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4937076186939379918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/09/favorite-obu-facultystaff.html' title='Favorite OBU Faculty/Staff'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxaS67kOAtY/Tm9GK2MIpMI/AAAAAAAAByk/v3_qLM-jlF8/s72-c/BlogAboutWebsite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-3631536447868726552</id><published>2011-09-13T04:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T05:11:26.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mind tonight........</title><content type='html'>*First of all, I'm still in awe of the convenience foods that America has to offer.  Tonight I made a dish that I make a lot in Mozambique but I did it in half the time because of easy things - like already grated cheese.  I also forget that there are no recipes off limits to me now because I can get all the ingredients here - with no substituting!  Although, I will admit I still made "homemade" buttermilk when I made some rolls last week, but that's because I would never use a whole container of buttermilk if I bought it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We watched the final episode of "Kate Plus 8" tonight.  It did not make me sad.  I watched an episode of Sister Wives online today.  That is one strange show about polygamists in Utah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Luke is playing football and the workouts are completely wearing him out!  He has grown out of the jeans he was wearing in early summer - in the waist and in length.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Last Friday night we went to the local high school football game.  This was the first time my kids had been to a football game - ever!  I enjoyed sitting in the stands and watching people - cheerleaders, dance line, my kids, all the people around me - some dressed to the hilt in team colors, others wearing shorts and t-shirts.  And I actually watched the game, too. (I love football!)  I almost felt like I was on another planet, though.  We have been gone from American life for so long that to be a part of something so American felt a bit weird.  But a good weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We were on our first stateside assignment in 2001. I'll never forget where I was on Sept 11 and what events unfolded as we stared at the TV screen for hours, holding my 6 week old baby.  So it has been especially meaningful to be back in the U.S. for the 10th anniversary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nothing compares to Blue Bell Homemade vanilla ice cream and Hershey's chocolate syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I may never ever lose weight and may have to be buried in a coffin the size of a grand piano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*So many people complain about Walmart but I still love it.  Even when I can't find the item I'm looking for. I love it because it does not smell like the canned food aisle at Shoprite in Maputo (which for some odd reason smelled like a rotting dog ALL THE TIME), I can buy fresh, homogenized, pasteurized milk at any time day or night!  There are so many types of bread and tortillas to choose from.  There is not only sour cream AND cream cheese on the shelves but several different brands to choose from. (I rarely buy those items but when I needed them in Mozambique I always had to hunt all over town for them.)  Sometimes I feel like I walk around smiling at things like the squash and the strawberries and the ALREADY CLEANED FOR ME lettuce and baby spinach in a bag and the cereal options and frozen waffles that I did not have to make from scratch!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I called Coleson last night at 11:00 p.m. and he was at Taco Bell with his friends, scarfing food.  *sigh*  It made me miss college.  He's having a great time - enjoying (most of) his classes, playing intramural football, hanging out with new friends, and missing a certain girl in Oregon.&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/24354076-3631536447868726552?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3631536447868726552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=3631536447868726552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3631536447868726552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3631536447868726552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-my-mind-tonight.html' title='On my mind tonight........'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5999993030332983672</id><published>2011-09-06T16:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:11:35.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite OBU Memory</title><content type='html'>Today I am participating in the 2nd annual &lt;a href="http://www.obu.edu/blogabout/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;OBU BlogAbout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  This year is a special year because &lt;a href="http://www.obu.edu/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ouachita Baptist University&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is celebrating its 125th birthday!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I &lt;a href="http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/09/ouachita.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;posted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about many of my OBU memories, so it seems a bit difficult to pick a favorite one this year.   I guess looking back over those years, my favorite &lt;i&gt;group&lt;/i&gt; of memories centered around dorm life.  My freshman year I was pretty homesick and the girls on my floor (1st floor of Flippen!) really supported me, encouraged me, made me laugh and just kept me going.  There were only 12 of us - Mandy Bibbs, Angie Erwin, Amy Cray, &lt;a href="http://kecia-walkingbyfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kecia Stuart&lt;/a&gt;, Dina Teague, Kelly Crow, Susan Bridges, Stephanie Kemp, Sandra Shull, Megan McMillan and Jennifer Easter and myself- and we became a family.  We shared many a pizza and cup of hot chocolate as we congregated many nights in each others rooms to discuss life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sophomore year I was an RA in Francis Crawford.  Mom Chu was our dorm Mom and she kept us in line, for sure!  We were her "guhls" and she protected us.  Once she even defended me to Walt Keough after I got in trouble for throwing balled up napkins in the cafeteria! I lived on a much bigger floor in Francis Crawford,  but was still blessed by friendships - especially with my roommate &lt;a href="http://kecia-walkingbyfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kecia Stuart&lt;/a&gt; plus girls down the hall like Karen Crouch, Shannon Woodfield, Kim Herndon, Molly Mitchell, and Peggy Tackett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My junior and senior year I was blessed to live in O.C. Bailey which, at that time was, in my opinion, the best dorm on campus.  It had recently been refurbished and was bright, clean and smelled good (up until someone poured deer scent on the carpet on our floor as a nice little prank!).   Kecia and I lived on the third floor on the side closest to Conger.  Many memories were made on that floor!  Sharing a bathroom was not even a big deal because everyone was pretty easy to live with.  By this time our classes and schedules were more demanding so we actually spent less time in the dorm, but the time that was spent there was fun.  Conversations became more intense as we talked about future marriage (some of us were engaged), careers, job opportunities, places to live, family issues, boyfriend problems, death, birth, decision making and love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little over two weeks ago we helped move our oldest son into the freshman boys dorm at OBU (which, oddly enough is Flippen-Perrin!).  Before he moved in I spent a lot of time telling him about how much fun dorm life can be because that's what it was like for me.  I pray that he meets as many wonderful people as I did and makes as many great memories that will warm his heart for years to come.&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;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/24354076-5999993030332983672?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5999993030332983672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5999993030332983672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5999993030332983672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5999993030332983672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-favorite-obu-memory.html' title='My Favorite OBU Memory'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5375684326479062299</id><published>2011-08-30T04:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T04:54:37.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Curiosity</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed that I have a live traffic feed over on the right on this page.  I get visits but not many comments, which is cool since I stalk lots of blogs and rarely comment.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I am curious as to who stops by.  If you have stopped by this blog today would you leave a comment and just say where you are from?  You don't have to have a blog to comment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-5375684326479062299?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5375684326479062299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5375684326479062299' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5375684326479062299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5375684326479062299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/08/comment-curiosity.html' title='Comment Curiosity'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5202170470104178974</id><published>2011-08-29T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:40:58.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>More things I'm enjoying about America</title><content type='html'>* Going to Walmart late on a Sunday night to pick up milk and cereal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Friends with Netflix who can order a movie to watch on their TV  with an app on their phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Clorox wipes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The dishwasher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The dryer and dryer sheets.  My laundry smells so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm still enjoying the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a kid update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coleson had a great first week of college.  He's feeling a bit overwhelmed trying to figure out his schedule with classes and a work study job.  But he has managed to join a group who will perform for Tiger Tunes (if you don't know what this is, look up OBU Tiger Tunes on YouTube) and join an intramural football team.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will tried out for the soccer team at Minden High and still gets asked everyday why he's not playing football.  He also joined the school newspaper and is making new friends every day.  America is still a strange place to him but for the most part he is enjoying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke is now in 7th grade (they allowed him to move up a grade) and is enjoying it.  He LOVES his teachers.  Yesterday he went with the new 7th graders at church for lunch and indoor putt-putt golf and had a blast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby likes school although she says the 9 boys in her class (and only 4 girls) are annoying. She is adjusting well.  She is enjoying playing with all the birthday presents she received a few weeks ago.  So far she doesn't have much homework.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, gotta go.....my dryer is beeping!&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/24354076-5202170470104178974?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5202170470104178974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5202170470104178974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5202170470104178974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5202170470104178974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-things-im-enjoying-about-america.html' title='More things I&apos;m enjoying about America'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4938881841860823479</id><published>2011-08-24T15:09:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:34:04.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In.......with totally out of order pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday we moved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson into his dorm at OBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;After I had taken about 8 pictures the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;battery on our phone died and the alternate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;battery was in the car which was parked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;far, far away and no one wanted to go get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;And, when I upload pictures onto blogger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I sometimes load them in the wrong order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;and I don't know how to move them around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson unlocking his door!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh50kadLGF0/TlT6OFehV8I/AAAAAAAAByc/KiAGy1Ntofc/s1600/DSC06105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh50kadLGF0/TlT6OFehV8I/AAAAAAAAByc/KiAGy1Ntofc/s320/DSC06105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644411352897378242" /&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;Friends came by to visit -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nancy, whose family is on stateside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;assignment from South Africa, and Sean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their son who just graduated in May from OBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGlwpdRaFcs/TlT6ESBLZcI/AAAAAAAAByU/jUCt4vFkHyI/s1600/DSC06112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGlwpdRaFcs/TlT6ESBLZcI/AAAAAAAAByU/jUCt4vFkHyI/s320/DSC06112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644411184465274306" /&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;Moving stuff in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94EKH7mqJ_A/TlT516NeUzI/AAAAAAAAByM/Sg-JtMgjs_Q/s1600/DSC06106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94EKH7mqJ_A/TlT516NeUzI/AAAAAAAAByM/Sg-JtMgjs_Q/s320/DSC06106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644410937556226866" /&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;This is after his bed is made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHB-puf_bvM/TlT5ozzS1EI/AAAAAAAAByE/hFpbHC1M-5E/s1600/DSC06111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHB-puf_bvM/TlT5ozzS1EI/AAAAAAAAByE/hFpbHC1M-5E/s320/DSC06111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644410712497509442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson, Paul and Nathan putting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;together a shelf.  Notice the beds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the back are bunked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yI4pR6ERREs/TlT5dJe7JpI/AAAAAAAABx8/X9DuKkW1d28/s1600/DSC06113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yI4pR6ERREs/TlT5dJe7JpI/AAAAAAAABx8/X9DuKkW1d28/s320/DSC06113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644410512159221394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to park in front of the dorm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTnyPXTt58E/TlT5Nt8QfII/AAAAAAAABx0/ENNA_PVT6kk/s1600/DSC06100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTnyPXTt58E/TlT5Nt8QfII/AAAAAAAABx0/ENNA_PVT6kk/s320/DSC06100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644410247068023938" /&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;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrwlmZZQoDs/TlT5Cc_KGJI/AAAAAAAABxs/KiKBHx1IJzQ/s1600/DSC06102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VrwlmZZQoDs/TlT5Cc_KGJI/AAAAAAAABxs/KiKBHx1IJzQ/s320/DSC06102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644410053538224274" /&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;Let us out.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4xv9Q8-yuw/TlT43R7gE5I/AAAAAAAABxk/1yVYYgvz-Ek/s1600/DSC06103.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4xv9Q8-yuw/TlT43R7gE5I/AAAAAAAABxk/1yVYYgvz-Ek/s320/DSC06103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644409861591536530" /&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;because all 4 of us have been crammed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the back seat for 2 and a half hours!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gshmjx6zXDI/TlT4uQ6B7pI/AAAAAAAABxc/l9LMkM0Yidg/s1600/DSC06098.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gshmjx6zXDI/TlT4uQ6B7pI/AAAAAAAABxc/l9LMkM0Yidg/s320/DSC06098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644409706698108562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MK cousins:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Kimberly, Paul, Nathan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson and Will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kimberly is a current OBU student,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nathan is going to school in Texas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul and Coleson are roommates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will, 10th grader, was mistaken 5 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that day as an incoming freshman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVAtsSovRck/TlT4Q3OZeRI/AAAAAAAABxU/goqz3Q68TKU/s1600/DSC06115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVAtsSovRck/TlT4Q3OZeRI/AAAAAAAABxU/goqz3Q68TKU/s320/DSC06115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644409201588009234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24354076-4938881841860823479?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4938881841860823479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4938881841860823479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4938881841860823479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4938881841860823479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-inwith-totally-out-of-order.html' title='Moving In.......with totally out of order pictures!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh50kadLGF0/TlT6OFehV8I/AAAAAAAAByc/KiAGy1Ntofc/s72-c/DSC06105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6772304614957498877</id><published>2011-08-19T03:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T03:42:45.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he ready?</title><content type='html'>Day after tomorrow we take Coleson to college.  This a.m. I had a little panic moment, wondering if we have taught him everything we should have.  Have we missed something major?  Of course we have, we aren't perfect parents.  But, I do hope we've covered most of the big things.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have such mixed feelings....I'm so happy and excited for him.  And I feel sad and deflated, like my job is over.  Which it's not.  We have three other children at home to love and teach and nurture and instruct and discipline.   But the reality of Coleson leaving makes me feel tired.  This is new territory.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-6772304614957498877?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6772304614957498877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6772304614957498877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6772304614957498877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6772304614957498877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-he-ready.html' title='Is he ready?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8568854776676693261</id><published>2011-08-11T15:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:22:58.180+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lechner Update</title><content type='html'>We are in our 9th week of our stateside assignment.  It's hard to believe that we've been back in the U.S. over 2 months!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are sitting in the middle of a heat wave here in the south having experienced over 100 degree Farenheit temps for the past 40 something days.  People ask us if it gets this hot in Mozambique.  Our answer is yes but after a couple of days of this kind of heat it rains and cools things off for awhile, or at least in Maputo that's what happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in back-to-school mode right now.  Will left this morning for his first full day at Minden High School.  He is being heavily recruited by the football coaches but so far is resisting.  They use the block system here and would you believe football is a class and would be the last class of the day, if he played, making up 1 of his 4 classes??  The "block system" is quite different and we are curious to see how it will work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke and Abby are registered at Mt. Olive Christian School, a small school about 20 miles outside of Minden.  We chose Mt. Olive because they could continue with the ABeka curriculum they are used to and Mt. Olive has smaller classes.  We felt that this would be a better school experience for them since they have never been to school in the U.S. before.  They don't start until Aug. 22 so they have a few more mornings to sleep late.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coleson moves into the dorms at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obu.edu/"&gt; Ouachita Baptist University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on August 20.  His pile of things to take is growing.  This past weekend he attended a re-entry retreat hosted by &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wmu.com/"&gt;WMU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for missionary kids returning to the U.S. for college.  He enjoyed being with many of his southern Africa MK buds and making new friends as well.   I think I'm still in denial that he's actually moving out of our home.  I have warned him that there will be tears on move-in day.  He warned me that they won't be coming from him! :-)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie and I have enjoyed a light schedule this summer as far as speaking engagements go but that is about to change as our calendar is filling up.  We are excited to tell people about what God is doing in Mozambique and about how they can be a part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point the feasting on American food is going to stop as our waistlines are expanding.  It's not a good thing to add to the 25 lbs or so I have put on in the last 3 years.  UGH.  I really had hoped that Jesus would return and I'd have my glorified body before I had to embark on some serious exercise and correct eating.  But as of Aug. 11, 2011, at 9:16 a.m. CST that has not happened.  Dang it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there - you are updated on us.  And if you think about it, pray for us on Aug. 20. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-8568854776676693261?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8568854776676693261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8568854776676693261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8568854776676693261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8568854776676693261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/08/lechner-update.html' title='Lechner Update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4874927831083532287</id><published>2011-08-02T18:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:01:11.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9oWhL_GsA_E/TjgrJsoiFzI/AAAAAAAABxE/5mqmz37RVEI/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9oWhL_GsA_E/TjgrJsoiFzI/AAAAAAAABxE/5mqmz37RVEI/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636302379254159154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is Coleson's artsy photo of Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this morning, opening her presents.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe she is 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double digits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's growing up fast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; her brothers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;math, dogs, crafts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cooking, stuffed animals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barbies, Littlest Pet Shop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chocolate, iCarly, Disney Channel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;babies, swimming, coffee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little children, shoes, movies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reading, ice cream, and hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love you Abs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-4874927831083532287?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4874927831083532287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4874927831083532287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4874927831083532287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4874927831083532287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/08/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9oWhL_GsA_E/TjgrJsoiFzI/AAAAAAAABxE/5mqmz37RVEI/s72-c/IMG_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8501028371592782284</id><published>2011-07-27T04:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T05:15:34.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random update</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the heating coil in the bottom of a dishwasher gets VERY hot while it's washing your dishes?  And did you know that if you accidently touch it it will burn the skin off of your fingers?  I found this out last night.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we got library cards!  This is the first time we have visited the library in the U.S. since 1997.  Luke, Abby and I got cards and enjoyed browsing through the shelves.  I was thrilled to find one of my favorite British murder mysteries on dvd to check out!  We spent quite a bit of time in the kid's books so I'm looking forward to going back by myself to browse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coleson goes to college in 25 days!  YIKES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-8501028371592782284?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8501028371592782284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8501028371592782284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8501028371592782284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8501028371592782284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-update.html' title='Random update'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-2749493941772623694</id><published>2011-07-14T05:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T05:44:15.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things We've Been Enjoying Lately</title><content type='html'>*Visiting with family we haven't seen in about 3 years and friends we hadn't seen in about 15!&lt;div&gt;*Celebrating the 4th of July in the United States of America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Salad with baby spinach, strawberries and blueberries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Having plenty of places to stop for potty breaks on our recent car trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Driving and riding in my sister's (little red) Corvette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Air conditioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cable TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Visiting eastern Pennsylvania......it's my new favorite place in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Seeing fireflies (actually I call them lightning bugs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hearing cicadas at night.  They sound different than the fruit bats we hear at night in Moz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Texting my sister almost everyday.&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/24354076-2749493941772623694?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2749493941772623694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=2749493941772623694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2749493941772623694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2749493941772623694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-weve-been-enjoying-lately.html' title='Things We&apos;ve Been Enjoying Lately'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8633061503685658711</id><published>2011-06-22T14:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T15:04:36.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in America</title><content type='html'>I have been a negligent blogger!  We arrived back in the U.S.A. a week and three days ago.  After being away for 3 plus years, it's always interesting to see what things make an impression on us, especially to our children.  The number one thing everyone noticed at first was how soft the toilet paper is!  (It's those little things in life that matter, folks!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a quick list of things that I am noticing and/or enjoying about being back in the land of my birth:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am enjoying going grocery shopping and &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;smelling an odor that makes me think something died on that aisle (just remembering Shoprite in Maputo and the canned veggie aisle!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Many TV channels......especially TLC.  I have missed that channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Driving an automatic transmission is so wonderful!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Driving and NOT dodging potholes is also wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Going to really gross bathrooms in Africa prepared me for the bathrooms at Walmart.  Just sayin'.  (However, just to clarify, South African gas stations have &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; cleanest bathrooms of any place I've ever been.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Chick-fil-A is just as divine as I remembered.  And their bathroom was clean! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sonic Happy Hour rocks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Louisiana in the summertime is JUST AS HOT as Maputo, Mozambique in the summertime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am on the same continent as my sister, brother, aunts, uncles and cousins!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Target is fantastic.  Super Target........I think I heard the angels singing as I entered the doors!  (And their bathrooms were pretty clean.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Homogenized, Pasteurized, non-UHT MILK! Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*So many cereal choices that is boggles the mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Realizing last night as we planned an upcoming road trip that we don't have to buy all of our snacks/drinks before we leave but we can actually stop at places along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*African bananas taste better than bananas bought in America.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Using the dryer doesn't blow the breaker.  And we can use our electric kettle and toaster at the SAME TIME in the kitchen and not blow a breaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Getting a new driver's license at the Dept. of Motor Vehicles was amazingly easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Charlie found a watch battery for my watch at Walmart. (After having searched all over Maputo AND in Johannesburg!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I feel very vulnerable and exposed when I open our front door and there's not a security gate nor a wall or high fence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I had forgotten that you pay at the pump for gas.  And you pump it yourselves.  And it's so expensive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Free refills!  I'm not sure this concept will ever catch on in Africa.&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/24354076-8633061503685658711?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8633061503685658711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8633061503685658711' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8633061503685658711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8633061503685658711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-in-america.html' title='Back in America'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8458026122909512610</id><published>2011-06-08T13:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T13:40:27.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Sleeps</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Deanna, that I am counting down the days till we fly out on Sunday.  Mostly I do it because I have to be mentally prepared for these things.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we've been up to since I last posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I have been busy packing suitcases and packing our things up to store in our house while we are gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My parents are here visiting, combining a work trip with a visit with us.  They were able to be here for Coleson's graduation last week.  We are loving having them here.  And today my Mom is cooking and baking.  Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My kids have been busy trying to get in last minute visits with friends before we go.  We let Abby go on back-to-back sleepovers last week on Friday and Saturday night.  By Sunday night she was so toxic that I was regretting that decision.  However, she had a LOT of fun with her friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Coleson's graduation was a really fun night.  He gave the valedictory speech and did a great job.  I only cried a little bit.  The party after was a lot of fun, too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Will was stopped by the police yesterday on his way to a pizza place with a friend.  They were just walking down the street and while passing a group of police officers, the police stopped Will and asked to see his documents.  He explained that they were at home.  They asked him where he worked and didn't believe him when he said he was just 16 and a student (he's 6 ft. 4).  They asked him if he had any drugs on him.  He said he emptied his pockets twice trying to show them he had NOTHING.  Finally they let him go.  He was pretty rattled after that and has decided to stay put in the house until we fly out on Sunday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I got a pedicure yesterday afternoon.  It was a luxurious splurge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sunday we went to church in Matola Rio where Charlie preached then was told at the end of the service that he would be leading a baby dedication.  It was his first one to do here in Mozambique.  He did well except he kept calling the baby "menina" (girl) until finally someone whispered to him that the baby was a "menino".  He just looked down at the baby and said, "Desculpa, Senhor"  (I'm sorry, sir) and kept on going.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Now I'm wasting time writing this when I should be packing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tchau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-8458026122909512610?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8458026122909512610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8458026122909512610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8458026122909512610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8458026122909512610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/06/four-sleeps.html' title='Four Sleeps'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-32050881929977361</id><published>2011-05-23T21:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:56:47.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown and sad news</title><content type='html'>The countdown has begun.  Actually it began 5 weeks ago when I made a big, homemade, poster-sized calendar and put it up on the wall in our dining room so I could see just how much time we had before May 21st when the world was going to end.  NOT! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm a visional learner and I need to see just how many days/squares I have to get things done before our departure date of June 12.  However, now I try NOT to look at it because the days are dwindling down and there's still so much to do!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now we have 23 days/squares left.   There are 7 days/squares from now Coleson graduates.  GRADUATES.......from high school.  Wasn't he just 3 like five years ago??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am making progress, though.  Today I worked (in my pajamas) packing up books and cleaning out several cupboards in the kitchen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we also received the sad news that my Uncle JC died this morning in Little Rock, Arkansas, where he had been hospitalized.  He was a walking miracle.  He should have died in 1979 when he had a massive heart attack.  God graciously gave him 32 more years, with some more near-death experiences over the course of those years.  He certainly did not live those years sitting in a chair, doing nothing.  He was very active and lived a life of service to others through his church and in his community.  I will always remember his voice and the way he told stories.  I loved the way he teased me.  When I was really young he smoked a pipe and I loved the way it smelled.  He and Aunt Noni were a great team. They raised two sons.  They faithfully served together in their church.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad I got to see him last year.  We sat around their dinner table, laughing and talking and stuffing ourselves with Aunt Noni's delectable food.  Uncle JC loved the Lord and I am thankful that I will see him again.  &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/24354076-32050881929977361?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/32050881929977361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=32050881929977361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/32050881929977361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/32050881929977361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/05/countdown-and-sad-news.html' title='Countdown and sad news'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6907683256806348272</id><published>2011-05-17T10:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:04:55.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Crazy Around Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We leave for our furlough/stateside assignment in 4 weeks.  Our house has to be completely packed up before then.  While some things are packed, we still have a LONG way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've been trying to purge and sell things we don't need anymore and won't need in the future.  My belief is that if it's been in a box for 5 years there's a pretty good chance I won't ever need it again.  I'm also trying to adopt Kecia's mantra:  "Fight the hoard!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Our oldest child graduates from high school in 2 weeks.  I don't feel old enough or emotionally mature enough to be the mother of a high school graduate.  Or a college freshman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We will be having house guests in the midst of all the packing.  And that's OK as long as they don't mind the mess and the boxes and the piles.  They all have been forewarned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Did I mention that my house is full of messes, boxes, and piles of junk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Oh, I forgot - we'll be hosting a graduation party on the night of graduation, in the midst of the mess and boxes and piles.  Hopefully things will look a little better around here by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I had an indoor "jumble sale" and got rid of a lot of things but I need to have another one.  Our verandah is full of things that must go!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I am slightly worried about how we  accumulated SO MUCH junk!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Our washing machine broke 2 weeks ago.  It's still under warranty so it's in the shop.  If after 3 weeks it can't be fixed then we get our money back or a new machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*In the meantime I've hired a lady to come to our house 3 days a week to wash our clothes by hand.  She does a good job and is fast!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We recently passed some kind of illness around our family.  I thought I would be spared but I got a mild version of it last week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I'm not sleeping very well.  And every time I sit still during the day  I fall asleep.  I've been trying hard to NOT nap in the daytime so I can sleep all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My Uncle JC is in ICU in Little Rock on a ventilator and things are not looking good.  He recently had surgery and was starting treatment for skin cancer but that has been overshadowed by his congestive heart failure.  We are praying for the whole family and wishing we could be near to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*All my clothes are falling apart yet I dread going clothes shopping in America in &lt;b&gt;4 weeks!!!&lt;/b&gt;  Is there a Mu-Mu's R Us?  Or a Toe-Sack Dress.com???  Because that's all I think I will be able to find to fit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-6907683256806348272?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6907683256806348272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6907683256806348272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6907683256806348272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6907683256806348272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-are-crazy-around-here.html' title='Things Are Crazy Around Here'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8021797687773787385</id><published>2011-04-25T12:26:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:05:30.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I am back after a very long hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had so many ideas for posts but just didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take the time over the last few, very busy, weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to write anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I last wrote, we went to Malawi for a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for our annual meeting with other missionaries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from Mozambique, Malawi and part of Zambia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This involved driving from Maputo to Johannesburg,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;South Africa then flying to Malawi then taking a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bus to our meeting place.  It was quite the trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our meeting, which took place on the shores of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Lake Malawi, was a great time of fellowship and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;refreshment.  Thanks to the Nalls for this photo of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our family.  I still haven't uploaded ours pics from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; our camera. This picture was taken the day we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were leavingMalawi.  Do you notice anything about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my kids??They are growing up very fast!!! And the two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; biggest ones are very tall and very hairy. And very sweet. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The tall one on the far left graduates from high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; in a few weeks......but I'm not thinking about that right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CTl26a_w_A/TbVMkSqTkkI/AAAAAAAABw4/FkthFkoac6U/s1600/IMG_1541.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CTl26a_w_A/TbVMkSqTkkI/AAAAAAAABw4/FkthFkoac6U/s320/IMG_1541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599465898073363010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our week in Malawi we flew back to Johannesburg, South Africa for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;week of doctor's appointments, bloodwork, shots, etc..  We saw pediatricians,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GPs, optometrists, dentists, dermatologists, and the nurse at the travel clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's where we went to have our immunizations updated. That was a doozy of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a day!  Abby fared the best with only having to have 4 injections, Coleson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got 5 and the rest of us 6 .....three in each arm!  We were quite sore the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully by the end of the week we were all declared healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and were able to return to Mozambique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since returning, we have passed around some illness.  At first we thought it was a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reaction to one (or more) of the immunizations, which I guess it could be. Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;severalus have been struck with similar symptoms over the last 3 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I'll spare you the details.) Hopefully Luke, who is home today from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; school with symptoms, will be the last one to be sick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another exciting bit of news is that my good friend Deanna, author of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recycledlovelies.com/"&gt;Recycled Lovelies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and her family have moved back to Mozambique.  They lived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here for 3 years then moved back to the states in 2007.  We are REALLY glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are back.  I'm excited to see what kinds of things she will recycle and make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovely here in Mozambique.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last, but not least,  I've had a birthday since I last wrote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#44&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCvyTU2Tsno/TbVMcmDyIxI/AAAAAAAABww/EogiJA0H6rA/s1600/217026_2025069345733_1213983159_32468784_6538894_s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 98px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCvyTU2Tsno/TbVMcmDyIxI/AAAAAAAABww/EogiJA0H6rA/s320/217026_2025069345733_1213983159_32468784_6538894_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599465765841543954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I like this picture, the shadows cover up my chins!)&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/24354076-8021797687773787385?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8021797687773787385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8021797687773787385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8021797687773787385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8021797687773787385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/04/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--CTl26a_w_A/TbVMkSqTkkI/AAAAAAAABw4/FkthFkoac6U/s72-c/IMG_1541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-156133446785197025</id><published>2011-03-14T13:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:07:34.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02AVaaxInCc/TX4EusRZ_2I/AAAAAAAABwo/tvT46oH8Ju0/s1600/24041_10150166992700397_585220396_11786587_1456558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02AVaaxInCc/TX4EusRZ_2I/AAAAAAAABwo/tvT46oH8Ju0/s320/24041_10150166992700397_585220396_11786587_1456558_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583905788190654306" /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3AyQYUICbw/TX4Bs3SonvI/AAAAAAAABwg/WYJX0fmf5-4/s1600/image.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3AyQYUICbw/TX4Bs3SonvI/AAAAAAAABwg/WYJX0fmf5-4/s320/image.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583902458253975282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;My sister, Amy, was diagnosed with MS about 8 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;  She wrote the following on the National MS Facebook page.  If you can, please join others in walking for a cure for Multiple Sclerosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I wish I was in the states right now so I could join in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div id="id_4d7e01d79191d7593606239" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MS - my Facebook Friend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so Multiple Sclerosis sent me a “Friend Request” in the fall of 2003. It would have been nice to have an “Ignore” button but “Accept” was my only option. Easier said than done. My new “friend” liked to play evil tricks on me. Jabbing my feet with needles, convincing my muscles to spasm, just for “kicks”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok that was bad - but you get the picture, right? I certainly didn’t “Like” what was going on. I’ve been fortunate to “hide” these ugly posts by exercising, eating better, getting plenty of rest, and taking my medication faithfully. While I still have my ups and downs, I choose to live in what I call Healthy Denial - pushing MS to the back of my mind. HOWEVER there are MANY who struggle with MS on a daily basis - MS has “hacked” their page and causes MISERY. Here’s where YOU come into this story! By supporting the National MS Society - you can help. The Society helps in everyday needs of those who struggle, from providing transportation to building ramps. They also fund important RESEARH to find a CURE. Here’s what you do: participate in the Walk MS event, make a donation, or even volunteer at your local Society chapter! I’m walking in WalkMS 2011 in Toledo, Ohio on April 10. Please JOIN my team “Amy’s Facebook Friends for the Cure” or help our team’s effort by making a monetary donation. With YOUR much appreciated HELP our HOPE is to “Unfriend” MS forever!! Now that’s something to “LIKE” !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;a class="external UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" href="https://secure3.convio.net/nmss/site/Donation2?df_id=34648&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=9189366&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;amp;FR_ID=16909&amp;amp;s_subsrc=bfgetwordout&amp;amp;s_src=boundlessfundraising&amp;amp;ref=nf" title="" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;251c3&amp;quot;, event, bagof(null));" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; margin-right: 10px; "&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="https://www.facebook.com/app_full_proxy.php?app=46244889033&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=z&amp;amp;cksum=510358fc770ce38edadbdb9580fdf25c&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fapps1.boundlessfundraising.com%2Fwalkms%2Fimages%2Ficon.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; max-height: 90px; max-width: 90px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content fsm fwn fcg" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;div class="uiAttachmentTitle" style="word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure3.convio.net/nmss/site/Donation2?df_id=34648&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=9189366&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=20&amp;amp;FR_ID=16909&amp;amp;s_subsrc=bfgetwordout&amp;amp;s_src=boundlessfundraising" rel="nofollow" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;251c3&amp;quot;, event, bagof(null));" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;National MS Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-156133446785197025?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/156133446785197025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=156133446785197025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/156133446785197025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/156133446785197025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/ms-walk.html' title='MS Walk'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02AVaaxInCc/TX4EusRZ_2I/AAAAAAAABwo/tvT46oH8Ju0/s72-c/24041_10150166992700397_585220396_11786587_1456558_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8548708503781468925</id><published>2011-03-12T09:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:02:09.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell relief?</title><content type='html'>Even though we've lived overseas for 13+ years now, I am still sometimes struck by the differences in the culture I presently live in.  Buying painkiller is one such difference.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In America, if you want to buy a painkiller you just go to your local store and choose what brand you want off the shelf and chuck it in your shopping cart.  I like to buy the big bottles of the store brand that will last me a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I needed to buy ibuprofen.  The only place to buy it here is at the pharmacy. There is literally a pharmacy on every corner in this city.  I went to the one next to my favorite little grocery store since I needed to pick up a few things there as well.  Which this little &lt;i&gt;supermercado&lt;/i&gt; deserves a blog post all on it's own, but that's a story for another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood in line behind 4 people and waited my turn to talk to the pharmacist because everything in the pharmacies here is behind the counter, even band-aids and baby spoons.  When it was my turn I asked the pharmacist for ibuprofen.  He asked me if I wanted pills (as opposed to liquid) and I said yes.  He grabbed two boxes off the shelf and showed me two cards of sealed pills.  He said,  "This one is from Turkey and this one is from Portugal."  Both contained pills that were 400 mg each.  The ones from Turkey were big and pink, the ones from Portugal were shaped like capsules which I thought would be easier to swallow.   (We get medicine here from many different countries.  We have been warned by medical professionals as to which countries to avoid, so I guess that's why he told me where they were manufactured.)   I picked the ones from Portugal (based on their shape, only)  and asked if I could buy two cards  - each card contains 20 pills.   Then the pharmacist tells the cashier girl who is about 5 steps away how much to charge me (156 Mts = US $5).  I paid her then went back to him to get my pills.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just seemed a little complicated to buy painkiller.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-8548708503781468925?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8548708503781468925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8548708503781468925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8548708503781468925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8548708503781468925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-do-you-buy-ibuprofen.html' title='How do you spell relief?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-551918777797031303</id><published>2011-03-09T10:09:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:21:40.774+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandom Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyPJ8pd1pzA/TXdCVG_t7VI/AAAAAAAABwQ/2MsAk7Xkrq4/s1600/elmer-fudd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyPJ8pd1pzA/TXdCVG_t7VI/AAAAAAAABwQ/2MsAk7Xkrq4/s320/elmer-fudd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582003193571568978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to Wandom Wednesday!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was drying my hair this morning I mentally wrote a really funny post.  But that was 2 hours ago and because, as you&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-older.html"&gt; remember &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I'm old(er) and have no short term memory left, I have totally forgotten all the amusing things I was thinking of.  But at least I remember that I had a good idea, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope no one thought I was kidding when I &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-older.html"&gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; about my UNWANTED facial hair because I wasn't.  It is the bane of my existence.  Well maybe not that bad, but it drives me crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last time we were in the U.S.A. for our furlough/stateside assignment  I was so excited to go to my first ever Pampered Chef party with my sister.  One reason being that I heard there was really good free food at these parties and I had always wanted to own some Pampered Chef items.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My sister only barely knew two people at the party (Of course, one was the hostess who had invited her, otherwise we would have been crashing a Pampered Chef party and I don't think that would have been socially acceptable, right?)  Anyway, we sat in the back of the room with our order forms, filling them out as quickly as possible,  totally ignoring the lovely presentation going on in the front of the room.   Finally, when we were done and we meandered up near the (free) food I was so disappointed to see that there was nothing that looked appetizing to me - the food items were either covered in olives and mushrooms or contained nuts.  I hate olives and mushrooms and I do not enjoy desserts with nuts.  So I left a little disappointed that there was nothing I liked to eat but I was &lt;i&gt;super&lt;/i&gt; excited to be getting my first ever Pampered Chef utensils.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ordered the master scraper, an avocado knife, some of those little dish scrapers and a serving spatula.  I have been so disappointed in the master scraper.  It has gotten cuts and slits in it and just won't get the last of the brownie batter out of the bowl. *sigh*   However,  I LOVE the avocado knife, the little dish scrapers and the serving spatula.    And today I found a new use for the serving spatula : it is perfect for scraping up burned-on chicken pie juice from the bottom of my oven! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please do not be impressed that I cleaned my oven.  Maybe that particular kitchen chore is on your monthly to-do list, but I cannot tell you the last time I cleaned my oven.  However, when the chicken pie we had for dinner last night overflowed and dripped everywhere and began to burn, I knew I had to do something today.  Thankfully, we have a really small oven.  And thankfully,  I had some spray-on oven cleaner under my sink and my hand-dandy Pampered Chef serving spatula to help me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here in our small African city, one of the things that frequently gets stolen from car owners is the side mirrors on their cars.  Our side mirrors were stolen last Wednesday night while our car was parked outside a friend's house.  This was the 4th time our mirrors have been stolen. Last year my husband paid a guy to use an etching tool to etch our license plate numbers onto the bottom of each mirror.  This is also a common practice here as it is supposed to deter thieves from stealing your mirrors.   However, having these identification numbers on our mirrors did nothing to stop the thieves.  Just this a.m. we did learn that having these numbers on your mirrors does make it easier and cheaper to &lt;b&gt;buy back &lt;/b&gt; your mirrors at the "black market" in the city where the thieves hawk their stolen goods, because no one wants to buy mirrors with someone else's license plate numbers etched on them!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After having been without water for a couple of days this past weekend, we were thrilled when the water returned on Sunday.  But, we now have a problem with the pump that pumps the water into the house (AGAIN).  Thankfully, the plumber came yesterday and is back again this a.m. to hopefully fix the problem with the pump. He will also have to fix the valve that he &lt;b&gt;broke&lt;/b&gt; yesterday when he came to inspect the &lt;i&gt;original&lt;/i&gt; problem.  *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully for you, I have now come to the end of all the &lt;i&gt;wandom&lt;/i&gt; thoughts in my head at this particular moment.  So in the words of Porky Pig, "Th-th-th-th-th-th- that's all folks!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-551918777797031303?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/551918777797031303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=551918777797031303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/551918777797031303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/551918777797031303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/wandom-wednesday.html' title='Wandom Wednesday'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VyPJ8pd1pzA/TXdCVG_t7VI/AAAAAAAABwQ/2MsAk7Xkrq4/s72-c/elmer-fudd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8168591536369102605</id><published>2011-03-01T19:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:09:16.092+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old(er)</title><content type='html'>Turning 40 didn't really bother me.  However as 44 looms just a mere fifty-one days away, I'm starting to feel....old(er).   I'm reminded daily of just how much older I am getting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physically my body is changing shape. What used to be sort of a Pepsi-Cola bottle shape (you know.....with a waist and hips) is morphing into the shape of a large bottle of liquid Tide.  What used to be a stray whisker on the chin has now become the beginnings of a full blown &lt;a href="http://j-walkblog.com/index.php?/weblog/posts/counting_the_beard_types/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Van Dyke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The only thing saving me from wrinkles is the fact that my round face has gotten rounder in recent years, thus stretching out the skin where the wrinkles should be.  Chins have grown upon chins.  Sun spots have appeared.  Bumps have grown.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the physical aspect of aging isn't the only thing troubling me.  I am losing my ability to quickly recall information like names and dates.  I'm not sure, but I think this is called memory loss.  I call my children the wrong names (oh wait, I've done that their wholes lives!), I forget friend's names when introducing them to someone else and I can no longer remember relevant numbers.  It's the non-relevant numbers I have no problems with.   I can still remember my phone number from when my family lived in Shongaloo, Louisiana.....in 1973.    I can remember the zip code for Crossett, Arkansas.  I haven't lived there since 1978.  But can I remember my home number for the house I currently live in? No!  Or my own cell phone number?  Nope, it's listed as "this phone" in the contact list on my phone.   (BTW, my husband puts me to shame......he has memorized the passport numbers of all 6 members of our family.  *sigh*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing is I'm losing the ability to watch a movie in one sitting without falling asleep.  I'm becoming my mother!!!  For years, I gave my mom a hard time because she would fall asleep during every movie we ever watched.  Now my words are coming back to haunt me.  And my kids nudge me to keep me awake until the end.  Sometimes they give up and just let me sleep.  They know I need my beauty sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wear inserts in my shoes to deal with the pain associated with plantar fasciitis.  The number of wiry white hairs on my head are slowly outnumbering the smooth, shiny brown ones.  I squint (although the opthamologist told me last year I really don't need glasses yet.....but I will soon, she assured me).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last thing that really bothers me is that bedtime has become my favorite time of day.  I used to be a night-owl.  I could complete projects at night, watch a movie in its entirety.  Now I look forward to brushing my teeth, putting on my "soft clothes" and laying my head on my pillow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do try to comfort myself with the fact that there are many things that I still have going for me:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really good texting skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a pretty good cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember the lyrics to almost all the songs I knew in high school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still catch quarters off my elbows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still throw a spiral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have all my own eyelashes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have all my own teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the names of all my elementary school teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember my S.S. number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the names of all the boys Kecia liked in college&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember the ingredients of a Big Mac........"two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just don't ask me for my phone number.&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/24354076-8168591536369102605?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8168591536369102605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8168591536369102605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8168591536369102605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8168591536369102605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/03/getting-older.html' title='Getting Old(er)'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1984703485021549350</id><published>2011-02-23T08:50:00.022+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:22:28.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week while Charlie was away on a 10 day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; trip to northern Mozambique, I decided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that it was time for the two of us to get away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without the children for a few days.  So I picked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a destination, figured out what to do with the children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; made the reservations and told him that when he got home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; from his trip we'd be leaving again the next a.m.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When he got home on Thursday night I told him where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we'd be going the next day (he was thrilled) and I told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; him to pack his shorts, t-shirts and fishing gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday a.m. after running several errands, we headed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out of town to this place..... Nascer do Sol.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see anybody on that beach?  We only saw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few people the whole weekend!  It was lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0M5vjS1MjKA/TWS5hfIG3_I/AAAAAAAABwI/wU1Eb9yCqhs/s1600/DSC03877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0M5vjS1MjKA/TWS5hfIG3_I/AAAAAAAABwI/wU1Eb9yCqhs/s320/DSC03877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576786223533842418" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie in the kitchen of our cabin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took all of our own food....which was so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strange to only cook (and clean up) for two.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxMASVNuyg4/TWS5Bv89NfI/AAAAAAAABwA/HK0K0imUqyo/s1600/DSC03822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxMASVNuyg4/TWS5Bv89NfI/AAAAAAAABwA/HK0K0imUqyo/s320/DSC03822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576785678294660594" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The front of the cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tB5yamnTBy0/TWS4KOHeSOI/AAAAAAAABv4/aQYqNfFbZps/s1600/DSC03824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tB5yamnTBy0/TWS4KOHeSOI/AAAAAAAABv4/aQYqNfFbZps/s320/DSC03824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576784724319160546" /&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;The back porch that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;overlooked the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNKAkDEdG4/TWS3dvr0qQI/AAAAAAAABvw/Sk6kaMvlx3A/s1600/DSC03831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWNKAkDEdG4/TWS3dvr0qQI/AAAAAAAABvw/Sk6kaMvlx3A/s320/DSC03831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783960235878658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each cabin is named for a sea creature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tsoc3Dv_-Yc/TWS23j78LCI/AAAAAAAABvo/iyvMu1FNFFo/s1600/DSC03823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tsoc3Dv_-Yc/TWS23j78LCI/AAAAAAAABvo/iyvMu1FNFFo/s320/DSC03823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576783304247225378" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from our porch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8chJXvyMqcs/TWS1-QVZh9I/AAAAAAAABvg/MT6qSjBB_5A/s1600/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8chJXvyMqcs/TWS1-QVZh9I/AAAAAAAABvg/MT6qSjBB_5A/s320/DSC03825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576782319732754386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first meal.....steak!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were so good and so big we couldn't finish them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like our fancy grill?  The management provides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the grate.....and the bricks. :-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqGLp-JEpWE/TWS1Y0QouZI/AAAAAAAABvY/RMIGiN_vm2M/s1600/DSC03836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqGLp-JEpWE/TWS1Y0QouZI/AAAAAAAABvY/RMIGiN_vm2M/s320/DSC03836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576781676541426066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Full moon on our first night there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOM8aBjU1qs/TWS00zCsSwI/AAAAAAAABvQ/4ykRwmHuRUs/s1600/DSC03838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOM8aBjU1qs/TWS00zCsSwI/AAAAAAAABvQ/4ykRwmHuRUs/s320/DSC03838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576781057739213570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner on our 2nd night - hamburgers and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;roasted veggies.  The view was spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just kept thanking God for such a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; beautiful place and that we were there alone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EThYZhLElbQ/TWS0KCZULCI/AAAAAAAABvI/5wcyDBtSAQU/s1600/DSC03855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EThYZhLElbQ/TWS0KCZULCI/AAAAAAAABvI/5wcyDBtSAQU/s320/DSC03855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576780323126258722" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie's double decker burger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-633XGXLJKtc/TWSzsqblXHI/AAAAAAAABvA/iCOyqI8pUBQ/s1600/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-633XGXLJKtc/TWSzsqblXHI/AAAAAAAABvA/iCOyqI8pUBQ/s320/DSC03856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576779818477116530" /&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;Since Charlie was gone for Valentine's Day I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took a red velvet cake with us so we could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebrate late.  It was delish.  BTW, I used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pioneer Woman's recipe....it was a bit dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just saying.  That's why we added extra icing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPcQdXiM-9o/TWSzNuayXII/AAAAAAAABu4/WU59ze4ouIQ/s1600/DSC03863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPcQdXiM-9o/TWSzNuayXII/AAAAAAAABu4/WU59ze4ouIQ/s320/DSC03863.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576779286971571330" /&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;Besides&lt;i&gt; eating&lt;/i&gt;, we spent time on the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(slathered up with sunscreen, of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking UP at he camera really helps reduce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the double or triple chin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9G0oOTYPVE/TWSynMdKfSI/AAAAAAAABuw/lqFwH2t6izw/s1600/DSC03873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n9G0oOTYPVE/TWSynMdKfSI/AAAAAAAABuw/lqFwH2t6izw/s320/DSC03873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576778625019706658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlie ready to fish from the rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; down the beach to that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spot on the right of the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uAySbZB6f8/TWSyF5Se_II/AAAAAAAABuo/Up3HmlKAFb4/s1600/DSC03866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3uAySbZB6f8/TWSyF5Se_II/AAAAAAAABuo/Up3HmlKAFb4/s320/DSC03866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576778052938955906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't catch a thing but he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; enjoyed getting his hook wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQsSSADA-jY/TWSxvoZ_mGI/AAAAAAAABug/ffxtWyRSeGU/s1600/DSC03891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQsSSADA-jY/TWSxvoZ_mGI/AAAAAAAABug/ffxtWyRSeGU/s320/DSC03891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576777670449928290" /&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;While he was fishing I was exploring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of these really cool tide pools.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pX-yhU9HY4/TWSxSv2CtEI/AAAAAAAABuY/xK2Mojnpnhs/s1600/DSC03895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pX-yhU9HY4/TWSxSv2CtEI/AAAAAAAABuY/xK2Mojnpnhs/s320/DSC03895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576777174230414402" /&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;A skinny starfish maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR4FTBVmQ_k/TWSwzaITTmI/AAAAAAAABuQ/tkZGWyHP8kc/s1600/DSC03885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AR4FTBVmQ_k/TWSwzaITTmI/AAAAAAAABuQ/tkZGWyHP8kc/s320/DSC03885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576776635825475170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A green crab....one of thousands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U0qNB_6PdPI/TWSwTXqX66I/AAAAAAAABuI/ITdtEwx9H8I/s1600/DSC03905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U0qNB_6PdPI/TWSwTXqX66I/AAAAAAAABuI/ITdtEwx9H8I/s320/DSC03905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576776085407263650" /&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;An eel.  We saw several that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXJ-vQwFgqY/TWSvyorWicI/AAAAAAAABuA/g7sZ0OwefHc/s1600/DSC03912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXJ-vQwFgqY/TWSvyorWicI/AAAAAAAABuA/g7sZ0OwefHc/s320/DSC03912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576775523039087042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This will go down as one of our favorite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mini-vacations.  We talked, slept, watched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;movies, took walks, ate, talked,  read, listened to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;music, ate some more, prayed, talked some more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only other people we talked to were the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cleaning folks who were there for just a few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minutes each morning.  We didn't even mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; when some clouds rolled in.  And we never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got tired of looking at this view.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIpRHiLNO3o/TWSu70qtesI/AAAAAAAABt4/g8NLt07IH8s/s1600/DSC03922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIpRHiLNO3o/TWSu70qtesI/AAAAAAAABt4/g8NLt07IH8s/s320/DSC03922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576774581364816578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MANY THANKS to the good friends who took &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;care of our children while we were gone!&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/24354076-1984703485021549350?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1984703485021549350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1984703485021549350' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1984703485021549350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1984703485021549350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0M5vjS1MjKA/TWS5hfIG3_I/AAAAAAAABwI/wU1Eb9yCqhs/s72-c/DSC03877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7647262513022479362</id><published>2011-02-10T15:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:25:01.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on the 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pardon the lame post, but it was all I could think today for 10 on the Tenth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ten movies I've watched recently (as in the last 3 months) that I enjoyed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Steel Magnolias...... an oldie but a goodie.  I love that it was released the year we got married and the style of Shelby's bridesmaids' dresses were very similar to the lovely pouffy sleeved dresses my bridesmaids wore (sorry Amy, Kecia and Becca!).  I know the language is objectionable but I just love the friendships that these women have.  And the one-liners in this movie are hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Saving Sarah Caine.  I've heard it's not like the book and the book is better (I love Beverly Lewis books), but I thought it was a sweet story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Rings.  I could watch all 3 of these movies over and over and over.  I never get tired of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Blind Side - it's one of my new all time favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Unstoppable with Denzel Washington.  I was pleasantly surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Nanny McPhee.  I really liked this movie.  I did not want to watch this movie but my kids talked me into it and I really enjoyed it.  Made me wish I had a stick like hers to "help" some unruly children I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Alice in Wonderland with Johnny Depp.  I was also pleasantly surprised by this movie.  I really like Johnny Depp (especially Jack Sparrow in the Pirates movies).  He plays weird people so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Invictus....a wonderful story.  If you've never seen this movie about the South African national rugby team and Nelson Mandela during the early years after the end of apartheid, you should watch it.  And Matt Damon and Morgan Freeman do great South African accents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. Giant (from 1956).......  with Elizabeth Taylor, Rock Hudson and James Dean.  I love how they make Elizabeth Taylor age (this movies spans 30 years in the life of an oil family in Texas).  Fun fact for ya......James Dean died in a car accident 3 weeks after the filming of this movie.  I wasn't impressed with his acting ability.  He mumbled and I couldn't understand a word he said.  If he was trying to play a mumbler, he did a really good job! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. We Are Marshall. I love this movie even though it makes me cry and Matthew McConaughey's character is quirky.  And it was weird to see Matthew Fox be someone other than Dr. Jack Shepherd.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now.....what have you watched recently that you've enjoyed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-7647262513022479362?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7647262513022479362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7647262513022479362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7647262513022479362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7647262513022479362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-on-10th.html' title='10 on the 10th'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8602064310409620026</id><published>2011-02-07T12:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:30:37.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Pie</title><content type='html'>Last night it was my turn to lead music for the Sunday night English fellowship that we attend.  After the emotionally rough week I had had, I didn't feel very spiritually prepared to lead worship.  I didn't even take advantage of staying home with a sick child in the morning to take the time to prepare my heart.  Sure, the music was chosen, the keys decided on, the power point completed.  But my heart was not in the right place.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before I left I prayed quickly, "Lord I want to be humble as I lead tonight".  I think the Lord thought I said, "I want to be &lt;i&gt;humbled&lt;/i&gt; as I lead tonight".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt out of it from the get-go.  I needed to change one song on the power point (which is not my area of expertise) before we got started and the computer would not let me remove the bullets.  Instead of lyrics for a song it looked like we were reading a list for a business plan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an unusually small crowd last night, which might make some people more comfortable when talking/leading.  However, it makes me more self-conscious. Bigger crowds mean more people singing and they focus less on me.  Small crowds mean it's really quiet and if we sing a new song (which we did) it means I'm singing solo.  Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started one song in the wrong key, using the capo on my guitar.  I had to stop (right before I tried to sing) when I realized the key was way too high.  I had to remove the capo and start all over.  This is not the first time I've had to do this (I'm SO professional) but it just added to my already "great" evening.  Oh also, in the middle of another song I skipped a verse, went to the chorus and then went back to that verse, creating quite an ordeal for my son running the power point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then our friendly, neighborhood mentally disabled man who has started coming on Sunday nights arrived and sat on the front row, just about 3 feet away from me.  He proceeded to groan, moan, yell and WHISTLE (off key, I might add) through every single song.  Two kids in the back were trying SO HARD not to laugh and once I looked at them I knew I couldn't look back again or I would lose it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the dvd we watched this young man talked &lt;i&gt;to the screen&lt;/i&gt;, out loud....VERY loud. Last week when he was there I remember thinking that it was neat that he could worship with us and that he probably feels safe there and it's a cool respite for him.  However last night,  I just wanted to throw my pen at his head.  &lt;b&gt;That&lt;/b&gt; is how compassionate and loving my attitude was.  I was praying that he would be quiet then  lo and behold he fell asleep!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, the dvd message we watched was VERY good and ran without a hitch.   The message was one I really, really needed to hear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went home quite full from my meal of humble pie and prayed for the earth to swallow me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and he who humbles himself will be exalted." Luke 14:11&lt;/i&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&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/24354076-8602064310409620026?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8602064310409620026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8602064310409620026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8602064310409620026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8602064310409620026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/humble-pie.html' title='Humble Pie'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-409810687114449341</id><published>2011-02-07T12:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:57:03.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingfutureesthers.blogspot.com/search/label/Sunday%20Letters"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k54/adesignoffaith/lettersbutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Coleson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You have been gone since last Wednesday with Zac.  We always miss you when you are gone.  I usually use this time to pretend that you are in college, just to see how it feels.  It's OK  (because no one complains when I want to watch Hoarders) but then I quickly remind myself that you really aren't there yet and you'll be home in a few days.   It will be so good to have you home again.  We definitely laugh more when you are home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Will, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I loved how you said last night that you'd like to tell Zac to bring your brother back.  I love that you miss him.  Sorry not communicating with you yesterday about what was going on with church.  And thank you SO MUCH for helping out with the power point and set up/break down last night.  I couldn't believe you carried that huge suitcase of stuff and a bag of equipment like it was no big deal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Luke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wouldn't trade our time together last night for anything in the world.  I hope you will always confide in your mama and I hope we can always pray together.  Your tender heart touches me.  I've tried to stop you from growing up since you were three but you just keep going.  I can't believe you will be 12 in three short months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You have so much in common with your mama - especially the fact that we are not morning people.  I'm sorry that you have so many ailments in the mornings.  But I'm glad that after you are fully awake you are your chipper, happy self.  I like seeing you go to school with a smile and your pony-tail bobbing.  Remember that Daddy leaves tomorrow so that means you get to sleep with me for 10  nights!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Charlie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm happy that you get to go on this trip because of the great people you will see and the opportunity to see their work.  But I hate when you are gone.  I'm praying for no water tank issues or flat tires or any other Daddy-sized problems while you are gone.  And hopefully I won't get stopped by the police.  I was so proud of you today and the way you talked your way out of a ticket.  You "play dumb" so well! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Amy (my sister), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know if you read my blog anymore, but I just wanted to say three little words..... I MISS YOU!!!!!!  There's only 19 weeks until we leave for the U.S.A.....woo-hoo!  I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-409810687114449341?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/409810687114449341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=409810687114449341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/409810687114449341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/409810687114449341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunday-letters.html' title='Sunday Letters'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4302716556267583292</id><published>2011-01-31T08:26:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:30:32.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As a regular follower (but not always a regular commenter) of my friend Meredith's &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I loved reading her post &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2011/01/sunday-letters.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday Letters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, yesterday.  She was joining in with her friend &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingfutureesthers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deidre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who started writing letters to her family each Sunday. &lt;a href="http://raisingfutureesthers.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-have-sunday-letters-you-need-to.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingfutureesthers.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-have-sunday-letters-you-need-to.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; she explains how it got started.  After reading their letters to their families I knew I wanted to join in.  I realize that it's already Monday morning where I am, but that's OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://raisingfutureesthers.blogspot.com/search/label/Sunday%20Letters"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k54/adesignoffaith/lettersbutton.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Will- O,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry that Friday was such an awful day for you.  Your hand got hurt at school, you felt embarrassed in front of a teacher and you received a lower grade in Art on your report card than what you thought you deserved.  What you don't realize is that a B- is OK. Daddy and I were so thrilled with all A's and B's on your report card.  Do you realize how far you have come in being upset over a B-  ??  I am very proud of your maturity.  I loved how you told me this a.m. that you loved me and appreciated all that I do for you.  And you hugged me twice before you went to school this a.m..  I love that even at 16 you love to play.  I hope you always love to play. Thank you for playing with your younger siblings.   They really look up to you.  Of course, now that you are the tallest person in the family we ALL look up to you! :-)  Thank you for having a good attitude about going to a new church yesterday and having to sit in the adult Sunday school class, then READING a scripture passage out loud in Portuguese.  I was SO proud of you.  You sounded like a pro, like it was no big deal, even though I knew inside you were a nervous wreck.  You did well, son.  I loved seeing how you shook hands, smiled and greeted people yesterday and acted so mature.   I love you and I am so proud of you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&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/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZerLeA_EI/AAAAAAAABtU/GVxukJirK-Y/s1600/DSC03111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZerLeA_EI/AAAAAAAABtU/GVxukJirK-Y/s320/DSC03111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568242085196266562" /&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;Dear Abs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I hate Daddy being out of town overnight, I love that you always want to sleep with me when he's away.  I loved laying in bed Saturday a.m. talking with you, all cuddled up under the covers with your stuffed animals.  I loved how you told me about everyone in your class.  Your descriptions made me laugh. You are growing up and sounding so "old" when you talk.  I loved how you showed me how to fix Ariel's hair and how you got so excited when we found all the old children's books that I had stored.  I love that you love to read, even if I had to remind you not to read Ramona, Age 8 during church last night.  I enjoyed hearing you outside on Saturday and Sunday playing rugby with your brothers.  You are one tough little girl and because of it you get hurt a lot, and right now you have the bruises to show it!  But I'm also glad you are a girly-girl. It shows when you always take a purse to church, full of girly-items, including lip gloss that you re-applied several times during church yesterday.   I'm so thankful to have a daughter.  I love you and I'm so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZeEDbRApI/AAAAAAAABtM/meFcQPfOX_w/s1600/DSC03571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZeEDbRApI/AAAAAAAABtM/meFcQPfOX_w/s320/DSC03571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568241413022352018" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Dear Coleson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been 18 for 24 days now and I still can't believe it!  I admitted to you yesterday that I've been a bit down and depressed lately.  I am SO excited that you are about to graduate from high school and start a new season of your life, but it also makes me sad that the 6 Lechners won't all be residing under the same roof forever.  I love &lt;b&gt;us&lt;/b&gt;.  I love our inside jokes and how we know how to push each other's buttons.  I love how we argue over what movies we are going to watch and where we are going to eat for Sunday lunch.  All of that will go on, but without your contribution.  That makes me sad.  BUT....I am BEYOND THRILLED that you got your acceptance letter to Ouachita Baptist University this week and that you have decided to go there.  Daddy and I have tried so hard not to push our alma mater.  I am full of joy knowing that you made that decision because you feel like that's where God wants you.   I am so excited about the new friends you will make, all the things you will learn in your classes, the teachers that you will enjoy, dorm life and jamming with your friends. I know that playing guitar will always be a part of your life.  I was very proud of you last night as you played for Sunday night fellowship - the lone instrument!  You played so well and with confidence.  I can never strum like you.  I believe God has gifted you with this ability and I pray that you play (and sing) for His glory.   I'm excited about your future, Coles..........  "seeing" Chelsea, graduating, traveling this summer, then COLLEGE!  I love you and I'm so proud of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZdwE9pG9I/AAAAAAAABtE/NOhj4Dh-2FE/s1600/DSC03379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZdwE9pG9I/AAAAAAAABtE/NOhj4Dh-2FE/s320/DSC03379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568241069837589458" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Dear Luke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend should go down as one of the worst for you.  You LOVE sports, but bless your heart, you always get hurt, which I know is normal.  I did worry for a few minutes that your arm might be broken after your brother threw you onto the burglar bars on the side of the house during your rugby match in the yard.  Thankfully it was just bruised (and he really didn't mean to throw you, he said!) and an hour or so with an ice pack brought you round to a full recovery.  Then, I was a bit worried when you jammed your finger last night, again playing rugby.  It turned purple and swelled up pretty fast.  It looks better today.  I'm sorry that it's so painful.  That all happened on top of the bad gash on your heal from last week and the countless bruises you are accumulating from playing soccer, basketball and rugby and just down right hard playing in general.  I'm really glad that you love sports and that you are so active.  I love, love, love how you have enjoyed reading the Magicians Nephew and how you spent so much time telling Daddy and me about it this weekend.  You are almost finished!  I know you have looked a little droopy in the mornings the last few days from staying up late reading, but it makes my heart happy that you couldn't put the book down to go to sleep. I'm sorry that your allergies are so bad right now.  I know that they make you so frustrated.  And one last thing..... I love how you hold my hand sometimes when we watch TV?  Can you do this forever?  I don't think your future girlfriend/wife will mind. I love you, Lukie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZdmHTXs4I/AAAAAAAABs8/rY71k3Qytkc/s1600/DSC03458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZdmHTXs4I/AAAAAAAABs8/rY71k3Qytkc/s320/DSC03458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568240898666902402" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Dear Charlie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how this picture captured you with your mouth full!  I love that you love my cooking and &lt;i&gt;acted&lt;/i&gt; hurt that I made fried rice while you were gone Friday night and you only got leftovers.  I'm sorry that when you went to the associational meeting this weekend  you spent the ENTIRE time shuttling people to the meeting from the main road and also going to pick up (live) chickens and other things for the meal and you never got to attend ANY of the meetings!  Part of that was because you also had to leave early to attend the wedding of a friend, but you did because you didn't want to let him down.  You were in the car HOURS on Friday and Saturday and you never complained.   I love how you are like the energizer bunny and you just keep going - whether it's working when you are exhausted, speaking in Portuguese when you don't know what to say, or loving a wife who has been highly emotional and sad for the last week and a half.  I see Jesus in you daily.  Thank you for loving all of us and showing us grace and patience.  Thank you for the time you spend in God's word and in prayer daily.  We are blessed because of your discipline.  I want to be like you when I grow up. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZdbPPypSI/AAAAAAAABs0/9fVFZXVIS90/s1600/DSC03336.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZdbPPypSI/AAAAAAAABs0/9fVFZXVIS90/s320/DSC03336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568240711820813602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-4302716556267583292?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4302716556267583292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4302716556267583292' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4302716556267583292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4302716556267583292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-letters.html' title='Sunday Letters'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUZerLeA_EI/AAAAAAAABtU/GVxukJirK-Y/s72-c/DSC03111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-3417329437431333810</id><published>2011-01-28T20:57:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:00:00.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An odd assortment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of writing anything tonight I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought I would just pick out some random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures taken by different members of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the family over the last 2 or 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, 4 of the pictures are of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunset in northern Mozambique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMXnYcAnuI/AAAAAAAABsc/UsYx6prh64E/s1600/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMXnYcAnuI/AAAAAAAABsc/UsYx6prh64E/s320/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567319529702334178" /&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;Also taken in northern Mozambique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMWuUyuR3I/AAAAAAAABsU/xRh-E7QtOO4/s1600/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMWuUyuR3I/AAAAAAAABsU/xRh-E7QtOO4/s320/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567318549471315826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pile of corndogs we made for our team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corn Dog Christmas Party 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMVuHzExeI/AAAAAAAABsM/tATR6Q1aNnw/s1600/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMVuHzExeI/AAAAAAAABsM/tATR6Q1aNnw/s320/DSC02445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567317446471501282" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's and my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMVG4ByXPI/AAAAAAAABsE/_mYCNMA1uDM/s1600/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMVG4ByXPI/AAAAAAAABsE/_mYCNMA1uDM/s320/DSC03547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567316772223343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sweet baby friend's feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMU0Q538dI/AAAAAAAABr8/B2ryvMtaeQs/s1600/DSC02336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMU0Q538dI/AAAAAAAABr8/B2ryvMtaeQs/s320/DSC02336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567316452483527122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMTvjBN85I/AAAAAAAABrs/3BUjVctJWeE/s1600/DSC02995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMTvjBN85I/AAAAAAAABrs/3BUjVctJWeE/s320/DSC02995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567315271935194002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dung Beetle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMTZmTfZjI/AAAAAAAABrk/Sv3AzEqiimk/s1600/DSC03496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMTZmTfZjI/AAAAAAAABrk/Sv3AzEqiimk/s320/DSC03496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567314894860019250" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson and Chelsea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Illustrations by Chelsea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMTNsYnQKI/AAAAAAAABrc/sI1Ro3KkV28/s1600/DSC03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMTNsYnQKI/AAAAAAAABrc/sI1Ro3KkV28/s320/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567314690333687970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rocky Road Fudge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Aunt Becca!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSvul_njI/AAAAAAAABrU/xbX-z7y8858/s1600/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSvul_njI/AAAAAAAABrU/xbX-z7y8858/s320/DSC03358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567314175530606130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke's ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness it was clean that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSbwiSJZI/AAAAAAAABrM/_MP6pIy1pFM/s1600/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSbwiSJZI/AAAAAAAABrM/_MP6pIy1pFM/s320/DSC03553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567313832454530450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend Coleson and Will constructed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a home-made ping pong table made with paper,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pencils and sticky-tack.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSLt91qvI/AAAAAAAABrE/mwCvIAgTXkk/s1600/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSLt91qvI/AAAAAAAABrE/mwCvIAgTXkk/s320/DSC03618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567313556886891250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure why someone took a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of our supper a couple of weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSBpWbThI/AAAAAAAABq8/--vTSAicsYE/s1600/DSC03615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMSBpWbThI/AAAAAAAABq8/--vTSAicsYE/s320/DSC03615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567313383849152018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And someone's happy breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 of my 4 children eat ketchup on their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eggs which I find totally revolting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the smiley face is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMRxxt9svI/AAAAAAAABq0/6hl3DI9wV00/s1600/DSC03629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMRxxt9svI/AAAAAAAABq0/6hl3DI9wV00/s320/DSC03629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567313111217451762" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24354076-3417329437431333810?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3417329437431333810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=3417329437431333810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3417329437431333810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3417329437431333810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/01/odd-assortment.html' title='An odd assortment'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TUMXnYcAnuI/AAAAAAAABsc/UsYx6prh64E/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-176464781336634268</id><published>2011-01-14T13:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:29:09.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TTBBHk0eLDI/AAAAAAAABqs/jaOUOZLOa9g/s1600/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TTBBHk0eLDI/AAAAAAAABqs/jaOUOZLOa9g/s320/DSC03603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562017138201209906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we took a day trip to the Kruger National Park.  We enjoyed a relaxing day of looking for animals in their natural habitats.  As many times as we have visited Kruger we have never seen a leopard.  We've seen lion and cheetah but never leopard.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we saw rhino, over and over again.  It was pretty unusual because normally we only see one or two rhinos during a visit to Kruger.  But yesterday it seemed like every time we turned around we were seeing rhino - the final count at the end of the day was 19.  The last ones we saw were a group of 5 and they acted like they were about to fight.  Despite seeing all the rhinos and the giraffes, baboons, elephant, warthog, zebra, crocodile, hippo, wildebeest, kudu, impala, mongoose, monitor, and countless beautiful birds, I wanted to see a leopard.    All day I kept praying, asking the Lord to let us see a leopard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were  nearing the gate to leave at the end of the day I said with a sigh, "I've been praying all day that we would see a leopard...."  One of the kids quickly said, "Yeah, and God said, nope, today you are going to see 19 rhinos!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking about that statement over and over since last night.  How many times in life have I asked  the Lord for one thing and was disappointed because I didn't get it, not realizing that He had answered my prayer with something different, but just as amazing?  I am asking the Lord to help me to not be disappointed when I don't get a leopard but to see and be thankful for the rhinos he provides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-176464781336634268?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/176464781336634268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=176464781336634268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/176464781336634268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/176464781336634268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/01/rhinos.html' title='Rhinos'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TTBBHk0eLDI/AAAAAAAABqs/jaOUOZLOa9g/s72-c/DSC03603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-9108965241964060753</id><published>2011-01-12T10:57:00.023+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:46:06.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>&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;We stayed at our Baptist guesthouse in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johannesburg for Christmas.  The kids got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple of little gifts but their big gift was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cash to spend while there.  Here is wooly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will opening his pseudo Nerf guns that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brought many hours of entertainment to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL 4 children over the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS10xU6r88I/AAAAAAAABqk/Lrot9QHa-hk/s1600/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS10xU6r88I/AAAAAAAABqk/Lrot9QHa-hk/s320/DSC03095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561229505649701826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson, Abby and Luke trying to wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS10LuIuKoI/AAAAAAAABqc/VMTki4eRz8w/s1600/DSC03086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS10LuIuKoI/AAAAAAAABqc/VMTki4eRz8w/s320/DSC03086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561228859584424578" /&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;Our Lechner Family traditional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas breakfast - cinnamon rolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and scrambled eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1zxXq9PRI/AAAAAAAABqU/2lhS-cYt-nc/s1600/DSC03113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1zxXq9PRI/AAAAAAAABqU/2lhS-cYt-nc/s320/DSC03113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561228406877404434" /&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;We spent Christmas Day with our good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends the Haber family.  Luke  was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thrilled to receive Charms Blow Pops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1zhmPU7SI/AAAAAAAABqM/MZHklM4JT74/s1600/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1zhmPU7SI/AAAAAAAABqM/MZHklM4JT74/s320/DSC03136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561228135910141218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1zLcNV97I/AAAAAAAABqE/w6nnBe8fmJY/s1600/DSC03142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1zLcNV97I/AAAAAAAABqE/w6nnBe8fmJY/s320/DSC03142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561227755260344242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elizabeth and Coleson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1y1BRBlgI/AAAAAAAABp8/1qEqvZMK6xY/s1600/DSC03138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1y1BRBlgI/AAAAAAAABp8/1qEqvZMK6xY/s320/DSC03138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561227370070906370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice...... caffeine free, diet Dr. Pepper!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1yghhPwMI/AAAAAAAABp0/RG9jNYqs3pw/s1600/DSC03133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1yghhPwMI/AAAAAAAABp0/RG9jNYqs3pw/s320/DSC03133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561227017951625410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will got a car for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1yO2WYfqI/AAAAAAAABps/TaalvGL4NMw/s1600/DSC03130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1yO2WYfqI/AAAAAAAABps/TaalvGL4NMw/s320/DSC03130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561226714305560226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elaine and Elizabeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1x93IuIWI/AAAAAAAABpk/nnjPaiIY3yM/s1600/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1x93IuIWI/AAAAAAAABpk/nnjPaiIY3yM/s320/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561226422458917218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The turducken! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1xsvrZsCI/AAAAAAAABpc/NXEgcB5obaU/s1600/DSC03150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1xsvrZsCI/AAAAAAAABpc/NXEgcB5obaU/s320/DSC03150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561226128399118370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lechner Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1xGAIttOI/AAAAAAAABpU/dYOJbDlBGDs/s1600/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1xGAIttOI/AAAAAAAABpU/dYOJbDlBGDs/s320/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561225462802134242" /&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;The Haber Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1w1Ggo2PI/AAAAAAAABpM/CHMRDqAHI0Q/s1600/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1w1Ggo2PI/AAAAAAAABpM/CHMRDqAHI0Q/s320/DSC03163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561225172455315698" /&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;The kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1wPk8jJkI/AAAAAAAABpE/JaN_ss-y9hU/s1600/DSC03166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1wPk8jJkI/AAAAAAAABpE/JaN_ss-y9hU/s320/DSC03166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561224527790417474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweetie girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1v1U6xnmI/AAAAAAAABo8/ZC1LO9lbREQ/s1600/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1v1U6xnmI/AAAAAAAABo8/ZC1LO9lbREQ/s320/DSC03187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561224076811411042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some scenes from the drive back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to Mozambique.  It was a beautiful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1vGxLoWmI/AAAAAAAABos/9_wuLIEdkRQ/s1600/DSC03201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1vGxLoWmI/AAAAAAAABos/9_wuLIEdkRQ/s320/DSC03201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561223276944448098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1uoCaFUVI/AAAAAAAABok/fHseT4kz5JM/s1600/DSC03202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1uoCaFUVI/AAAAAAAABok/fHseT4kz5JM/s320/DSC03202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561222748992524626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1uPKs75WI/AAAAAAAABoc/B50CvaNp3iM/s1600/DSC03206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1uPKs75WI/AAAAAAAABoc/B50CvaNp3iM/s320/DSC03206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561222321722352994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1t5nz-ZVI/AAAAAAAABoU/bkf6sUr9FkE/s1600/DSC03210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1t5nz-ZVI/AAAAAAAABoU/bkf6sUr9FkE/s320/DSC03210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561221951579383122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We always look for hippos in this river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1tj5jeu6I/AAAAAAAABoM/A19vCC2B0EY/s1600/DSC03218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS1tj5jeu6I/AAAAAAAABoM/A19vCC2B0EY/s320/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561221578384915362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** I just realized that the family pics above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were actually taken on Dec. 26.....I think we forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to take pics on the 25th.  &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/24354076-9108965241964060753?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/9108965241964060753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=9108965241964060753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/9108965241964060753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/9108965241964060753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-trip-part-2.html' title='Christmas Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TS10xU6r88I/AAAAAAAABqk/Lrot9QHa-hk/s72-c/DSC03095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5978923497158251911</id><published>2011-01-05T11:01:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:14:00.771+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt the previously scheduled post- Christmas blog post......</title><content type='html'>for a weather update.  It is HOT AND STEAMY in the southern hemisphere and I have the swollen ankles to prove it.  OH MY WORD!  I drank enough water yesterday to fill a swimming pool and finally....FINALLY.....my ankles were back to normal by this a.m..  (after 57 trips to the bathroom) That is until I got out of bed this a.m. and started walking around.  I'm sure the sodium in the caffeine-free Diet Dr. Pepper I drank for breakfast didn't help.  But I'm back to my water now.  And going to the bathroom.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's hot I do not feel like taking down the Christmas tree or Christmas decorations.  We have an AC in our living room that we turn on at night while we are lounging and watching TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tonight when it's cool we can all chip in and de-decorate the tree.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in hair news - a few months ago I got the WORST haircut of my life - well the cut itself was OK but it did not suit my head, my body, my triple chins, nor the shape of my face.  And, my normally fast growing hair seems to have stopped growing.  Anyway, today I took matters into my own hands and tried to shape it up myself.  It's OK.  It would have been nice if I could have taken off my head, trimmed my hair, then put my head back on.  Sorry, no pictures at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, maybe I'll go find the camera and upload the rest of the Christmas pictures.  After I go to the bathroom.  &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/24354076-5978923497158251911?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5978923497158251911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5978923497158251911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5978923497158251911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5978923497158251911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-interrupt-regularly-scheduled-post.html' title='We interrupt the previously scheduled post- Christmas blog post......'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6522368204782796702</id><published>2011-01-03T16:19:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:03:48.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been a negligent blogger over the holidays,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm back and wanted to show you some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;highlights of our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day the kids got out of school we drove &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the small kingdom of Swaziland (get out your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;geography books if you don't know where it is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to visit our friends Monica and Steve and their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kids Lacie and Nathan.  Monica and Steve have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;been missionaries in Swaziland for several years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way we found a Wendy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just not the Wendy's we are used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHfmxXNnAI/AAAAAAAABoE/WA0BTMchhb4/s1600/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHfmxXNnAI/AAAAAAAABoE/WA0BTMchhb4/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557969272330624002" /&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;We saw beautiful scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHfGdTSzfI/AAAAAAAABn8/tvIQ8zM4hD0/s1600/DSC02692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHfGdTSzfI/AAAAAAAABn8/tvIQ8zM4hD0/s320/DSC02692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557968717189664242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Played with Lacie and Nathan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHes7JW2ZI/AAAAAAAABn0/IpiRKlOJ1h4/s1600/DSC02577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHes7JW2ZI/AAAAAAAABn0/IpiRKlOJ1h4/s320/DSC02577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557968278524451218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved driving around seeing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the lush, green countryside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHeZMv-xiI/AAAAAAAABns/6NT9CtVJD5k/s1600/DSC02736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHeZMv-xiI/AAAAAAAABns/6NT9CtVJD5k/s320/DSC02736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557967939652470306" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the view from Monica and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve's backyard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHeAWm02II/AAAAAAAABnk/nDT08W1pqr0/s1600/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHeAWm02II/AAAAAAAABnk/nDT08W1pqr0/s320/DSC02519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557967512801695874" /&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;My two men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Coleson turns 18 on Friday....sniff, sniff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHdhlXzAyI/AAAAAAAABnc/XwjNcZrKz0A/s1600/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHdhlXzAyI/AAAAAAAABnc/XwjNcZrKz0A/s320/DSC02918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557966984189248290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We visited the Swazi Candle Factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These candles are handmade and are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exported all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHdHPV1-yI/AAAAAAAABnU/mHtWLXUUOB4/s1600/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHdHPV1-yI/AAAAAAAABnU/mHtWLXUUOB4/s320/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557966531598875426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed spending time talking, catching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up and we even spent some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; watching Food Network and eating delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; cookies baked by Monica.  It was a wonderful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relaxing visit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHcchzpOFI/AAAAAAAABnM/1ZfzeQ50Yxk/s1600/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHcchzpOFI/AAAAAAAABnM/1ZfzeQ50Yxk/s320/DSC02550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965797821331538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Allen Family-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are precious and so fun to hang out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHb-5dnf0I/AAAAAAAABnE/i5IazuxaXqE/s1600/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHb-5dnf0I/AAAAAAAABnE/i5IazuxaXqE/s320/DSC02929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557965288775319362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving Swaziland and heading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to South Africa.  We hated to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHbqbZ3e4I/AAAAAAAABm8/UtUdLvRJWr0/s1600/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHbqbZ3e4I/AAAAAAAABm8/UtUdLvRJWr0/s320/DSC03056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557964937109142402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHbYeeT1sI/AAAAAAAABm0/-jPWCQrqLPA/s1600/DSC03060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHbYeeT1sI/AAAAAAAABm0/-jPWCQrqLPA/s320/DSC03060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557964628695439042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I upload the rest of the pictures to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;computer I will write part 2 of the story.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully before 2012.&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/24354076-6522368204782796702?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6522368204782796702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6522368204782796702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6522368204782796702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6522368204782796702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-trip-part-1.html' title='Christmas Trip Part 1'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TSHfmxXNnAI/AAAAAAAABoE/WA0BTMchhb4/s72-c/DSC02499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1813852825130697441</id><published>2010-12-11T07:29:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:11:54.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on the 10th somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even though it's already Dec. 11 here in our time zone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm pretty sure it's still Dec. 10th on the west coast of the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten Things We've Been Doing Lately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the mud on a hot day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMUT7urJ4I/AAAAAAAABmk/uDUuogVzmQk/s1600/DSC01505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMUT7urJ4I/AAAAAAAABmk/uDUuogVzmQk/s320/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549301498534111106" /&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;Building Lego towers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMS83X7heI/AAAAAAAABmc/ZcpOivPjE88/s1600/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMS83X7heI/AAAAAAAABmc/ZcpOivPjE88/s320/DSC01969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549300002716354018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking pictures of ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMSO6Pvd9I/AAAAAAAABmU/5Qf4GRgki0I/s1600/DSC01509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMSO6Pvd9I/AAAAAAAABmU/5Qf4GRgki0I/s320/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549299213213333458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Discovering a new cracker that tastes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like focaccia bread and dipping it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in spaghetti sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMRVtNh0fI/AAAAAAAABmM/DU1wF8khbjc/s1600/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMRVtNh0fI/AAAAAAAABmM/DU1wF8khbjc/s320/DSC01612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549298230461846002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Receiving a Christmas package from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Deavers and......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMQiPzYwZI/AAAAAAAABmE/n2SROLVqUkA/s1600/DSC01690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMQiPzYwZI/AAAAAAAABmE/n2SROLVqUkA/s320/DSC01690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549297346394243474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;using the pepperoni they sent to make pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMQCZPTCpI/AAAAAAAABl8/LGU9Sb4i57A/s1600/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMQCZPTCpI/AAAAAAAABl8/LGU9Sb4i57A/s320/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549296799171414674" /&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;Decorating for Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our nativity scene from Madagascar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the angel who is missing a wing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMPfiRg4bI/AAAAAAAABl0/BKaR9UAYFZg/s1600/DSC01710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMPfiRg4bI/AAAAAAAABl0/BKaR9UAYFZg/s320/DSC01710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549296200301207986" /&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;Walking to a baptism at the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMO3uPW7SI/AAAAAAAABls/k63VZBafgZQ/s1600/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMO3uPW7SI/AAAAAAAABls/k63VZBafgZQ/s320/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549295516318625058" /&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;Celebrating Charlie's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMN9pMU7kI/AAAAAAAABlk/rIFVU_Vhee4/s1600/DSC01944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMN9pMU7kI/AAAAAAAABlk/rIFVU_Vhee4/s320/DSC01944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549294518531321410" /&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;Making whoopie pies for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and it certainly won't be the last)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMM_B3_yaI/AAAAAAAABlU/oGNXPzkBBQ8/s1600/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMM_B3_yaI/AAAAAAAABlU/oGNXPzkBBQ8/s320/DSC02009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549293442825177506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-1813852825130697441?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1813852825130697441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1813852825130697441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1813852825130697441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1813852825130697441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-on-10th-somewhere.html' title='10 on the 10th somewhere'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQMUT7urJ4I/AAAAAAAABmk/uDUuogVzmQk/s72-c/DSC01505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7445049465307463439</id><published>2010-12-09T07:21:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:07:13.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love these first two pics because I'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking at my Mom.  I've watched her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my whole life.  It's kind of scary to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know someone is always watching you, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; that's what daughters do....they watch their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moms, and they learn.  I've learned so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much from my Mom, and I'm still learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still watching her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3p2yBeZI/AAAAAAAABlM/DQUspFfBwJA/s1600/25707_10150168795505593_892135592_11551398_3495897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3p2yBeZI/AAAAAAAABlM/DQUspFfBwJA/s320/25707_10150168795505593_892135592_11551398_3495897_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548566301884119442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3hY_v1MI/AAAAAAAABlE/TBHhzUhZLH4/s1600/25707_10150168774830593_892135592_11551343_4497572_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3hY_v1MI/AAAAAAAABlE/TBHhzUhZLH4/s320/25707_10150168774830593_892135592_11551343_4497572_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548566156449666242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a wonderful cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(And she's probably going to kill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me for posting a picture of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with early a.m. bed-head.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3PUiPt7I/AAAAAAAABk8/93qNvbn76z0/s1600/DSC06332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3PUiPt7I/AAAAAAAABk8/93qNvbn76z0/s320/DSC06332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548565846014539698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's an excellent speaker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the day she spoke in chapel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at our kid's school last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; She was listening to a little guy answer a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB2Q27ccFI/AAAAAAAABk0/2hRMZeTaEIM/s1600/DSC07467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB2Q27ccFI/AAAAAAAABk0/2hRMZeTaEIM/s320/DSC07467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548564772915277906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's an animal lover. If I had a nickel for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the number of pets she has had in her lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd be rich.....everything from iguanas to deer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; to cats and dogs, and now a monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB1FiTPigI/AAAAAAAABks/WfLHYAfwhh4/s1600/Mom%2Band%2BDad%2527s%2Bpics%2B-%2B2009%2B495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB1FiTPigI/AAAAAAAABks/WfLHYAfwhh4/s320/Mom%2Band%2BDad%2527s%2Bpics%2B-%2B2009%2B495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548563478887762434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she's crazy (not in the &lt;i&gt;insane asylum, need-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a- straight- jacket&lt;/i&gt; kind of way) She loves to laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she makes others laugh.  I got my warped sense &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of humor from these two individuals below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (and passed it on to the capped juvenile in the background).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB0RVBTIrI/AAAAAAAABkk/36numCgQeWs/s1600/DSC06318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB0RVBTIrI/AAAAAAAABkk/36numCgQeWs/s320/DSC06318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548562581969642162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom is many things, to many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's a counselor, an adviser, a help, a nurse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a champion, an advocate, a minister, a refuge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a teacher, a learner, a listening ear, a confidante, a chef,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a wife, a sister, a mother, a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her home is a respite, a hotel, a restaurant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and during this last year, a hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been watching you for 43 years, Mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to be like you in so many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even though my feet are bigger than yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could never fill your shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even though I'm taller,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I still look up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQBzgj572kI/AAAAAAAABkc/tvtsv61f380/s1600/DSC07511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQBzgj572kI/AAAAAAAABkc/tvtsv61f380/s320/DSC07511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548561744151697986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-7445049465307463439?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7445049465307463439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7445049465307463439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7445049465307463439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7445049465307463439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-to-my-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Mom!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TQB3p2yBeZI/AAAAAAAABlM/DQUspFfBwJA/s72-c/25707_10150168795505593_892135592_11551398_3495897_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1582151784261171145</id><published>2010-12-01T09:13:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:23:39.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and Strange store sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, so blogger won't let me upload anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photos.  Oh well......I'll try again another time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, this is all I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke playing soccer in a school &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tournament recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TPX4g_kOBcI/AAAAAAAABj8/mAHjlT7K6L8/s1600/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TPX4g_kOBcI/AAAAAAAABj8/mAHjlT7K6L8/s320/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545611761879483842" /&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson and Will watching Signs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TPX2yRkO5uI/AAAAAAAABj0/-mrZ-4ouYYc/s1600/DSC01519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TPX2yRkO5uI/AAAAAAAABj0/-mrZ-4ouYYc/s320/DSC01519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545609859745900258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whilst shopping at our local grocery store on Monday, we took a stroll down the toy aisle on the way to the laundry detergent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We noticed a toy soldier that actually crawls on the ground, holding a gun (you put a battery in each leg).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The description on the packaging stated:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Warrior Zero: Hour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Controls the world destiny in the future ruler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Army Combat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Combat Temiqles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the future ruler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come into the market.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Made in China&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then on the personal hygiene aisle I saw some Bath and Shower Gel…..one brand  offered three different fragrance/flavor options:   Aloe Vera, Rose or Chocolate!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-1582151784261171145?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1582151784261171145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1582151784261171145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1582151784261171145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1582151784261171145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/12/pics-and-strange-store-sightings.html' title='Pics and Strange store sightings'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TPX4g_kOBcI/AAAAAAAABj8/mAHjlT7K6L8/s72-c/DSC01604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6535576194249391942</id><published>2010-11-10T15:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:30:05.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on the Tenth</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm actually doing this on the tenth!&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 things I've enjoyed about my kids lately&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Going grocery shopping with Abby.  She never stops talking and enjoys every moment of the trip (Unlike her 3 brothers who HATE going to the grocery store).  I'm not too fond of it either but she makes it a pleasant experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Eating the cookies that Luke made all by himself the other day.  He was so proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Good report cards - not perfect, but evidence of hard work with room to grow and improve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. When Coleson hugs Abby, kisses the top of her head and they do their secret handshake.  It's hard to believe he only has 8 more months till he goes off to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When Will volunteered to make Abby's grilled cheese sandwich for her the other night and added a sliced banana on the side with a dollop of peanut butter because he knows she likes it.   He's growing up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Watching Luke eat a sour apple - he made the craziest faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Laughing with Will about funny lines in "Chicken Run".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Abby's hair - it's so thick and pretty.  I love to braid it. Too bad she doesn't enjoy it much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  Listening to Coleson sing to Chelsea (girlfriend) on Skype.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  Watching "Signs" with Coleson and Will the other night.  They made hats out of foil.  Love that movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-6535576194249391942?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6535576194249391942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6535576194249391942' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6535576194249391942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6535576194249391942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/11/ten-on-tenth.html' title='Ten on the Tenth'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5464716779288567935</id><published>2010-10-30T23:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:49:29.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I really should be asleep, but......</title><content type='html'>*I've had caffeine today and I've got a BUZZ!!!  Tonight I went to a dinner for the girls in the weekly Bible study I attend.  It was supposed to be a time for us to meet each other's husbands but mine is gone.  So my date was my friend Stacie whose husband is also out of town.  It was still fun.  I love our group - 3 girls from the Netherlands, 2 from Brazil, one from Portugal, one from Ireland and a few crazy Americans.  We are a good mix with really different personalities and view points, not to mention languages and customs. (Tonight, one lady greeted another with cheek kisses, as is the norm here,  but instead of the traditional Mozambican/Brazilian/Portuguese 2 kisses (one on each cheek) she gave three because she's Dutch and that's what they do in the Netherlands.)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My kids have often heard me say, when I feel neglected or left out, "What am I?  Chopped liver?"  Yesterday I asked Amanda to help me in the kitchen while Abby (who is normally my right-hand-man in the kitchen) looked so dejected and said, "I'm a pork chop!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I woke up this a.m. at 7:00 a.m., rolled over, grabbed my book and read for an hour.  I LOVE Saturday mornings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Remember the lady &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-pictures-pictures.html"&gt;Rosa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;who visits me with her grandson Tiago?  Last time she wanted me to write a letter to the orphanage where she wanted to leave him so he would not be adopted and she could return for him after a few years.  Well, she came back yesterday, with Tiago (who is growing and is SO big!).  She did not leave him at the orphanage and I think she has been lying to me.  So disappointing.  I hate it when I am a sucker.  Tiago is innocent even if his grandmother is not truthful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My husband has been gone 18 days and is due home day after tomorrow.  I am beyond ready for him to get home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We are looking forward to hosting several families in our home for a big Thanksgiving meal.  I'm praying for a cloudy, cool day to cook and bake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Does anyone wonder where October went?  Seriously, it feels like September was just last week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*OK it's almost midnight so I should go to bed now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-5464716779288567935?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5464716779288567935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5464716779288567935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5464716779288567935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5464716779288567935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-really-should-be-asleep-but.html' title='I really should be asleep, but......'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4535086961484229543</id><published>2010-10-25T09:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:49:27.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it's Monday morning when.....</title><content type='html'>*you wake up with a start because you were dreaming that you were in college, living in a dorm and you were supposed to have read Silas Marner for a test the next day and you hadn't even started the book.  &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; I did not have a lap-top or internet access and I was panicked.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you wake up from this dream, stand up and realize that it feels like someone shoved a tennis ball behind your left eyeball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*your 9 year old has the same sock issues her Aunt Amy does and cries because that darn seam at the toe is "killing her!" and she just can't walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That Monday morning can be turned around when:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you are reminded that GOD is in control and this life is not all about ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Eldest son makes a pot of delicious Starbucks Breakfast Blend coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*you use humor to diffuse the sock situation (and humor on a Monday morning can only be attributed to GOD!)  and grumpy daughter starts laughing her crazy laugh.... but abruptly  stops laughing when she realizes that she forgot to make her lunch and it is &lt;i&gt;exactly &lt;/i&gt;2 minutes before you are to walk out the door for school....but you use your super- mom- super-fast sandwich making skillz and everyone makes it to school on time.  PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Your bff Lynne informs you that there is an (new-to-me) ENGLISH radio station in our city that plays really cool old music. It keeps me sane and smiling in this crazy traffic.  It's like listening to a stranger's ipod (with really wacky taste in music) on shuffle.  Sunday they were playing Christmas music.  This morning was the "Tradgedy" by the Bee-Gees followed by whoever sings "Rainy Night in Georgia".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you are having a rough Monday just remember to read your Bible for a bit, drink some good coffee, laugh and borrow your neighbor's ipod and put it on shuffle.&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/24354076-4535086961484229543?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4535086961484229543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4535086961484229543' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4535086961484229543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4535086961484229543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-know-its-monday-morning-when.html' title='You know it&apos;s Monday morning when.....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7225229470629467743</id><published>2010-10-20T09:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:49:10.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mind today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*I would like to give God glory and thanks for providing for me (and YOU!) in big and small ways every day,  but especially when my husband is away. I see His Hand of provision and I am so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*I'm so thankful that today was a calm (I just typed clam!) school morning after two yucky starts on Monday and Tuesday.  Charlie is on a long trip and being the lone parent on morning duty doesn't always go well.  I'm grateful for big kids who make their own breakfast, their own lunches and basically do everything themselves.  I just monitor, mostly.   And get the laundry started, tidy up, and brush Abby's hair.  I'm also grateful Chris and Amanda are still with us.  It helps having two more adults in the house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*And doesn't it always happen that something goes wrong in the house while Daddy is out of town??  Monday a.m. the bathtub/shower drain in the kid's bathroom stopped draining.....with 3 inches of standing water in it.  Lovely.  The plumber was able to come in the afternoon and thankfully fixed the problem without having to bash in the wall to see the pipes like he originally told me he would have to do!  So I'm thankful for plungers.  And for plumbers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I heard the Lonestar song "Let Them Be Little" for the first time today.  What a sweet song! Yeah, so it was released 5 years ago.  I'm behind the times....we don't have country music stations here.  Anyway, I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sunday night one of my guitar strings broke... the 3rd string up from the bottom.  I embarrassed my teenage son today when I happily found a replacement string and innocently told him, "Hey Coleson, I found a new g-string!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Abby and I had a good laugh last night when she was reading me quotes from the Junie B. Jones book she is re-reading.  I love Junie B.  (And her feet smell like stink.  Any Junie B. fans out there?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Abby is like her mother in so many ways.  I currently have 4 or 5 books on my bedside table that I'm reading.  Abby goes from room to room in the afternoons carrying around 2 or 3 that she likes to "read on"......right now it's the June B. Jones book, a new Judy Blume book she got from the school library and her assigned book report book about Daniel Boone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I watched Fried Green Tomatoes again last night.  I hadn't seen it in years. My favorite line is when Evelyn is all upset and says "I'm too young to be old and too old to be young".  I've been feeling that way a lot lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Coleson had us all rolling with laughter on the way home from school yesterday with his Afrikaans accent.  Auntie Heidi......you would have been so proud!  He said he misses you really much.  :-)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I baked two butternut squash (is the plural squash or squashes?) yesterday to make pumpkin muffins (they are excellent substitutes for pumpkin if you can't get it) then couldn't bake last night because I ran out of butane for my oven.  So I better get off of here and get to baking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tawanda!!!&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/24354076-7225229470629467743?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7225229470629467743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7225229470629467743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7225229470629467743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7225229470629467743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-my-mind-today.html' title='On my mind today'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8877815869698863560</id><published>2010-10-16T18:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T19:11:56.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. What is your favorite quote and wh&lt;/b&gt;y?&lt;div&gt;"If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy".  I like it because it reminds me that although Charlie is the head of the home, I am the heart and if my attitude stinks then it just spreads to the whole family.  I've seen it happen time and time again.  But, if my attitude is good and I'm relying on the Holy Spirit to guide and counsel me, then even if my kid's attitudes are poopy, I can help diffuse situations and keep the peace in my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. If  you had to choose one favorite sweet treat what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you had one million dollars handed to you, what would you buy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several acres of land in the rolling hills of north Louisiana, build a house on 2 acres to give to my parents and split up the rest of the acres for my siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What is a favorite memory of a childhood game you enjoyed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing tag after church on Sunday and Wednesday nights with the other kids at church.  We actually called it "chase".  Sometimes we played "kiss chase" and "freeze chase".  The lamp pole was always base.  I remember running on cold evenings until it hurt to breath deeply and I would get hoarse from yelling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. If you could do one thing in life over what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go back to my baby's baby-hoods and I would not worry as much and enjoy them more. I spent way too much time worrying and not enough time just savoring the sweet time with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What movie would you watch over and over again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pride and Prejudice (with Keira Knightly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Jeans or Sweats?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Have you ever shot a gun or ever been hunting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shot a handgun the summer I worked in Alaska.  A tree thinner we met took us out in the woods by his house to do some target shooting.  After shooting it once I knew I never wanted to shoot a gun again.  Ever.  I would never want to go hunting.  I'm not morally opposed to it, I just don't want to shoot a gun again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this from Mer at her blog &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;Life at 7000 Feet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-8877815869698863560?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8877815869698863560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8877815869698863560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8877815869698863560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8877815869698863560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/10/fun-meme.html' title='A Fun Meme'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-8327266340262877012</id><published>2010-10-12T10:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:43:09.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on the 10th on the 12th</title><content type='html'>Well better late than never I say!  Every month I try and join in with this fun list that Mer hosts over at her &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/2010/10/10-on-10th.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Sorry I'm a couple of days late this month, and I thought about skipping it altogether, but I had some really great links I wanted to share.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are 10 blogs or blog posts that I've read recently that I thought were really meaty, touching, educational or just plain entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love this &lt;a href="http://kecia-walkingbyfaith.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-on-tenth.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dedicated to expectant or new moms written by one of my dearest friends, Kecia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. This&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/2010/10/woooo-pig-sooooie.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was written by a fellow OBU alumnus, Jill.  She and her husband lost their 17 year old daughter, Hannah, to a brain tumor last year.  I love how she honestly and beautifully shares about her life and loss but also joy and most importantly some really big things God is teaching her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. This &lt;a href="http://katiehardeman.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-lessons-from-marathon-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was written by Katie, who recently ran a marathon.  She lived in Mozambique for one year and taught at my kid's school.  Now she lives, teaches and runs in sunny California.  She's beautiful, smart, athletic, loves Jesus and makes me laugh so hard that I almost, well......just go read her blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. For this one I'm just linking to a&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; not a particular post.  I love to visit this blog because of the writer's awesome photography skills.  And even though I don't see eye to eye with her spiritually, I enjoy her observations on life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I just found this &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthingshendrick.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today, about an American family living and working in Haiti.  I think I'll be going back to read more and I thought some of you might like it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I love reading posts about&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://helgrenhideout.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;this family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;who serve as missionaries in the country of Zambia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Mary at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.owlhaven.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Owlhaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is one of my favorite blogs.  Even though I don't have much in common with her - she and her husband are raising their 10 children and she sounds as close to Super Mom as you can get - she's humble and honest and strives to raise her family simply in a God-centered home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  This is the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imb.org/main/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for our sending agency.  Good stuff here about what God is doing all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://carpoolqueen.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Carpool Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; always makes me laugh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Although sometimes a bit distasteful, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;CakeWrecks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is bizarre and to my warped sense of humor, highly entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-8327266340262877012?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/8327266340262877012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=8327266340262877012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8327266340262877012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/8327266340262877012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-on-10th-on-12th.html' title='10 on the 10th on the 12th'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-9173295031195938579</id><published>2010-10-08T13:00:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:59:49.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this kid is 16!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(On this computer my pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;only go back to 2004. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he was at 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8BB4uoOfI/AAAAAAAABjo/yi-s4Q1ew2o/s1600/039_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8BB4uoOfI/AAAAAAAABjo/yi-s4Q1ew2o/s320/039_39.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525636399726344690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8AXO_KFPI/AAAAAAAABjg/lPGFxT_vos4/s1600/DSCF0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8AXO_KFPI/AAAAAAAABjg/lPGFxT_vos4/s320/DSCF0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525635666966877426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let this look fool you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's really a teddy bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A teddy bear that shaves, wears deodorant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and leaves his dirty socks wadded up in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his tennis shoes.  And I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All 6 ft. 4 inches of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8AOSeGahI/AAAAAAAABjY/Urch6iRs6mE/s1600/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8AOSeGahI/AAAAAAAABjY/Urch6iRs6mE/s320/DSC00758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525635513283144210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is on Oct. 6, his birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy to get the phone he was expecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK79_zC2nlI/AAAAAAAABjQ/KedRY3nzDIc/s1600/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK79_zC2nlI/AAAAAAAABjQ/KedRY3nzDIc/s320/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525633065305939538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprised to get a 12 pack of Dr. Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;brought from South Africa by a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK79SlzxOMI/AAAAAAAABjI/yYeQ21AG9kY/s1600/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK79SlzxOMI/AAAAAAAABjI/yYeQ21AG9kY/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525632288658897090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here he is thrilled to receive a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toaster.  See, Will is a toast-aholic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in July our toaster quit toasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and we have yet to replace it. We decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead to get Will one of his very own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(I love the look on Abby's face, laughing at her brother.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK7811XNqGI/AAAAAAAABjA/FzsDtkRinJs/s1600/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK7811XNqGI/AAAAAAAABjA/FzsDtkRinJs/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525631794617886818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember back in January when Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I attended the wedding of our friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris and Amanda Walker?  Well guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are here with us now in Mozambique!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are suffering the effects of jet lag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK77_qdOpeI/AAAAAAAABi4/SsnUGw_NPPU/s1600/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK77_qdOpeI/AAAAAAAABi4/SsnUGw_NPPU/s320/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630863977391586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here they are awake!  They came to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teach at our kid's school this year.  We are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO EXCITED they are here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK77PV3WDuI/AAAAAAAABiw/Hwu25-qN018/s1600/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK77PV3WDuI/AAAAAAAABiw/Hwu25-qN018/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525630033816063714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they shared a secret with us....well it's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a secret anymore.......they are going to have a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby in May, 2011!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can read about their adventures&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://themodernnomads.blogspot.com/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;******************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my honey and me.  We went to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; dinner together last night... all by ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was lovely.   I love this boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK76fVUt0oI/AAAAAAAABio/vNd7ScNJp6c/s1600/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK76fVUt0oI/AAAAAAAABio/vNd7ScNJp6c/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525629209037099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24354076-9173295031195938579?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/9173295031195938579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=9173295031195938579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/9173295031195938579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/9173295031195938579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/10/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TK8BB4uoOfI/AAAAAAAABjo/yi-s4Q1ew2o/s72-c/039_39.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1068088339452344876</id><published>2010-09-17T12:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:49:51.869+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Homework Help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently goggles help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNHr2dKGBI/AAAAAAAABig/daqRX-TKGzM/s1600/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNHr2dKGBI/AAAAAAAABig/daqRX-TKGzM/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517832787136747538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-1068088339452344876?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1068088339452344876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1068088339452344876' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1068088339452344876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1068088339452344876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/09/need-homework-help.html' title='Need Homework Help?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNHr2dKGBI/AAAAAAAABig/daqRX-TKGzM/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1872307768073051956</id><published>2010-09-17T12:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:46:55.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought some bath tub appliques the other &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day, you know the non-slip little sticker things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that keep you from falling in the tub?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure where these were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; manufactured but their English is hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNFJa_b09I/AAAAAAAABiQ/l_GS0VFYq3Q/s1600/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNFJa_b09I/AAAAAAAABiQ/l_GS0VFYq3Q/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517829996625515474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top right corner says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bath mat fresh taste" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the other corner,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Full funny"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNEouea1rI/AAAAAAAABiI/bpHUS1Y9TIQ/s1600/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNEouea1rI/AAAAAAAABiI/bpHUS1Y9TIQ/s320/DSC00717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517829434920064690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm.........&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/24354076-1872307768073051956?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1872307768073051956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1872307768073051956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1872307768073051956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1872307768073051956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-funny.html' title='Full Funny'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TJNFJa_b09I/AAAAAAAABiQ/l_GS0VFYq3Q/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-2795490690790549641</id><published>2010-09-10T19:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:46:50.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on the Tenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YAY!  I'm actually doing 10 on the Tenth on the right day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I love lists and I love joining in with Mer over&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 on the Tenth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;10 things I did today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Led music for the chapel service at my kid's school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We sang Beautiful One, Holy is the Lord, and Friend of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Had a breakfast date with my favorite person in the whole world - Charlie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost every Friday after I get home from chapel we go to a local cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for bagels.  Charlie gets tea and I get decaffeinated coffee and we talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We look forward to it all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. After breakfast we went on a scavenger hunt of sorts......going around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our city looking for a new fixture for our kitchen sink.  Ours broke on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;morning and every one that Charlie bought this week didn't fit.  We FINALLY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;found one this afternoon.  I'm thankful I can use our sink again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Watched people exiting a local mosque as they celebrated the last day of Ramadan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Bought a few groceries at our local grocery store, Shoprite.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Wrote some emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Picked Will up from soccer practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.  Drank a Red Grapetizer.....one of my favorite drinks in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Made homemade pizza for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Watched Andy Griffith while eating pizza for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite episodes is when Aunt Bea gets soused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinking Colonel Harvey's Spirited Elixir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Too-too-toosie goodbye......"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-2795490690790549641?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2795490690790549641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=2795490690790549641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2795490690790549641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2795490690790549641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/09/10-on-tenth.html' title='10 on the Tenth'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4537811474498821801</id><published>2010-09-06T09:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:41:11.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OUACHITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know me well, I graduated from Ouachita Baptist University in Arkadelphia, Arkansas, a small liberal arts university.  Today is Founder's Day at Ouachita and I wanted to participate in their &lt;a href="http://www.obu.edu/admissions/OBUblogabout.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BlogAbout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Warning:  this post is pretty sappy and if you don't have any Ouachita ties you may just want to skip it.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow! It's hard to believe that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Ouachita Baptist University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is 124 years old this year!  I was there when Ouachita turned 100!  TWENTY FOUR YEARS AGO! I guess that makes me pretty old. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about OBU in some way.  My life changed dramatically during my years there.  My freshman year alone was life changing for me..... I was one of those odd ducks.....a missionary kid.  I had missed out on all things American during my high school years - no prom, homecoming football games, dates, etc. etc.  So Ouachita was like an alien planet to me.  But God was gracious and put me on the smallest floor of Flippen-Perrin Dorm.  My roommate,  Amy Cray, and I had the sweetest, kindest suite-mates - Angie Erwin and Mandy Bibbs.  My next door neighbors were  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://kecia-walkingbyfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Kecia Stuart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and Dina Teague.  My across the hall friends were Jennifer Easter, Megan McMillan, Sandra Schull and Stephanie Kemp.  Across the hall from them were Kelley Crow and Susan Bridges.  That was it!  Just 12 girls.  They became my family.  They loved me during that crazy, difficult year.  Many nights we gathered in Dina and Kecia's room to watch Remington Steele or Dynasty.  We pooled our money to buy pizza; we stood in the dark together peering through the mini-blinds at the Kappas when they came to serenade us. We squealed and huddled together during run-throughs.  We cried when dumb boys broke our hearts.  We had a Christmas party, we left stupid notes for each other, we went on trips together and to each other's homes (well except for mine.....my parents were not on the continent at the time!)  They helped me love Ouachita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked at the News Bureau that year under Mac Sisson, an old family friend, who saved me from a work-study job in the cafeteria.  I stuffed envelopes (before the internet age when news releases were sent by snail mail!) and filed and heard all the campus gossip. My co-workers helped understand the world outside the dorm and the classroom........football games, pageants, talent shows, campus movies, track meets, and lectures.  The News Bureau and Mac Sisson helped me love OBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really enjoyed my classes my freshman year.  After three years of doing high school by correspondence course, going to real classes with real teachers was shockingly different and refreshing.  I loved the class interaction and discussion.  I loved how knowledgeable my instructors were - how they could lecture on topics for the whole class time without even consulting their notes!  I loved Mr. Sandifer's sense of humor when we looked at botany slides, Mr. Brown's explanation of the shark anatomy in Zoology class, and  Dr. Nesbitt's crazy ties and odd quips in Chemistry class.  Dr. Morris intimidated me in English when he graded our writing but spurred me on to not just write "purple prose".   All these teachers helped me love Ouachita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too socially awkward to navigate my way in the social club world my freshman year.  It looked fun and by the time I understood how things worked and how meaningful the sisterhood of the clubs could be I was older and  involved in other things.  The BSU became my world and it was there that God grew me and brought some incredible people into my life.  I was challenged by the missionary speakers that first year during Global Focus week.  BSU retreats and leadership training brought me direction and discipleship.  The BSU helped me love OBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My freshman year I met a young man - a tall, gangly kid from Texas named Charlie.  He was in my freshman English class with Dean Flaig. I thought Charlie was &lt;i&gt;kinda cute&lt;/i&gt; and even twirped him during Twirp Week but he turned me down because of a previous engagement (or so he said).  I didn't give him another thought  that year.  Little did I know that the next year he would gather up enough courage to ask me out. The rest is history.  We got married in Berry Chapel the summer before our 5th year at OBU. (We liked it so much we had to stay another year!) Meeting and falling in love with Charlie definitely contributed to me loving OBU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things changed for me during my years at OBU.  My job changed from the News Bureau to being an RA in the dorms.  Kecia Stuart became my roommate my sophomore year and we roomed together for the next three years.  My major changed from pre-med (what was I thinking???) to Early Childhood Education.  I moved from Flippen-Perrin to Francis Crawford West to OC Bailey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than the external changes were the internal changes that took place.  My faith in Jesus became my own faith, not the faith I inherited from my parents, and I began to learn what it really meant to walk with God daily in a loving, dynamic relationship.  I grew in confidence as I changed majors and realized my love for children and for teaching.  I learned to laugh more and enjoy life as I was surrounded by so many crazy, fun people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be eternally grateful for Ouachita.  My heart will forever be full of the memories of that place - Walt's cafeteria, Dr. Grant's speeches, hanging out on the Bridge, checking my mail at the post office, Noonday, 50 cent movies, the labs in Moses Provine, crossing the bridge to the boy's dorms, playing racquetball at Sturgis, bowling class, Pam Arrington, Fran Coulter, Bill Steeger, Bud Fray, Ian and Sharon Cosh, Mark Baber, Mom Chu, Mom Rodgers, Mom Smith, Stephanie Hartsfield, Bryan Bullington, Kim Herndon, Karen Crouch, Brenda White, Dan Pennell, Anita Murdock, Chris Norris, Jennifer Mosely, Lydia Fowler, Sharon and Karen Ennis, Elmer DePaula, Eric Reddish, Becca Petty, Cindi Price, Robert and Sharon Pinkston, Dean Dixson, BSU Retreats at Camp Paron, mission trips to Washington D.C. and Zimbabwe, and the list goes on and on and on......of the places and people who impacted me and will forever be in my heart.  I love Ouachita.&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/24354076-4537811474498821801?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4537811474498821801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4537811474498821801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4537811474498821801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4537811474498821801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/09/ouachita.html' title='OUACHITA'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6948285300342275808</id><published>2010-08-30T11:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:39:53.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning</title><content type='html'>I am not fond of mornings.  I think I wake up most mornings telling the Lord that.  I do like them on Saturdays when I wake up to use the bathroom and go back to sleep for as long as I want to.  I'm SO thankful for older children who can get their own breakfast!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice weekend, despite not having water on Friday evening and pretty much all day and night Saturday.  When I complained on Saturday night about not smelling very nice and wishing I could take a shower, Charlie wondered out loud how he was going to sleep in the same bed with me!  I told him he didn't have to.....he could sleep on the couch! Ha Ha!   He didn't think that was very funny.  And he didn't sleep on the couch, we both went to bed in need of a shower and woke up Sunday a.m. to lots o'water.  I took an extra long shower before we went to church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of church, we have started to attend another small church two Sundays a month. When we arrived there yesterday a.m. the leader of the congregation immediately asked Charlie to preach.  He said sure and did a great job preaching with no prior knowledge, in Portuguese and with no notes!!  And he was calm and smiling.  He's my hero.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after church we received what I considered a special blessing. (And I'm not being sarcastic!)  We heard them announce during the service that immediately after the service they would be having their "assembleia" or business meeting. ( I don't particularly enjoy church meetings of any form here because a.) they can last a loooonnnngg time and b.) I only understand about 13.5% of what is said because everyone talks so fast and they mix in the local language.)  Because we are not members of the church the leader made it a point of telling us that we did not need to stay for the meeting!! Hallelujah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I slept late on Saturday, I did get up  to make breakfast.  Well, Charlie and I together made waffles.  However, the first batch that went into our very old Black and Decker waffle maker stuck.  I mean STUCK.  It's Monday a.m. and it's still there.  We've all taken turns chipping on it.  We can only seem to chip small bits away.  Anyone have any advice on how to get it out?  I can't immerse the waffle maker to soak it.  Maybe I could just put a little water on it to saturate it and soften it up.   Thankfully we own two waffle makers so the other one had to do for making waffles for a bunch of hungry people.  &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/24354076-6948285300342275808?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6948285300342275808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6948285300342275808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6948285300342275808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6948285300342275808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-morning.html' title='Monday Morning'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-275038653774444913</id><published>2010-08-23T12:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T12:39:15.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A recipe</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days where I needed to fix a quick meal and my cupboards were (are!) bare. Well, not totally bare, but missing all the ingredients I needed for an old standby.  So I was forced to be a little creative.  Have you ever seen that old BBC Foods show "Ready, Steady, Cook" where two contestants are paired up with two professional chefs?  The contestants bring a few random items from their kitchen and the chefs have to come up with a meal using those items.  I loved that show (maybe there's an American version, I don't know).  Anyhow, that's what I felt like this a.m..  So here's my made up recipe for a one dish meal with &lt;b&gt;no help&lt;/b&gt; from allr*cipes.com.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have no name for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oil - olive or canola (or whatever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pkg. bacon (cut into small pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lg. onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 pkg. elbow macaroni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cook macaroni per pkg. instructions.  Drain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Saute' the onion in approx. 2 tblsp. oil until onions are caramelized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Remove onion from pan and add small pieces of bacon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cook bacon until crispy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Add onion, bacon and bacon drippings to the cooked pasta. (I use South African bacon so there were very few drippings.   I don't know about the bacon in your country. If your bacon leaves you with a whole pan full, I wouldn't use that much.  I barely had a tblsp.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Mix together with pasta and add salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.This recipe is not low-fat or healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.If you've read this recipe somewhere before then don't tell me because I don't remember reading it anywhere and I think I made it up and I like feeling all smart and creative today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I guess it is similar to pasta carbonara.  Without the cheese.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. It tasted good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-275038653774444913?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/275038653774444913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=275038653774444913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/275038653774444913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/275038653774444913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/recipe.html' title='A recipe'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5788690011952733518</id><published>2010-08-19T09:22:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:07:09.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the curtains I started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first ever.  I still have 6 panels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left to complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzgTnOiDMI/AAAAAAAABhs/ngfwDc0UCis/s1600/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzgTnOiDMI/AAAAAAAABhs/ngfwDc0UCis/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507023071919344834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy in our church makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these djembes.  Very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzfjt1EDgI/AAAAAAAABhk/F4nTrgV9jn4/s1600/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzfjt1EDgI/AAAAAAAABhk/F4nTrgV9jn4/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507022249057848834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of 12th grade for Coleson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of 9th grade for Will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who know Coleson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his new hair color was a summer "project".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzfCm5GrBI/AAAAAAAABhc/6zR6UQ-KU0Y/s1600/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzfCm5GrBI/AAAAAAAABhc/6zR6UQ-KU0Y/s320/DSC00618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507021680260066322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim, Charlotte, and Sarah Cearley visited us last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim is our Affinity Group Leader for Sub-Saharan Africa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they were on the final leg of a several &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; road trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed them so much.  &lt;a href="http://thenalls.wordpress.com/2010/07/28/encouragement-2/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; they are - more towards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the beginning of their trip - when they visited the Nalls in Tete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BTW, if you haven't ever read the Nalls blog (just look over the the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you should check it out. God is using them and their Mozambican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;partners to share the gospel with people who have never heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they are a precious family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzebGRCaJI/AAAAAAAABhU/9WtwdkbuUew/s1600/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzebGRCaJI/AAAAAAAABhU/9WtwdkbuUew/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507021001487181970" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember when I blogged about Tiago&lt;a href="http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/03/ten-on-tenth-on-eleventh-again.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His grandmother, Rosa, brought him by for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visit this week.  And she had a request.  She &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;asked me to write a letter to the orphanage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where she is planning to leave Tiago for a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;years (yes, YEARS!).  She doesn't make enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money to take good care of him and she wants to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leave him at an orphanage where he will be well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken care of, until he's about 8. (This is a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;common practice in Mozambique.)  She wanted me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; to write a letter, asking the orphanage to not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;allow him to be adopted and taken to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;country during that time because she wants him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back.  (I'm not sure why she thinks I have some authority&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that the orphanage will do what I say!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I so wished we could take him,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it's not what we are supposed to do right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, every time I tried to hold him he screamed.  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for Tiago and Rosa.  He's 18 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray that God will give Rosa work so that she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't have to leave Tiago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzd1sQQ3iI/AAAAAAAABhM/HZ879Vne3LY/s1600/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzd1sQQ3iI/AAAAAAAABhM/HZ879Vne3LY/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507020358849453602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sweet Baby James, the son of our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; colleagues Todd and Tia.  He was born last Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  So sweet and tiny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzdQAPbk7I/AAAAAAAABhE/K4ppgDS6nzA/s1600/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzdQAPbk7I/AAAAAAAABhE/K4ppgDS6nzA/s320/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507019711379641266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke's latest artistic creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzcgjuIxfI/AAAAAAAABg8/wnvwKdcSylQ/s1600/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzcgjuIxfI/AAAAAAAABg8/wnvwKdcSylQ/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507018896269952498" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24354076-5788690011952733518?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5788690011952733518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5788690011952733518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5788690011952733518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5788690011952733518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures, Pictures, Pictures!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGzgTnOiDMI/AAAAAAAABhs/ngfwDc0UCis/s72-c/DSC00537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-4765345129035287651</id><published>2010-08-12T13:55:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:16:59.825+02:00</updated><title type='text'>August 12, 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGPhz5_5jeI/AAAAAAAABg0/aWmycX9dBC0/s1600/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGPhz5_5jeI/AAAAAAAABg0/aWmycX9dBC0/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504491451435290082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt;21 years ago today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was 22, you were 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We said "I do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd love to go back and do it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Except for that stir-fry that made us sick that first year.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; go back and do it all over again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;knowing what we know now.  It'd make those first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;few years a LOT easier.  Thanks for loving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your heavenly reward for putting up with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will be very great, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I love you, honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Happy Anniversary!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BTW, this photo was taken on some random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; evening during our 2 year engagement, outside the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cafeteria at OBU one evening, after soccer practice and dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (the reason for the shorts......and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; weren't they short back in the 80's?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-4765345129035287651?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/4765345129035287651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=4765345129035287651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4765345129035287651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/4765345129035287651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-12-1989.html' title='August 12, 1989'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TGPhz5_5jeI/AAAAAAAABg0/aWmycX9dBC0/s72-c/scan0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6202711366140252456</id><published>2010-08-04T14:07:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T15:09:04.145+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth, Birthday, and a Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are a Facebook friend then you know that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson got his wisdom teeth removed last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We traveled to South Africa so that he could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have it done by an oral surgeon there.  In South &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Africa they do it as a day surgery.  So we went to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hospital very early so he could be admitted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was super excited! (Not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlfdIK7-bI/AAAAAAAABgs/EY-ipoxU0os/s1600/DSC00486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlfdIK7-bI/AAAAAAAABgs/EY-ipoxU0os/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501533373823973810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sporting his uber-cute blue gown.  Not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictured are the "pretty blue panties" he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got to wear!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Angie, have you gained so much weight that you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a cabbage patch kid OR  like YOU just got your wisdom teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pulled and are still swollen???  Why yes, I have gained weight and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; look like BOTH of those choices, thank you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlejJh3ODI/AAAAAAAABgk/PcDW0w6pWuE/s1600/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlejJh3ODI/AAAAAAAABgk/PcDW0w6pWuE/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501532377756153906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to go into "theatre".   At this point he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had received a tiny pill to calm him down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFleFWR4qhI/AAAAAAAABgc/blk1D5WuxKU/s1600/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFleFWR4qhI/AAAAAAAABgc/blk1D5WuxKU/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531865782725138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After surgery, ice packs were in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A physiotherapist came after a little while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and applied electrotherapy and ultrasound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to his jaws to help reduce swelling and reduce pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFldnUesePI/AAAAAAAABgU/tKgnv-8gZq0/s1600/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFldnUesePI/AAAAAAAABgU/tKgnv-8gZq0/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501531349903505650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His yummy post-surgery meal: &lt;i&gt;jelly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; and custard&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ice cream, yogurt and litchi juice.  He could only handle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the juice, yogurt, and half the ice cream.  Green &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jello floating in custard was not appealing to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlc9aiTRuI/AAAAAAAABgM/7eiESyrZgjE/s1600/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlc9aiTRuI/AAAAAAAABgM/7eiESyrZgjE/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501530629974738658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two days post-op he's barely swollen, sporting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new John Mayer-ish haircut, and posing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with his brother and friends....about to go to a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; movie and a dinner.  This was the serious pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlcV3ddZOI/AAAAAAAABgE/FfMubNIzUB0/s1600/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlcV3ddZOI/AAAAAAAABgE/FfMubNIzUB0/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529950544291042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's 9th birthday was Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pics are out of order...but this is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby (with buddy Rya) blowing out her candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think she thought Rya (age 2) would help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her blow the candles out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Abby got new glasses while we were in S.Africa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlbqzYXOAI/AAAAAAAABf8/L13icBKqRsk/s1600/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlbqzYXOAI/AAAAAAAABf8/L13icBKqRsk/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501529210714798082" /&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;Opening gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlbFUHxFpI/AAAAAAAABf0/TGGlryKTRnA/s1600/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlbFUHxFpI/AAAAAAAABf0/TGGlryKTRnA/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501528566668531346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So happy to get a new Webkinz Kitty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlaj1U97VI/AAAAAAAABfs/DmXM_B7lOn4/s1600/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlaj1U97VI/AAAAAAAABfs/DmXM_B7lOn4/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501527991466716498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to blow out the candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there is a little one around Abby is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be with them....trying to hold them, hug them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carry them, feed them.  Fortunately Rya enjoys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby's &lt;i&gt;mothering...&lt;/i&gt;most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlZ8mPbD3I/AAAAAAAABfk/mrcNHwW7WP4/s1600/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlZ8mPbD3I/AAAAAAAABfk/mrcNHwW7WP4/s320/DSC00556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501527317402029938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now the &lt;b&gt;public service announcement&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please watch all of your moles carefully and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if any are suspicious looking or have grown or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;changed recently (or even not recently) please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visit your friendly neighborhood dermatologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go to our derma. yearly (or at least try to). Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;years ago she took a biopsy of this smallish &lt;i&gt;freckle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my cheek that had grown in size It came back as a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;melanoma in situ&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I visited the dermatologist again last week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(all is well, btw) she pulled the picture of my "freckle" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;up on her computer screen and said, "you know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that doesn't even really look like a melanoma! I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so glad we checked it out!"  I am too!  I think it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was just God who nudged her to be dissatisfied with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;burning it off again (she'd burned it off the previous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;year.)  Just to be careful she took a tiny piece and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sent it off to the lab.  If she hadn't, I would have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had a melanoma growing on my face for the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two years.  Melnomas are not something you want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to mess with.  I'm so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Sorry if this pic makes you queasy.  This is after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the dr. took the biopsy almost 2 years ago.  You  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can't even really tell there is a mole under there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlZYTUvxSI/AAAAAAAABfc/UBI2zMMdha4/s1600/DSC03592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlZYTUvxSI/AAAAAAAABfc/UBI2zMMdha4/s320/DSC03592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501526693848794402" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24354076-6202711366140252456?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6202711366140252456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6202711366140252456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6202711366140252456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6202711366140252456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/wisdom-teeth-birthday-and-public.html' title='Wisdom Teeth, Birthday, and a Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TFlfdIK7-bI/AAAAAAAABgs/EY-ipoxU0os/s72-c/DSC00486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-7882279513768197485</id><published>2010-07-23T13:41:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:56:38.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our School Break So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmK8rxPg2I/AAAAAAAABfU/CbXhwhhXYJo/s1600/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My kitchen is a wreck and the curtains I am making are lying on the ironing board waiting for me to put the ruffle back on the bottom -the one I had to rip out all 60 something inches of stitches from last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, instead of cleaning and sewing I decided to do a little update, just to let you know what’s been going on around here in the southern hemisphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmK8rxPg2I/AAAAAAAABfU/CbXhwhhXYJo/s1600/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Recently Luke and Abby went with Charlie and a group from our church, Igreja Baptist das Mahotas, to do a children’s outreach in another neighborhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They played games, told Bible stories, sang songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Charlie was asked to bring balloons but all he could find were those tiny water balloon kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Luke was amazed at how the smallest of children could blow up these balloons that he could not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmK8rxPg2I/AAAAAAAABfU/CbXhwhhXYJo/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497077595328447330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmJxF9FYCI/AAAAAAAABfM/iu49g30w998/s1600/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmJxF9FYCI/AAAAAAAABfM/iu49g30w998/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076296687378466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Coleson has been cooking and baking lately which is horrible for my waistline but very delicious. (Well, what used to be my waistline.)  He’s even mastered the art of making homemade tortillas.  Then, yesterday he decided he wanted to learn to sew.  (Shhh…..don’t tell his friends!) I was not using the sewing machine at that moment so I showed him how to sew a straight line.  He went to town making a little bag.  Then I had to leave the room and while I was gone the bobbin ran out of thread.  Abby, age 8, had apparently been watching me so she showed him a full bobbin and explained to him how to change it out.  Yes, this is the same thing I had to watch a YouTube tutorial to figure out because I could not remember how to do it.  Oh and the boy plays a mean guitar.  One of the things he sewed was a little pocket for his guitar picks. I tell him all the time he's going to make a great husband someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Will has been organizing soccer games with the neighborhood boys.  They come to our gate to call him out to play.   He’s 15 and over 6 ft. tall and they are all about 9, but they love that he plays with them and he supplies the soccer ball and plastic cones for goals.  He likes it that he gets to boss a group of kids around and not get in trouble for it. I guess you could say he is honing his leadership skills!  Will keeps me on my toes with his dry wit and deep sense of justice.  This boy has probably given me 98% of the gray hairs on my head but I love him so much. He recently shaved off  all the “fur” growing on his face.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmH7QJydEI/AAAAAAAABfE/FdyRLfoJJUU/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmH7QJydEI/AAAAAAAABfE/FdyRLfoJJUU/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497074272200455234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;#3 son, Luke, joins in the neighborhood soccer games until he gets fed up of being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;led&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; by his older brother and comes in declaring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;that he’s never playing again, life is horrible, soccer is stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then an hour later he is back out at it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He’s also been drawing up a storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Today he taught his oldest brother how to cut a paper chain of children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Impressed I asked him where he learned to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He said, “You taught me when I was in 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; grade!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;did???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It’s that memory problem again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmGpsbiT3I/AAAAAAAABe8/s1aXuC8s-8I/s1600/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmGpsbiT3I/AAAAAAAABe8/s1aXuC8s-8I/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497072871041814386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Abby has been my right hand man in the kitchen as always, anticipating my every move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She loves to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Until she figures out that she’s actually working she suddenly has somewhere else she needs to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I try and convince her that washing dishes is just “water play”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We recently discovered that the child can’t see much past a few feet in front of her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She has to sit right in front of the TV to see it and recently told me that at school she had to go stand right in front of the board to see what her homework assignments were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(She never mentioned that to us nor did her teacher!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sunday night at church she said she couldn’t see the words to the songs up on the screen so she said she just sang them out of her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;She has an eye appointment this coming Monday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmF3MeMlTI/AAAAAAAABe0/6UlNh4hJjAg/s1600/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmF3MeMlTI/AAAAAAAABe0/6UlNh4hJjAg/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497072003469579570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abby sitting right in front of the TV.  We were watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the old movie, Woman of the Year, starring Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hepburn and Spencer Tracey (1942).  We love that movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And yes we still are still old school and occasionally watch videos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know those old clunky VHS tapes???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmDjuckBZI/AAAAAAAABes/xwrqYuyW_po/s1600/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmDjuckBZI/AAAAAAAABes/xwrqYuyW_po/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497069469968893330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Abby and I took Tater for a walk yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmCq532uLI/AAAAAAAABek/zOiPP2VRau8/s1600/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmCq532uLI/AAAAAAAABek/zOiPP2VRau8/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497068493783611570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We found this checkerboard that some neighborhood guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;had made out of an old piece of wood and 2 liter pop bottle tops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmB4k-MzBI/AAAAAAAABec/POMtShhloM8/s1600/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmB4k-MzBI/AAAAAAAABec/POMtShhloM8/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497067629179620370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Luke recently declared himself the family photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most of the pictures look like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmBXT_miuI/AAAAAAAABeU/gTqf6oyqzJI/s1600/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmBXT_miuI/AAAAAAAABeU/gTqf6oyqzJI/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497067057686416098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Charlie’s been busy with work , which lately has included rescuing wayward bats that made their way into the boy’s bedroom.  I don’t even want to think how that creature got inside our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Since the kids have been out of school I have been refereeing skirmishes, cooking, washing dishes, sweeping, hanging out laundry, sewing, coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose, shopping, answering questions, arguing, discussing, laughing, trying to find ways to get out of playing school with my 9 and 11 year old (I convinced them to set up the stuffed animals and dolls on the stairway right beside me so I could observe their classroom while I sewed.).  Thankfully I have not had to clean up throw-up, clean a wound, plunge a toilet (that’s for the big boys to do!), touch a bat, or kill a mouse.  But the summer/winter is not over yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmAyVvTP0I/AAAAAAAABeM/a-_sfdRIEWU/s1600/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-7882279513768197485?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/7882279513768197485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=7882279513768197485' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7882279513768197485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/7882279513768197485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-kitchen-is-wreck-and-curtains-i-am.html' title='Our School Break So Far'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TEmK8rxPg2I/AAAAAAAABfU/CbXhwhhXYJo/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1830263043883559705</id><published>2010-07-12T23:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:33:14.082+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a bag</title><content type='html'>&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;It's very amateurish BUT I made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it by myself!  If I keep practicing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe I'll get better??&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/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TDuJqdqHR6I/AAAAAAAABeE/sOTw3nDXbfU/s1600/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TDuJqdqHR6I/AAAAAAAABeE/sOTw3nDXbfU/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493135533117228962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-1830263043883559705?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1830263043883559705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1830263043883559705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1830263043883559705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1830263043883559705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-made-bag.html' title='I made a bag'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TDuJqdqHR6I/AAAAAAAABeE/sOTw3nDXbfU/s72-c/DSC00131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-5488044764750206101</id><published>2010-07-10T11:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:44:56.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone in my House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Saturday a.m. and I'm all by myself at home. It's lovely. My kitchen is clean, the TV is off, no sound of the Wii, no one fighting, no music playing, the sun is shining and I can hear a cup of coffee calling my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may just sew some more today. I have always been sewing-impaired. It's embarrassing because I come from a long line of sewers - both grandmothers, my mother and my sister, Amy. The Lord knows I have tried - I've taken three sewing classes, not to mention the many times I've sat at the sewing machine with my mother, sister, or friend helping me sew something. I know the basics - how to thread the machine, how to use the machine, how to sew a straight line. The bobbin and I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; come to blows a few times and yesterday I was having trouble getting it threaded. But thanks to my sweet husband and a YouTube tutorial we figured it out. Not that my mother and friend hadn't shown me at least 50 times how to work the bobbin....which is &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; I have always given up on sewing. It made me feel stupid, so I quit. (Can you spell P-R-I-D-E ?) I think the problem is I haven't sewn enough for everything to stick in my brain and become like second nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided the other day that I was tired of  being &lt;i&gt;sewing disabled&lt;/i&gt; and I got out my machine. (Which, by the way, was GIVEN to me a few years ago by my friend Janna Kay!)  I cleaned it up and looked up a simple pattern for a clothes pin holder.  (We hang our clothes out to dry on the clothes line here and I previously had used a bucket to carry my clothes pins.)  In spite of my hatred for reading and following written directions, I did it!  I made a clothes pin holder!!! I've seen so many cute sewing projects recently that friends have done or have had ideas of things I could make but never tried because "I don't sew".  So I'm determined that this time - all on my own (or at least with the help of YouTube and some awesome simple sewing blogs I've found) - I'm going to learn to enjoy sewing and actually make some things I'm proud of.  Maybe even take a picture and show you one day. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TDg8tooaoqI/AAAAAAAABd8/X57YPDOwPHo/s1600/Mom+and+Dad%27s+pics+-+2009+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TDg8tooaoqI/AAAAAAAABd8/X57YPDOwPHo/s320/Mom+and+Dad%27s+pics+-+2009+296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492206500277035682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Mom and Dad last year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to update you on my &lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;.  He is doing great!  He's been home from the hospital for 5 weeks now - that's the longest he's been OUT of the hospital since last November.  He's exercising twice a day and walking with the use of cane and I'm pretty sure he won't need that cane before too long.  All his blood tests are normal now and he told me yesterday that except for a little back pain (leftover from his cracked vertebrae that are still healing) he feels perfect.  We are soooo thankful.  We don't know if the vasculitis will flare up again - we are praying not, so for now we are rejoicing in the healing the Lord has given him.  He's enjoying being mobile and feeling good. And I'm thankful for my Mom who has been a rock throughout this whole ordeal.  She gives God the glory for giving her strength everyday to care for Dad and keep up with the responsibilities of day- to-day life AND do her job!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm off to enjoy my coffee! Tchau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-5488044764750206101?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/5488044764750206101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=5488044764750206101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5488044764750206101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/5488044764750206101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-alone-in-my-house.html' title='All Alone in my House!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TDg8tooaoqI/AAAAAAAABd8/X57YPDOwPHo/s72-c/Mom+and+Dad%27s+pics+-+2009+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-6038126539659613949</id><published>2010-07-08T19:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:51:09.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday.....a Two Word Meme</title><content type='html'>Joining in with &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="ttp://jewelsinmycrownsomeday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;she blogs at &lt;i&gt;Jewels in my Crown.....Someday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-beautiful Savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fun husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-crazy children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hot coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rice cooker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-new book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-praying friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-world cup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fresh cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-washing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Skype calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cool weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-flannel sheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Landon Walker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sewing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Friday tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gomer Pyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Good Bye!&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/24354076-6038126539659613949?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6038126539659613949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=6038126539659613949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6038126539659613949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/6038126539659613949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankful-thursdaya-two-word-meme.html' title='Thankful Thursday.....a Two Word Meme'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-457731512324744432</id><published>2010-07-02T17:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:07:22.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Whine</title><content type='html'>It's Friday - my favorite day of the week!  Before I forget,  when I was making my list on&lt;a href="http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/playing-along.html"&gt; &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; day, I forgot that another favorite toy of my childhood was my Baby Drowsy.  Except I can't really remember if it was mine or Amy's.  But I loved pulling the string on her side and hearing her talk.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I've been &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; like Baby Drowsy this whole week.  I've been struggling with a cough/cold/crud for 4 weeks now.  YES.....FOUR WEEKS!  I started on an antibiotic on Monday.  And I pulled a muscle coughing, which is very painful.  And yes I'm whining about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how bad it is.......I actually took cough syrup today.....I swallowed liquid medicine.  Let me repeat :  I took liquid medicine!  This is HUGE for me.  I have not swallowed liquid medicine since my childhood.  Seriously.  I pulled up my big girl panties and I swallowed it!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if it was Walgreen's &lt;i&gt;Children's&lt;/i&gt; Cherry Flavored Cough Syrup.  Desperate times call for desperate measures.  Actually it was the only cough medicine my friend Ann had. It was horrid.  But I took it and I didn't even gag.  I am so proud of myself!!!   And I had to do it......4 of my closest friends were standing there staring at me.  Talk about peer pressure!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I felt that much peer pressure was my freshman year in college when my roommate got me to smoke a cigarette from the pack she found in her boyfriend's jacket pocket.  As bad as that cigarette tasted it was no where near as bad as the cherry cough syrup!&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/24354076-457731512324744432?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/457731512324744432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=457731512324744432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/457731512324744432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/457731512324744432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/07/friday-whine.html' title='Friday Whine'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-60477274631331001</id><published>2010-06-28T11:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:35:13.155+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Video #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-102ef9acfd46c5b2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D102ef9acfd46c5b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330347801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D532CC8A329795FFB63D86894282D13760375D94A.612DD6E5E23220F25C8ED1D4035DFA953A668E75%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D102ef9acfd46c5b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiAejZC085ut4_IUqdcI2GpFcACc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D102ef9acfd46c5b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330347801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D532CC8A329795FFB63D86894282D13760375D94A.612DD6E5E23220F25C8ED1D4035DFA953A668E75%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D102ef9acfd46c5b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiAejZC085ut4_IUqdcI2GpFcACc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was when the 2nd group of elephants arrived.  You can hear my boys saying "bottle, bottle" because these little guys were making a bee-line to their bottles.  You can even hear one of them trumpet just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-60477274631331001?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/60477274631331001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=60477274631331001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/60477274631331001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/60477274631331001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/elephant-video-2.html' title='Elephant Video #2'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-340804772632142650</id><published>2010-06-28T10:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:14:08.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Orphanage Video......maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a test.  This is only a test.  I've never uploaded video before.  Vamos ver.  Let me know if you can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93d16a2ac1f3fba0" 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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93d16a2ac1f3fba0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330347801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E53F17716376483B9629CCB0C3148725F56096B.864FCE863A601AE9246415995E39F913D496C8D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93d16a2ac1f3fba0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJJKzg8Lwi3sAaoeg34U5ZLEkM5A&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://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93d16a2ac1f3fba0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330347801%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E53F17716376483B9629CCB0C3148725F56096B.864FCE863A601AE9246415995E39F913D496C8D3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93d16a2ac1f3fba0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJJKzg8Lwi3sAaoeg34U5ZLEkM5A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the workers at the elephant orphanage talking about how they get the orphaned elephants to their place. That's me coughing in the background.  We were standing around a large circular roped off area.  Opposite us were a large group of Kenyan school children, who I might add, behaved like little angels.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-340804772632142650?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/340804772632142650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=340804772632142650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/340804772632142650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/340804772632142650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/elephant-orphanage-videomaybe.html' title='Elephant Orphanage Video......maybe'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1573471257231241299</id><published>2010-06-26T19:37:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:06:37.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Along</title><content type='html'>Here's the 2010 version of "Get to Know Me"........can't you just hear John Lovitz saying that...."get to know me - my ins my outs, my ups, my downs......   Does anyone remember that? I'm playing along with my friend &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://www.lifeat7000feet.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life@7000 Fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;t. &lt;/span&gt;  (Actually I think it's called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get To Know Your Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)  Feel free to play along too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 21px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What color are your socks right now?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Luke making fake burping sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Poor Man's stew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Can you drive a stick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Yep, it's what I learned on and what we drive.  Very very automatics around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  Karla J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;How old are you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  Well right now it's World Cup Soccer!  But usually baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  sweet iced tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; yes, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  Lasagna or my mom's roast/gravy/mashed potatoes/homemade rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  The Long Shots (filmed in Minden, Louisiana.....woohoo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 21px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite day of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  My birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;How do you vent anger? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;bang things around, throw things, raise my voice.  I know - very mature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; My play cash register&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cherries or Blueberries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Living situation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Right where I am....with my husband and our 4 children.  But I do dream about the exotic tropical island that Charlie and I will live on when the kids are all grown and supporting us.  HA HA HA HA HA.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  The day before I left Kenya last week....saying goodbye is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is on the floor of your closet right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; shoes, an old purse,  one of those huge ziploc bags with winter clothes - nothing exciting.  Oh and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What are you most afraid of?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;heights and reptiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Plain. A Sonic #1 with lettuce, tomato and mayo is my favorite - with tater tots and a large Root Beer.  It's probably a good thing that the nearest Sonic is about 10,000 miles away. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite dog breed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  I don't know if I have a favorite....I like our dachshund but I don't think that's my favorite.  Maybe boxer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Friday - because I know I can stay up later if I want and sleep in the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;How many states have you lived in?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; Louisiana, Texas, Arkansas.  I guess you could also count the 5 months we lived in Ohio and the 2 1/2 months we lived in Virginia?   So make that 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Diamonds or pearls? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is your favorite flower? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did you get an H1N1 vaccine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;  nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/24354076-1573471257231241299?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/1573471257231241299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=1573471257231241299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1573471257231241299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/1573471257231241299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/playing-along.html' title='Playing Along'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-406761039578664219</id><published>2010-06-21T14:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:38:41.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and ponderings whilst cleaning and rearranging today</title><content type='html'>*How did I get here?  I have two teenagers who are taller than their Dad, have lots of facial hair and voices so deep they make me think strange men are in the next room talking..........&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Why is it during the school year there isn't a pencil sharpener to be found and today I find 4 - in the bottom of the toy box? (And 4 guitar picks!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*My new high-tech washing machine.......it weighs the clothes I put in it and tells me how much detergent to add.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*While cleaning my room today I took my full length mirror down and temporarily leaned it against the wall at the end of my bathrooom.  Later when I needed to use the bathroom I looked up to see my reflection in the mirror......it was not a pretty sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When am I going to stop coughing??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*What would it look like if I melted all of these Legos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Why do my sons have so many random keys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Can I get a lung disease from breathing in the rusty dust in the bottom of this toy box?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*How did the bottom of this PLASTIC toy box get rusty anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Should I be embarrassed that it's 2:30 p.m. and I'm still in my pajamas?  (I have brushed my teeth today.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(You may be wondering why I'm toiling with the toys......where are my children?  Oh, they were working too.  They were not exactly happy with me.  I'm ashamed to say I start to sound like a Nazi General when we have a family-clean-the-house-day like today.  Although they did do their special "assignments" with pretty good attitudes. And I toned down my bark and tried to remember to ask nicely and to be kind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to work......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-406761039578664219?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/406761039578664219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=406761039578664219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/406761039578664219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/406761039578664219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts-and-ponderings-whilst-cleaning.html' title='Thoughts and ponderings whilst cleaning and rearranging today'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-2856649023708962490</id><published>2010-06-17T22:20:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:24:23.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Elephants and Daisy the Giraffe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Wednesday we visited an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elephant orphanage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqQmAOhnZI/AAAAAAAABdo/0LSnilsnA7U/s1600/DSC09775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqQmAOhnZI/AAAAAAAABdo/0LSnilsnA7U/s320/DSC09775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483854478847352210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and her tiny grandsons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqPrPiBIOI/AAAAAAAABdg/CRERrlq3inY/s1600/DSC09776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqPrPiBIOI/AAAAAAAABdg/CRERrlq3inY/s320/DSC09776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483853469343359202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The elephants are rescued and are kept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for several years until they are released&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back into the wild.  For the first year of their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life they are fed every 3 hours by trainers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday through Friday they are brought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;out for one hour for visitors to observe and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;take pictures.  Two school groups were also &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there the day we visited. Before the elephants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;arrived the trainers set out their bottles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqOzjnuQcI/AAAAAAAABdY/q0ASZnaUbrw/s1600/DSC09789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqOzjnuQcI/AAAAAAAABdY/q0ASZnaUbrw/s320/DSC09789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483852512663323074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here they come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqNjXptdQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/tk43cv5J8mw/s1600/DSC09792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqNjXptdQI/AAAAAAAABdQ/tk43cv5J8mw/s320/DSC09792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483851135060899074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were very playful and enjoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wrestling and pushing each other around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqMUd0dO7I/AAAAAAAABdI/ER6BgLNTJ1g/s1600/DSC09828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqMUd0dO7I/AAAAAAAABdI/ER6BgLNTJ1g/s320/DSC09828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483849779506920370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqLCZYfbTI/AAAAAAAABdA/Tz59k5shuQQ/s1600/DSC09797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqLCZYfbTI/AAAAAAAABdA/Tz59k5shuQQ/s320/DSC09797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483848369566608690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqJxKkNFRI/AAAAAAAABc4/BqSGNEf86ac/s1600/DSC09801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqJxKkNFRI/AAAAAAAABc4/BqSGNEf86ac/s320/DSC09801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483846974019802386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After enjoying the elephants we made our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way to the giraffe refuge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqI03kORHI/AAAAAAAABcw/fd6ehOPkALk/s1600/DSC09903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqI03kORHI/AAAAAAAABcw/fd6ehOPkALk/s320/DSC09903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483845938127455346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqH-ZGn76I/AAAAAAAABco/aNq0woh0rUc/s1600/DSC09927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqH-ZGn76I/AAAAAAAABco/aNq0woh0rUc/s320/DSC09927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483845002237308834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Daisey and Coleson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqGxzGYrFI/AAAAAAAABcg/lDKRNPhvo2E/s1600/DSC09912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqGxzGYrFI/AAAAAAAABcg/lDKRNPhvo2E/s320/DSC09912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483843686365703250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daisey and Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqFfjrfgBI/AAAAAAAABcY/KXFc0AwqLrE/s1600/DSC09913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqFfjrfgBI/AAAAAAAABcY/KXFc0AwqLrE/s320/DSC09913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483842273477099538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my pretty Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqEjifGeRI/AAAAAAAABcQ/t3iEn4LCX_M/s1600/DSC09916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqEjifGeRI/AAAAAAAABcQ/t3iEn4LCX_M/s320/DSC09916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483841242364541202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-2856649023708962490?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/2856649023708962490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=2856649023708962490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2856649023708962490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/2856649023708962490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-elephants-and-daisy-giraffe.html' title='Baby Elephants and Daisy the Giraffe'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBqQmAOhnZI/AAAAAAAABdo/0LSnilsnA7U/s72-c/DSC09775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-3672914532039174672</id><published>2010-06-12T19:26:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:19:04.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya Trip pics.....and the monkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coleson waiting at the airport to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBP12KGsovI/AAAAAAAABcI/Q6vXZObDG-g/s1600/DSC09537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBP12KGsovI/AAAAAAAABcI/Q6vXZObDG-g/s320/DSC09537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481995482214212338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids love to hang out with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBP00AMDISI/AAAAAAAABcA/8ib7JVKWRTg/s1600/DSC09548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBP00AMDISI/AAAAAAAABcA/8ib7JVKWRTg/s320/DSC09548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481994345680937250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the plane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPz5wjo4WI/AAAAAAAABb4/HpHd96BrX9c/s1600/DSC09553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPz5wjo4WI/AAAAAAAABb4/HpHd96BrX9c/s320/DSC09553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481993345052500322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I was squished between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 very large boys.  Thankfully &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they had worn their deodorant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that day.  And I kind of like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPzDEDhTQI/AAAAAAAABbw/kKoMKt9UMb4/s1600/DSC09557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPzDEDhTQI/AAAAAAAABbw/kKoMKt9UMb4/s320/DSC09557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481992405393689858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mt.Kilimanjaro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPyJl46oiI/AAAAAAAABbo/2zpqdUXCnVQ/s1600/DSC09562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPyJl46oiI/AAAAAAAABbo/2zpqdUXCnVQ/s320/DSC09562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481991418043605538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for Cara Beth....monkey pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Rafiki the vervet monkey - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's about 8 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPxTExfxeI/AAAAAAAABbg/JEYuon-sXac/s1600/DSC09591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPxTExfxeI/AAAAAAAABbg/JEYuon-sXac/s320/DSC09591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481990481441179106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has bonded with my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPwZL1EFXI/AAAAAAAABbY/jNu-dkJpHFU/s1600/DSC09590.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPwZL1EFXI/AAAAAAAABbY/jNu-dkJpHFU/s320/DSC09590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481989486902777202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting at the kitchen window.  He&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plays outside all day, tormenting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dogs, eating flowers, swinging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the trees.....you know, acting like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a monkey.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPGD-i19EI/AAAAAAAABbA/M-LTpdrlM_0/s1600/DSC09623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPGD-i19EI/AAAAAAAABbA/M-LTpdrlM_0/s320/DSC09623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481942943071073346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he thought he'd help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom cut Dad's hair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPEpWdy40I/AAAAAAAABa4/6cDQdQgaE6U/s1600/DSC09605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBPEpWdy40I/AAAAAAAABa4/6cDQdQgaE6U/s320/DSC09605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481941386124256066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad update:  He's faithfully doing his exercises twice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a day and his appetite has increased.  He hopes to move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from using a walker to a cane soon.  As his strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grows his balance will improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24354076-3672914532039174672?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/3672914532039174672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=3672914532039174672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3672914532039174672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/3672914532039174672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/kenya-trip-picsand-monkey.html' title='Kenya Trip pics.....and the monkey!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/TBP12KGsovI/AAAAAAAABcI/Q6vXZObDG-g/s72-c/DSC09537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-420653439798301574</id><published>2010-06-10T14:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:20:33.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello From Kenya</title><content type='html'>Last Friday my two oldest sons and I flew up here to Nairobi, Kenya, to visit with my parents.  As many of you know, my Dad (who was diagnosed this year with the auto-immune disease Vasculitis) was released from the hospital the day before I arrived after a 44 day stay!  We were praying that he would get out sometime during our visit so it was a great surprise that he got out before we even arrived.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a tough year for Dad.  Vasculitis is not a nice disease.  He has suffered with pain, fever, weakness and more PLUS the additional suffering that he always deals with because of a chronic skin disease.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's receiving physical therapy every day at home and is making improvements everyday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's tough seeing my Dad so weak.  He gets so frustrated and has felt helpless. Many days he has felt a lot like Job.  But he knows that God is with him, supplying his needs.  And it's so good for me to be able to visit with him.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I will be able to post pictures soon.  You should see my parent's pet vervet monkey, Rafiki.  He's 8 months old and is hilarious.  I have some great pictures.  &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/24354076-420653439798301574?l=lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/feeds/420653439798301574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24354076&amp;postID=420653439798301574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/420653439798301574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24354076/posts/default/420653439798301574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lechnersinmoz.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-from-kenya.html' title='Hello From Kenya'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17890581319164051879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S0Q6rQlXY3I/AAAAAAAABT0/f1g0tmlRikY/S220/DSC07626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24354076.post-1681009742723657190</id><published>2010-05-28T11:55:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:21:47.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to Kruger National Park, South Africa, May 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past Monday our family took our visitor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie, over the border to South Africa to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;visit the Kruger National Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-iqhbt0SI/AAAAAAAABaw/Fyr9qEKh9P8/s1600/DSC09343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-iqhbt0SI/AAAAAAAABaw/Fyr9qEKh9P8/s320/DSC09343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476274523318636834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were excited as we entered the park,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wondering what animals we would see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hoping to spot Africa's Big Five:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cape Buffalo, Elephant, Leopard, Lion and Rhino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-hxpXhqNI/AAAAAAAABao/VcpsuYTHYWI/s1600/DSC09299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-hxpXhqNI/AAAAAAAABao/VcpsuYTHYWI/s320/DSC09299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476273546196003026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie was happy to spot hippos lazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by the river at this rest stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-g6XOB9mI/AAAAAAAABag/Ft30E8aLUfE/s1600/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-g6XOB9mI/AAAAAAAABag/Ft30E8aLUfE/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476272596431533666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How'd you like to have their job?  They are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;game rangers riding BICYCLES through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the park that houses very dangerous, wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; animals.  Yes, those are guns on their backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-f8zT20yI/AAAAAAAABaY/loLwiMEkD1s/s1600/DSC09298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-f8zT20yI/AAAAAAAABaY/loLwiMEkD1s/s320/DSC09298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476271538820272930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Panic Hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's a hippo head you can barely see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hippos were very active here that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;although you cannot tell by this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are obviously professional photographers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-fDib5esI/AAAAAAAABaQ/qrasxHEgIE0/s1600/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-fDib5esI/AAAAAAAABaQ/qrasxHEgIE0/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476270555038055106" /&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;Pumba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-easlvvcI/AAAAAAAABaI/I4KZSyrvv1g/s1600/DSC09307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-easlvvcI/AAAAAAAABaI/I4KZSyrvv1g/s320/DSC09307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476269853389077954" /&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;A horrific lion attack in the gift shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-ddEDAldI/AAAAAAAABaA/TML7ZUEdVxg/s1600/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-ddEDAldI/AAAAAAAABaA/TML7ZUEdVxg/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476268794533942738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite - giraffe.  Hate that it's a bit fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-btqMoAfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/WiZAv8LC7C0/s1600/DSC09296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-btqMoAfI/AAAAAAAABZ4/WiZAv8LC7C0/s320/DSC09296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476266880629473778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These young impala boys were feeling their wheaties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-bOFaCd2I/AAAAAAAABZw/FHzj4gIhU6A/s1600/DSC09305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-bOFaCd2I/AAAAAAAABZw/FHzj4gIhU6A/s320/DSC09305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476266338177677154" /&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;Elephant poo means that nearby are......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-arkaN0WI/AAAAAAAABZo/kRi9TVybMiA/s1600/DSC09292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-arkaN0WI/AAAAAAAABZo/kRi9TVybMiA/s320/DSC09292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476265745204498786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elephants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-aAbE0FXI/AAAAAAAABZg/8vh9AcCOlag/s1600/DSC09336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-aAbE0FXI/AAAAAAAABZg/8vh9AcCOlag/s320/DSC09336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476265003964437874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lunch stop at Skukuza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-ZYf50LTI/AAAAAAAABZY/lfspkC-P2Mg/s1600/DSC09352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-ZYf50LTI/AAAAAAAABZY/lfspkC-P2Mg/s320/DSC09352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476264318065716530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-XRMGLxSI/AAAAAAAABZQ/hNnhX6HzsEM/s1600/DSC09353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-XRMGLxSI/AAAAAAAABZQ/hNnhX6HzsEM/s320/DSC09353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476261993466545442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-WnDYwsAI/AAAAAAAABZI/e5p6i5uMk64/s1600/DSC09354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-WnDYwsAI/AAAAAAAABZI/e5p6i5uMk64/s320/DSC09354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476261269574037506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although we only saw 4 of the Big 5 (we never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saw a leopard!) we were thrilled with the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;number of animals we saw, including:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rhino, buffalo, lion, giraffe, zebra, snakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hippos, warthog, mongoose, wildebeest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;impala, ground hornbill, yellow hornbill (Zazu!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vervet monkeys, water monitors, a catfish, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crocodile as well as scores of beautiful birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maddie was happy with her sightings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mIwVdgU52Tg/S_-VgRXSJLI/AAAAAAAABZA/4MyIKB9gqAU/s1600/DSC09359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; t
